Feng Yong replied: "I don't want to suppress him, but Wei Wenchang is too proud. How could he be willing to submit to me? Asking him to help me is like asking for humiliation."

When the Prime Minister heard this, he remained silent again, and finally sighed:

"I thought that as long as I was still here, Yang Yi and Wei Yan, even if they were dissatisfied with your temporary supervision of Guanzhong, they would not do anything out of line."

"I didn't expect that Duke Yang Wei, who has followed me for many years, would be so ignorant of the general situation. That's all. Just do what you want."

Over the years, Yang Weigong and Wei Wenchang not only hated their colleagues, but also had a fierce rivalry with each other.

If I hadn't cherished their talents and tried my best to protect them, I'm afraid they would have been squeezed out long ago.

It's just that I can tolerate them, but I can't expect those who come after me to treat them that way.

Not to mention, with their temperaments, how could they be willing to bow to Feng Mingwen so easily?

As prime minister, Zhuge Liang chose the former between establishing prestige for his successor and maintaining the old ministry.

However, he still warned:

"It's just that no matter what, these two people have contributed to the country. Even if you don't want to use their talents, you can't force them too much, lest others think you are a domineering person."

Feng Yongben was still thinking about how to deal with the troops and camps led by Wei Yan.

After hearing what the Prime Minister said and thinking of Guan Xing's reminder to him today, Feng Yong had no choice but to put this topic aside for the time being.

Now that the Prime Minister allows himself to take over Yang Yi's power, he has accomplished the first stage of his goal.

Anyway, there is no war for the time being, so let Wei Yan lead the original troops and camps to stay where they are, and we will see the situation later.

After all, Yang Yi and Wei Yan, one is the military commander and the other is the military general.

If you are taken down by yourself at this time, it will really harm your reputation and will not be conducive to later work.

The next day, more than a hundred elite cavalry rode out from Chang'an City and arrived at the camp outside the city again.

Zhang Yuan led his people directly outside Yang Yi's tent and said:

"Following the order of General Zhengxi, a certain special medical worker came to diagnose Yang Changshi."

After a while, Yang Yi's voice sounded from inside the tent: "Come in."

Zhang Yuan walked to the tent door and said, "Yang Changshi, I'm sorry."

After saying that, he lifted up the thick tent door and entered the tent.

At this time, Yang Yi was wearing a robe, half lying on the marching couch, holding a book in his hand and reading.

When he felt Zhang Yuan and others entering the tent, he didn't even raise his head:

"What? Does Feng Mingwen not trust Li Haoxuan and Guan Anguo, or does he not trust the medical workers in the military? He actually sent someone to check it out in person. Could it be that he really suspected that I was pretending to be sick?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and his throat sounded really uncomfortable.

However, what he said was extremely rude, and even had a hint of sowing discord.

It's just that Zhang Yuan, as the eldest brother of the Jiangwu Hall, has followed Feng Junhou in various expeditions over the years.

How could he be promoted from a commoner to the position of deputy chief of staff next to Feng Junhou?

But seeing him smiling, he said warmly:

"Yang Changshi is overly worried. The Lord is just worried that Yang Changshi's body cannot withstand the cold, so he specially sent the best medical doctor to come and take a look."

"So, do I still have to thank him?"

Yang Yi raised her eyelids and sneered.

The smile on Zhang Yuan's face did not change at all:

"Yang Changshi was joking. Junhou said that when he first took charge of the army, he would have to consult Changshi more in the future, so he was very concerned about Changshi's health."

"Ha!" Yang Yi glanced at Zhang Yuan, "A clever talker!"

I don't know if I'm talking about Feng or Deputy Chief of Staff Feng.

Zhang Yuan's eyes finally changed and he said that he could do it, but if he wanted to talk about his mountain, then he couldn't!

The smile on his face became softer:

"Yang Changshi, being angry is harmful to your health. You have to take care of yourself. Why don't we let the medical staff make a diagnosis first?"

Yang Yi stretched out her arms and said disdainfully, "Come on!"

Is he pretending to be ill? Doesn't he know it himself?

Therefore, he was not afraid that Feng Wenhe and the medical workers sent over would find any problems.

Zhang Yuan motioned to Fan Qi, Feng Junhou's personal physician.

Fan Qi stepped forward and bowed to feel his pulse.

After a while, Fan Qi took a few steps back and whispered to Zhang Yuan:

"Chief of Staff Zhang, Yang Changshi has indeed caught the cold."

As if to confirm Fan Qi's words, Yang Yi suddenly coughed violently.

Zhang Yuan showed concern:

"Yang Changshi looks seriously ill?"

"Well," Fan Qi hesitated, "this wind-cold can be severe or minor. If it can be treated in time, it can be cured quickly."

"If care is not taken, if the condition suddenly worsens, it will be very troublesome and may even be life-threatening."

Zhang Yuan frowned, nodded, and agreed: "Yes, there are many precedents in the military."

When Yang Yi heard this, she couldn't help but glance at the two of them strangely.

The person Feng Wenhe sent here actually seemed to be speaking for him?

But Zhang Yuan suddenly took two steps forward and looked at Yang Yi with concern:

"Yang Changshi, the conditions in the army are primitive and not conducive to recuperation. Moreover, Changshi is old and frail. In order to avoid delaying his illness, Yuan boldly suggests that we ask Changshi to go to Chang'an City for treatment."

When Yang Yi heard this, her eyes suddenly widened, she looked at Zhang Yuan in disbelief, and cursed angrily: "Thief, who do you think is old and frail?"

Zhang Yuan ignored him, turned around and ordered: "Why don't you come soon?"

Several strong soldiers outside the tent swarmed in.

Yang Yi became a little panicked when she saw that Zhang Yuan seemed to be serious:

"Stop! Do you know who I am? I am the Commander-in-Chief of the Army. Aren't you afraid that the Prime Minister will blame Feng for bullying me like this?"

Zhang Yuan smiled slightly, leaned into Yang Yi's ear, and whispered:

"Yang Changshi, you also know that you are just a Changshi, and the Shanzhang is appointed as the governor of Liangzhou, the general who led the Western Campaign, the Marquis of Quanting, and the scepter given by the emperor."

"Now that all matters in Guanzhong are temporarily led by the mountain chief, who do you think is more important in the eyes of the prime minister?"

When Yang Yi heard this, she was stunned.

Zhang Yuan stood up straight and looked at Yang Yi, who was a little dull, with a soft smile on his face again:

"Yang Changshi, please don't make it difficult for me. If we really make a fuss, both of us will lose face."

Yang Yi suddenly raised her head and shouted: "I want to see the Prime Minister!"

Zhang Yuan nodded: "The prime minister is in the city. When we enter the city, I will personally report the wishes of the Ming Dynasty to the mountain chief. Now, please?"

After a while, news spread quickly in the camp:

Yang Changshi's condition worsened and he needed to go to the city for treatment. All matters in the camp were temporarily handled by Guan Xing, Zhang Bao and Wu Ban through consultation.
Chapter completed!