In addition, he has been leading the army outside for more than half a year, and the conditions in the army are much more difficult than those in the Prime Minister's house.

When the two armies faced each other, the military affairs were heavy and mentally taxing.

Under the influence of various factors, Zhuge Liang had managed to get better health in the past few years, but in the past six months, it has deteriorated rapidly.

After entering Chang'an, the anger he had been holding back suddenly came out. Zhuge Liang's body could no longer support it, and he kept lying on the couch to recuperate, unable to see anything.

There was a creak at the door, and Feng Junhou walked in with a medicine bowl: "Prime Minister, it's time to drink medicine."

The Han Prime Minister, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, coughed twice, and then said:

"Do you want to drink medicine again? Don't let me drink this medicine again. It's of no use."

Feng Yong put the medicine on the desk and advised softly: "Drinking medicine is better than not drinking it at all."

The Han Prime Minister signaled Feng Yong to help him up and said:

"How can I still understand my body? You should tell me first, what's the situation outside?"

Putting a soft pillow on the head of the couch to make the Prime Minister sit more comfortably, Feng Junhou said:

"The situation is excellent. In the past few days, many officials in Guanzhong have not been afraid of the severe cold and have brought food and wine to the army, saying they are rewarding Master Wang."

"Tao Shi Ju Jie?"

Feng Junhou nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, I'm glad to welcome Master Wang."

The Han Prime Minister glanced at Feng Junhou, and a rare smile appeared on his face:

"Are you sure they are welcoming the king? Isn't it because they are afraid of riots by the farmers? In the past few years, Sima Yi has been farming in Guanzhong, and there are no less farmers than those in Hedong."

Feng Junhou:......

He laughed dryly:

"The Prime Minister loves to joke, hehe, hehe... I don't know if everyone is sincerely welcoming Master Wang?"

"As long as you know."

The Han Prime Minister was half lying on the couch, suppressed his smile, and said slowly and seriously:

"I am reminding you that Guanzhong will be the foundation of the Han Dynasty from now on. You are now in charge of everything in Guanzhong, and you have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders. You must think twice before you act."

Feng Junhou nodded: "I understand."

Guanzhong has been doing business with Hanzhong and Longyou for so many years. No matter how hard Sima Yi worked in the past few years, it would be impossible to run it airtight.

It is better to believe that politicians are not political scumbags than to expect a wealthy family to be right-wing and single-minded.

Besides, Hedong and Guanzhong are only separated by a big river.

In any big family, who doesn’t have a close relationship?

Anyone who can find out what happened in Hedong should probably know it.

"In the early years, someone from Huaili, the ancestral home of the Ma family, contacted our people. This time they expressed their condolences to the soldiers."

In his early years, the Zhao Ma family represented some of the new rich and made deals with Feng Jishi.

At that time, the last remaining relationship of the Ma family in Guanzhong had been handed over to Governor Feng.

If Wei is strong and Han is weak, it won't matter whether the other party recognizes him or not.

In the current situation, as long as someone takes the lead, such as Guan Zhongshi, Li Xianglao, "eat the pot of pulp and welcome Master Wang", isn't that a matter of course?

Zhuge Liang nodded: "You have experience in running a political party, so I'm not very worried about this."

"What I am most worried about is that there are many people in the army who have higher qualifications than you. I am afraid that some people will not obey you on weekdays!"

"The prime minister is talking about Wei Wenchang and Yang Weigong, right? Don't worry, I'm not a small-minded person."

Feng Junhou helped the prime minister tuck the corners of the quilt to avoid air leakage, and replied:

"Right now, I still act in the name of the Prime Minister in the army, but they don't dare."

"What if I lose my name in the future?"

Feng Junhou paused for a moment, then looked up at the Prime Minister and found that the Prime Minister was also staring at him.

Feng Junhou lowered his head again, continued to tuck the Prime Minister's quilt, and said calmly:

"Prime Minister, although I have the power of restraint, the country has national laws and the army has military regulations. If they act without violation, I will not cause trouble for them without reason."

"Anyway, I am also a Hanjun, so I still have some magnanimity."

Hearing Governor Feng once again emphasize his character, the Prime Minister smiled knowingly:

"I do believe this. Since you can tolerate Liu Liang and Xu Xun, if those two people are serious about their behavior, you must be able to tolerate them too."

Then he softened his tone:

"It's just that these two people are both arrogant and arrogant people. If I'm not here one day, they may not be able to obey you."

Governor Feng seemed to have anticipated what the Prime Minister was going to say. He smiled softly:

"I don't care whether they obey me or not. I only care. If the Prime Minister is really gone, will they obey the Emperor?"

When Zhuge Liang heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then quickly pointed at Feng Jishi, seemingly helpless, but actually he smiled with relief:

"You, you!"

Governor Feng pretended to be stupid and smiled blankly:

"Prime Minister, after all, I am an adult with several children. It's not like I could distinguish the situation clearly when I was young."

A few years ago, when the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was seriously ill, there was a distribution of rights between the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Shangshutai, which was directly under the emperor.

Important officials in the Prime Minister's Mansion, in that distribution of power, either concurrently served as ministers at the Chancellor's Office, or were arranged to be trusted associates of the emperor.

The only exceptions are Wei Yan and Yang Yi.

Fortunately for Wei Yan, he has a title, a general title, and his job is to lead troops, so the monk's desk doesn't matter much.

But as Yang Yi is the military commander of the Prime Minister's Mansion, nominally speaking, he has the most power in the Prime Minister's Mansion once the Prime Minister comes down.

Unfortunately, he has no other duties until now, and it is obvious that he is leaving it to Adou to make arrangements as he sees fit.

As for whether it is rain, dew or thunder, it depends on what Adou thinks.

It is precisely because of this that Governor Feng would say "Do you obey the emperor or not?"

"But if you really want to talk about it, the prime minister deliberately ignored Yang Yi, but actually he still had a love for his talents, right?"

When the Han Prime Minister heard this, he was slightly startled, and then raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Tell me, what do you think?"

Governor Feng chuckled: "Polishing?"

Just two words made the Han Prime Minister smile heartily:

"Are you so sure?"

"Prime Minister, after all, I have been polished by you along the way, okay?"

The Prime Minister smiled again, and then sighed:

"It's a pity that although Mr. Wei is talented, his temperament is far inferior to yours. I'm afraid he will still insist on his own way in the end."

When Feng Junhou heard the Prime Minister's words, he didn't take it seriously:

"Prime Minister, is Mr. Yang Weigong about to reach the age of knowing his destiny? If he still persists in his own way at this age, then it can be said that his nature is hard to change."

The current Han Dynasty is not the Shu Han in the original history. To put it bluntly, if there is one more Yang Yi and one less Yang Yi, Feng Prefect does not think it has much impact.

The best thing to do is to train a few more staff officers.

Even if Wei Yan was missing, Governor Feng would not feel it was a pity.

Not to mention General Guan, Zhao Sanqian Shibao and others, my two brothers-in-law are still alive and well.

With their own help, are they still no match for Wei Yan?

He reached out and touched the medicine bowl and felt that the temperature was right. Feng Jishi picked it up and brought it to the prime minister:

"No matter what happens to Mr. Yang Wei from now on, it cannot be controlled by others. It is his own choice. Prime Minister, why don't you drink the medicine first?"

It seemed that in the eyes of Governor Feng, the bowl of medicine in his hand was more important than Yang Yi's fate.

Seeing Feng Jishi's appearance, the Han Prime Minister knew that he had made a decision in his heart. Although he sighed a little, he did not say anything.

As his chosen successor, Feng Mingwen has done a good enough job. Since he already has his own opinions, there is no need for him to be too demanding.
Chapter completed!