Xiao Huangmen's eyes quickly glanced at another carriage not far away that looked slightly shabby.

Compared to the Great Sima, the General is really stingy and is not willing to give a single reward.

Not wanting to look at the general's carriage any longer, Xiao Huangmen bowed to Feng Da Sima again and laughed with him:

"Da Sima has been drinking. Please walk more slowly on the road to dissipate the smell of alcohol and sober up."

"Thank you for reminding me. Please come back, chambermaid."

"Then the little man won't bother Da Sima anymore."

Xiaohuangmen led the people back, and inadvertently turned around and saw the general's servants talking to Da Sima who was about to board the carriage.

Then Da Sima gave up getting on his own car and walked towards the general's car.

"I've met Mr. Jiang."

Feng Dashima, who was helped into the car by his servants, exhaled a strong breath of alcohol, leaned weakly on the car, and smiled bitterly at Jiang Wan:

"I am weak after drinking. I am extremely rude. I hope Mr. Jiang will forgive me."

Jiang Wan was wrapped in a slightly faded down jacket and sat across from him. Between the two of them, there was a small stove burning smokeless charcoal.

This smokeless charcoal should be a reward from the palace.

The red charcoal made the carriage quite warm.

"It would be rude of me to invite Da Sima here."

Jiang Wan said something, then covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

Feng Dasima reached out and opened his car window halfway to let in fresh air from outside, while reminding:

"Mr. Jiang, this fine charcoal looks smokeless, but in fact it just has less smoke. Especially in a small place like a car, you should pay more attention to avoid being poisoned by charcoal."

As he said that, he looked inside the car again and sighed slightly:

"Mr. Jiang really should change to a better car. This car is so shabby inside and out."

"You know, I admire Mr. Jiang's character, but you don't know, you think that we big men are so poor that even the general can only ride in a carriage like this."

Jiang Wan pointed at Feng Da Sima and smiled, shook his head and refused:

"This car is very good, there is no need to replace it."

Then he raised his head slightly, with a bit of sadness on his face:

"It's good to be able to ride on a carriage now. I still remember when we were in Sichuan, where were the carriages? They were all ox-carts, and some were deer-carts."

"Who would have thought," the sigh on Jiang Wan's face turned into a smile, "that one day we would be able to ride a carriage and travel freely on the streets of Chang'an City."

Speaking of this, Jiang Wan said seriously to Feng Da Sima: "Speaking of which, I really want to thank Da Sima."

"Hey, Mr. Jiang, what are you talking about?" Feng Dasima was half awake from the fright, and waved his hands quickly, "This is the result of the joint efforts of His Majesty and the loyal and righteous men of the Han Dynasty. How can you say you are thanking me?"

"Hahaha!" Jiang Wan laughed, "I mean, you went out of your way to hold off my drink in the palace hall today. I want to thank you very much."

Feng Da Sima breathed a sigh of relief and leaned softly against the carriage again:

"It turns out that Mr. Jiang was teasing me and scared me."

"Mr. Jiang has been in poor health for the past two years. Even the doctor has told him to drink less. I am a backward man and have to stop drinking for Mr. Jiang. That is what I should do."

The Great Sima, the Great General, also records the affairs of the Secretariat, and is also the head of the ministers.

At a grand banquet such as the Great Court Meeting, if one of the two drinks less and the other does not drink, it would be too disappointing.

In order not to disappoint everyone, Feng Da Sima naturally had to stand up.

We can't let Jiang Wan drag his sick body to fight in bars?

"My body is getting worse and worse."

Jiang Wan sighed with emotion, "Last winter, I got sick again. If I continue like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive for long."

"Mr. Jiang, don't think about all these things. Take good care of your body and you will get better."

Feng Dashima said, feeling a little guilty in his heart.

Although he was responsible for recording Shangshu affairs, most matters concerning the Shangshu desk were left to Jiang Wan.

As the Han Dynasty continued to regain its old places, state affairs became more and more busy and complicated.

The burden of being a minister is much heavier than if you were confined to a corner of Shu.

Therefore, Jiang Wan naturally had to work harder than when he was in Shu.

It's just that Feng couldn't rush to help. After all, the current division of labor is a tacit understanding that everyone has reached over the years.

"I know my body better than anyone else, so there is no need for Da Sima to comfort me."

Jiang Wan coughed a few more times before continuing:

"The most important task of running the country at the Chancellor's desk is the most important. If I continue to occupy the position due to my illness, I am afraid that I will miss important national affairs. Therefore, I would like to discuss something with the Grand Sima today."

When Feng Da Sima heard this, he quickly sat up straight:

"Mr. Jiang, please tell me."

"Fei Wenwei (also known as Fei Yi) is honest and honest. He has made no mistakes in the past few years since he has been appointed minister. He has followed the rules of the prime minister in many things and can be entrusted with important responsibilities."

A gust of cold wind blew in from the open window, making Jiang Wan wrap herself up in a down jacket:

"If I have any inconvenience in the future, Fei Wenwei can take charge of the office of the Chancellor for me. What does the Grand Sima think?"

Hearing this, Feng Da Sima couldn't help but look at Jiang Wan seriously.

But seeing that Jiang Wan's face was thin and slightly sick, he knew that Jiang Wan was arranging a successor.

I don’t remember when Jiang Wan disappeared in history.

But Feng Da Sima knew that Fei Yi was indeed Jiang Wan's successor.

He nodded:

"Although I record the affairs of the Secretariat, Mr. Jiang has always been responsible for the affairs of the Secretariat. I have been lazy. Therefore, Mr. Jiang must know more about the affairs of the Secretariat than me."

"Besides, Fei Wenwei has been helping Mr. Jiang handle political affairs at the Chancellor's Desk over the years. Since Mr. Jiang praised him so much, I think he must have something special about him."

Seeing Da Sima like this, Jiang Wan seemed extremely happy.

His originally pale sick face was now slightly flushed.

"The Great Sima trusts the Chancellor and delegates power to the Chancellor. That is because the Great Sima is open-minded and generous."

"But I and others have to know how to advance and retreat. Naturally, this kind of matter still requires the consent of Da Sima."

Perhaps she was a little excited. Jiang Wan said so much in one breath, couldn't help coughing twice, and then continued:

"After the Great Court Meeting, I'm afraid many disciples and colleagues will come to congratulate Grand Sima's Mansion. Ordinary people may not be able to enter Grand Sima's Mansion during this period."

"I am here to take advantage of my old age and shamelessly ask for a door ticket for Fei Wenwei, can you?"

Feng Dasima laughed:

"Chiang Kai-shek has made it known, not to mention just one piece, but ten or twenty, that's fine."

"Thank you so much, Da Sima."

"Mr. Jiang has promoted talents for the country, why should he thank me?"

Fengda Sima waved his hand, "Actually, I want to thank Mr. Jiang. I want to carry out the ambition of the Prime Minister. Without Mr. Jiang's support, I am afraid it will be difficult every step of the way."

Jiang Wan's promotion of Fei Yi can only mean one thing: the political structure of the Han Dynasty will not change for a long time to come.

Working together to annihilate the bandits and revive the Han Dynasty will still be the consensus of everyone in the Han Dynasty in the future - including Fatty Liu.

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Jiang Wan doesn't want this to change.

Feng Yongyong hopes to change.

Most people in the court don't want to change either.

"Da Sima asked me not to say thank you, why did Da Sima himself say thank you?"

Jiang Wan stretched out his slightly withered hand and said, "Get rid of the traitors, revive the Han Dynasty, and return it to the old capital."

Feng Da Sima also stretched out his hand and gave Jiang Wan a gentle blow:

"Get rid of the traitors, revive the Han Dynasty, and return the old capital."

The two looked at each other and smiled.
Chapter completed!