Does Wei Yang really have no selfishness?

He is so willing to stand behind the Zhongshun Palace and be Wei Qing of a dynasty?

Zhang Mao didn't believe it. At least he was determined by his own judgment and Wei Yang had to consider himself behind him. He probably wouldn't have a quarrel with the royal family in this life, but what about his descendants?

What's more important is...

"I heard that this person has a close relationship with the Marquis of Pingyang, and this matter is difficult to disturb. Their descendants naturally have more choices. The inheritance of the royal palace and the inheritance of the two Marquises are enough to arrange. There is at least one title with Marquis Helan, and it is impossible to intervene here again." Zhang Mao thought to himself, "But what arrangements did the Feng girl make? That is the only woman who holds countless silver and directly controls the "economic lifeline" in the western frontier. Since ancient times, wealth is not as good as noble. Even if the Feng Jurchen is the richest man in the world, her descendants can inherit countless property in the future, but compared to the other two, it is not safe after all. Don't she want to ask for some power for her descendants, leaving one and a half title or even an official position? This is the best breakthrough."

Taking advantage of this opportunity to increase the anxiety of the Feng woman and prompt Wei Yang and Guixun to stand on the same line. This is the best, or even the only opportunity for the Guixun Group to regain control of the main forces of the court!

But Wei Xiaolang is so weird. Who knows how he thinks about it?

Zhang Mao thought about the "gift" that Guixun Group could take and calculated the probability of success, and was speechless and knew where to start.

It is not just Guixun Group who tried to use this method to trap Madam Feng.

Wei Yang returned home and entered the door and saw an acquaintance.

Wang Shouren is here.

Wang Shouren, dressed in a literary style, squatted in the house where he had lived for many days and was eating marintang against the window. When he saw Wei Yang coming back, he waved.

Surprisingly!

Didn’t this guy become the commander of the Shaanxi Xingdu Division? How could he still run to the west to eat candy?!

"The British Duke is here too." Wang Shouren didn't seem to be surprised that Zhang Mao followed him.

Zhang Mao was surprised and said, "Why are you here?"

"A few days to have a peaceful birthday." Wang Shouren clapped his hands, took a sip of hot tea, and said, "The appointment of the cabinet is neither the emperor's seal nor the approval of the Ministry of Personnel. How can I take office? Everything is fine in Lintao Prefecture, there is no need to squat there. I come and stay for a few days to eat something delicious," and then looked at Wei Yang. The guy was so frank about beating, saying, "And there is another thing to be taken into consideration for Madam Feng. The so-called grace of a meal must be repaid, but I don't know how the Marquis of Beiting will arrange Madam Feng's descendants in the future?"

Wei Yang scratched his head, do you think this matter is difficult to solve?

"I'm interested, sit down and say," Wei Yang simply called Qing'er to hold the lights and said, "You guys come here too. I've been thinking about this matter for a long time, let's discuss it."

Zhang Mao sat down hesitantly, ready to return disappointed.

Why did they listen to Guixun Group’s promises after they had already considered it?

Wang Shouren was not anxious or impatient, but he really wanted to hear what Wei Yang planned.

This is not only his duty as an emperor's minister, but also a scholar's active consciousness and conscious mission to explore the historical cycle law of "the prosperity of the Han and Tang Dynasties was only hundreds of years, and the prosperity of the Song Dynasty was only more than three hundred years."

He is a true literati and civil servant.

Feng Wu seemed to have not considered these issues. He changed into a regular dress while yawning and faced this big proposition article casually with a serious attitude.

"Lawless!" Zhang Mao threw down a sentence and left.

Feng Wu smiled and pulled Qing'er back to sleep. Whatever Wei Yang said to these things was.

She will never question it!

Qing'er scratched her head, she had only one thing she didn't understand.

"Son? Where is the son?" Qing'er muttered, "Xiao Lang is still so young, he is still a child. How many sons are there for him in the field?!"

Wei Yang left Wang Shouren and went back to the house to practice martial arts, no matter what the saint thought.

Be blessed by children and grandchildren?
Chapter completed!