As soon as the food was served, Feng Qiudao started to eat without hesitation, and his eating style was very terrifying.

"Brother Feng, this business trip...well, I have suffered a lot on the expedition, right?" Fang Zheng asked while helping him carry food.

"Wuwuwu..." Feng Qiudao's mouth was stuffed with vegetables, and he didn't know what to say.

"...Okay, you eat first, let's talk after you have enough. Here comes someone! Instruct the chef to make some chickens, ducks, and some porcelain, and make some pots, go there quickly!" Fang Zheng ordered.

Feng Qiudao looked at him gratefully while eating.

Fang Zheng stared at the fat man and said, "Look at what you have done to others. A general who was so handsome and handsome, now he is like a refugee who has caused famine..."

The fat man said innocently: "What's my business?"

"Isn't Brother Feng, you recommended to the court?"

"Only he is the most suitable, what can I do..." The fat man felt aggrieved like a young wife.

Feng Qiudao tried hard to swallow what was in his mouth and said seriously: "Brother Fang, you can't say that. When Hua Chao is in danger, we are a passionate man..."

"Stop! Stop!" Fang Zheng glanced at the two of them impatiently, "You are all patriotic, and I am the only one who is insensitive, okay? Anyway, if someone wants me to go to the battlefield and go to such a distant grassland, I won't even kill me."

The fat man smiled and said, "Don't worry, your Fang family's three generations have single pass, and you are just a single seedling. The court will never let you go to the battlefield."

The three of them talked and drank. Feng Qiudao had a lot of appetite. Fang Zheng and the fat man were drunk and he could only fill his stomach.

After patting with satisfaction, Feng Qiudao sighed comfortably: "I haven't had a full meal for many days, haha, I'm really sorry, Feng is a martial artist, and his food is indecent, which makes His Highness Fu and Brother Fang laugh."

Fang Zheng grinned and said, "It's okay, your eating habits are already very gentle. You haven't seen His Highness Fu eat when he is free in my house. You can swallow a chicken in one bite. In order to take care of His Highness Fu's face, you won't let outsiders say that he is too big. My chef has no choice but to learn to roast the whole lamb..."

The fat man was amused and crying: "Just try your best to bury me. Another day I will invite my father to the palace for an imperial banquet, and you will know what torture means."

"Hey, don't harm me. The food in the palace is very rules. If I accidentally remove the chopsticks or look at the palace maid a few more times, your father will not chop me up immediately."

"Nonsense, there are many rules in the palace, and it is not as strict as you said." As the fat man said, he glanced at the corner of his eyes and found that Feng Qiudao was holding a jar of wine, drinking the muffled wine sipped, with a little dazed expression. Fang Zheng and the fat man chatted and joked, but he ignored it.

Fang Zheng also discovered it and looked at the fat man, feeling a little surprised, what happened to Feng Qiudao? Could it be that he was stupid in a war, right? Hua Chao had never seen such a big victory in a century. He would come to court to report tomorrow. You can imagine how the emperor would give him a great reward, but why is he like this now?

"General Feng, what is the detailed battle situation when going to the grassland?" asked the fat man.

Feng Qiudao's expression was obscure and his face was gray: "Your Highness, this battle is considered to be my Hua Chao win, but the victory is too tragic!"

"The capital city where the Mo Jiang led 20,000 elite troops, but there were only more than 6,000 people who came back with Mo Jiang. The enemies we face were not the middle-aged men of the Turkic people, but only the elderly, weak, women and children in their tribes. These elderly, weak, women and children who were not qualified to go to the battlefield in the Turkic tribes actually took the lives of more than 10,000 elite troops in our Huachao. Mo Jiang was so ashamed that he was ashamed!"

"More than 10,000 passionate men died in the grassland in battle, some of whom were seriously injured and unable to move. In order not to drag down their brothers' actions, they actually drew their swords and committed suicide. Before they died, they did not hum, and the general... the general is sorry to these brothers!" Feng Qiudao started to cry, his iron-blooded and cold-hearted appearance on weekdays disappeared. At this moment, Feng Qiudao cried as sad as a child.

Fang Zheng and the fat man looked solemn, and war would kill people. They knew that. But they didn't expect that it was just a simple raid on the enemy's back, but the battle situation was so tragic.

Fang Zheng suddenly felt like something was blocked in his heart, so uncomfortable that he even had difficulty breathing. A deep sense of self-blame occupied his heart, like a maggot attached to his bones, and could not be removed.

In the final analysis, he was the initiator of this operation, more than 10,000 living lives, but because of his few words, they disappeared. What should their relatives do? How many orphans and widows left behind? How many families were destroyed? Together, these are more than 10,000 lives?

"Maybe... I shouldn't have offered this plan..." Fang Zheng murmured to himself in a daze. He originally thought he was just going to the grassland to kill a few elderly, weak women and children, so he didn't consider the casualties at all. As the maker of the action, he deeply felt that this was entirely caused by his negligence.

"Brother Fang, you can't say that. If it weren't for your plan, would you know how many people would die in my Huachao?"

The fat man said seriously: "I tell you, after the city of Dingzhou was destroyed, the Turks massacred the city, and more than 100,000 civilians died. This is just a city. If there was no plan of yours, the Turks' movement southward momentum would be unstoppable. At that time, I wonder how many cities would be broken and how many people would be slaughtered. Brother Fang, you have accumulated virtue!"

Feng Qiudao wiped his tears and said heroically: "Brother Fang, Feng has lost his composure. You don't have to blame yourself. Your Highness Fu is right. You are accumulating virtue. Your plan has saved more than tens of millions of people in the Hua Dynasty. Besides, in war, how can there be no one who will not die? More than ten thousand lives are worth the lives of thousands of people in the Hua Dynasty! These brothers who died in battle on the grassland will be grateful to you in the nine springs."

As he said that, Feng Qiudao picked up the wine jar and said, "Come on behalf of those brothers who died in the grassland, I wish you a glass of me!"

After saying that, Feng Qiudao raised his neck and poured the wine into his mouth.

Fang Zheng silently picked up the wine glass, thought for a while, and slowly spilled the wine in the glass on the ground.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence. The three of them were speechless, drinking their own drinks until they were drunk. Butler Sun arranged for the servants to help the fat man and Feng Qiudao into the wing room west of the yard to rest. Fang Zheng was dizzy and was helped back to the room by Xiaolu.

Seeing Xiaolu busy making strong tea for him and applying a towel, Fang Zheng suddenly said, "Xiaolu, have you ever hated the imperial court?"

"Young Master, what's wrong with you? Why do you say this very well?" Xiao Lu said in confusion.

"If it weren't for the imperial court's appointment, your father might not have died on the battlefield guarding Xingqing Mansion. The imperial court's order made you lose your father. Don't you hate him?" Fang Zheng's tone was lonely.

Xiaolu looked around nervously and said, "Young master, be careful! Don't say this nonsense!"

Fang Zheng ignored her and said to himself: "But, can this be blamed on the court? Some things you don't do and I don't do, someone will have to do."

"War of war will kill people. Can I blame me? There must be someone who fights the Turks. It is inevitable that they will pay the price to fight against foreign enemies. Can I blame me? Can I blame me?" At the end of the day, Fang Zheng yelled hysterically.

"Young master, don't blame you, don't blame you, be obedient, take a break sooner, you will have to go to court tomorrow morning..." Xiaolu didn't know how to comfort him, and she burst into tears and held Fang Zheng in a hurry.

"What kind of court? What kind of court is going to be? The bastards who stand and speak without a headache, only know how to be careless in the Golden Palace every day, they have the ability and ability to go to fight to kill the enemy! Those who die on the battlefield are called men!" Fang Zheng's emotions were completely out of control.

"Young master... stop talking, go to bed, Xiaolu is with you..." Xiaolu gently stroked Fang Zheng's hair, looking at the young master who usually smiled and didn't have a serious face, but now she looked like a lion who was angry. Xiaolu felt full of care.

"Xiao Lu... I'm sorry to them... Originally, I could have made the plan more perfect and make their casualties smaller. I'm sorry to them..." Fang Zheng murmured, his drunken face full of pain.

"Young Master, everyone has their own fate. Some are good, some are bad. You have tried your best. Whether you are alive or dead, everyone will be grateful to you..." Xiao Lu stroked Fang Zheng's hair and comforted him softly.

After a long time, Fang Zheng's crazy emotions were slowly soothed by Xiaolu, and finally fell asleep.

When it was ugly, Xiaolu woke up Fang Zheng and it was time to go to court.

Fang Zheng got up in a daze, looked at the sky, and sighed heavily. His head hurts, and there seem to be hundreds of little people typing the "General's Order" in his head. This is the end of excessive drinking.

Today I have to find an opportunity to hand over the sick leave note. My buddy is still in the development stage and needs enough sleep. If this continues, my strong body will collapse sooner or later.

"Xiao Lu, did I get drunk last night?" Fang Zheng scratched his head and tried hard to recall, vaguely remembering that he seemed to be drunk for a while.

"Young Master, have you forgotten?" Xiao Lu opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"Uh... I really can't remember it. Xiaolu, what have I said and done anything?"

Seeing that Xiao Lu didn't say anything, she just looked at him in a daze. Fang Zheng felt a little uncomfortable, and then suddenly said in surprise: "Did I betray you?"

A mistake! Why don’t you do this when you are awake?

Xiaolu stamped her feet and said, "Young Master! What were you talking about!"

Fang Zheng thought it was true. With Xiaolu's martial arts value, he could not do such stupid things as hitting stones with eggs.

After putting on the court uniform, Fang Zheng stepped out of the door and saw the fat man and Feng Qiudao walking towards him.

Fang Zheng was stunned: "You two have been drinking until now?"

The fat man smiled and said, "We were drunk at the same time last night, did you forget?"

"Why are you getting up so early?"

The fat man nodded at Feng Qiudao: "He is going to court like you. Where is me, haha, go home and continue sleeping."

After saying that, the fat man yawned a big yawn.

Fang Zheng looked at the fat man and his eyes were red with envy. It would be better for the prince. He didn't have to go to court or handle government affairs. He had to keep him eating, drinking and having fun every day. Moreover, this kind of person is born without ambition. If you want to work hard one day, even if the emperor doesn't worry about you, the prince will definitely worry about you.

Feng Qiudao had to go back to the military camp to change court uniforms. The three of them went out side by side, got on the carriage and separated.

Fang Zheng touched the sick leave note in his arms, thought about the words, and entered the palace calmly. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the last time my buddy has been to court today, right?

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