I was given the contraceptive soup and became the emperor's white moonlight

Chapter 200 Victory

"Master Li! The master is already over seventy years old and is no longer as strong as you are. I beg you to say less! Please say less!"

Li Zhao took a long breath and stepped back. When he knew that Lord Feng's expression had eased a little, he handed the document that he had just placed on the table to him and said, "I will give this to you."

"What should be done and what can be done depends on Lord Feng's choice." Li Zhao turned around and was about to leave, but after a pause he turned back and said, "There is no such thing as having the best of both worlds in the world, Lord Feng, please do what you want."

It was not until Li Zhao's footsteps had gone far away that Feng Ji opened the receipt. It was a receipt that the restaurant had registered with the government. The seal of the government office was clearly written on it, and the three words "Feng Deyong" were written on it.

Feng Deyong is the nephew of Feng Ji who stayed in his hometown, and he is also the nephew who traveled thousands of miles to transport the strange stone to the capital.

Feng Ji's hands were shaking as he held the document. How could he not know what Li Zhao was thinking? Li Zhao wanted him to choose between his nephew and his grandson.

One is his nephew from a side branch, and the other is the child left by his biological son. He is his only bloodline inheritance. If he were an ordinary person, he would definitely choose the closest grandson without hesitation.

But when it was Feng Ji's turn, he hesitated. In fact, he was not close to his nephew who lived far away in his hometown, and they did not interact much on weekdays. The only impression he had of him was perhaps that he had studied with him when he was young.

Feng Ji has met all kinds of people in his life. It is impossible to say that he cannot see a person's character. He knows very well what kind of person his grandson Feng She is, and he also knows very well what kind of person Feng Deyong is.

Since he became an official, he always warned the younger generation in his family not to rely on his reputation to do evil, but he never considered them. Not every child in the Feng family was good at studying, so when he learned that Feng Deyong had started doing business, he knew it was not right, but he did not say anything to stop him.

Because he understood, he was very clear that not every descendant of the Feng family could become a general or a prime minister, and the others who were mediocre or doing nothing needed the capital to survive.

And Feng Deyong did a great job.

Moreover, this nephew has never used his name and has lived his current life by enduring hardships alone. Does he really want him to destroy the business he has painstakingly built up over many years just because of his identity?

Feng Ji knew very well that he couldn't do it, and Li Zhao knew the same thing.

He admitted that although he did not like Li Zhao, he had his own selfish motives in writing the recent petition. He was reluctant to part with his grandson, but at the same time he had to be willing to do so.

Feng Ji already had the answer in his mind. He placed the document on the candle flame and lit it. He waited until the last embers disappeared before he spoke: "Burn those memorials impeaching Li Zhao."

He accepted it. No matter what Feng She's future would be, he would accept it. He had taught countless students in his life, but only his grandson had achieved nothing. He accepted it.

After all, it was my own incompetence that led me to the current situation, and I must not involve innocent people again.

A gust of wind blew outside the door, the holes in the rockery made a noise in the wind, and the last yellow leaf fell from the branch and floated to the front of the door with the wind.

The servant outside the door picked up the leaf, threw it into the wooden barrel without mercy, and carried it out of the door along with the dirty garbage.

The sound of the wind was like a wail, burying the last leaf and also bidding farewell to the good reputation of an old minister.

After walking out of Feng Mansion, Li Zhao's heart was not at peace. He was not worried about what decision Feng Ji would make. He won this game, but he was not happy about it.

There has never been a perfect person in this world. As long as there are feelings and thoughts, there will be selfishness. A selfish person cannot become a saint.

Feng Ji is like this, and so is everyone in the world.

"What's wrong?" Pei Wenzhuo asked in confusion when he saw Li Zhao looking depressed as soon as he entered the room.

Li Zhao raised his eyebrows and shook his head and said, "Nothing."

"Feng Ji won't cause any more trouble." He looked up at Pei Wenzhuo and asked, "What about the others? What do you say?"

"Some were so scared that they were trembling with fear, and some were so angry that they cursed loudly. Anyway, in the end, it was the same. They didn't dare to cause trouble again." Pei Wenzhuo shrugged and said, "It's so boring."

"Why aren't there any tough guys like these?"

"They have served as officials their entire lives, and they hope that their descendants will also be able to serve as officials. How could they possibly ruin their own reputation?"

"After all, it's just a son. Which of those old guys doesn't have many wives and concubines, and children and grandchildren around his knees?"

"I enjoy family happiness every day, but at this moment, I am just a chess piece that can be discarded."

"Why are you so pessimistic today?" Pei Wenzhuo sat down on Li Zhao's desk. "On normal days, wouldn't our Lord Li make a lot of ridicule?"

"Go away!" Yi Xian glared at him, "Have you resolved the issue in Hedong?"

"I see you're so free lately, why don't you go to Nanyang?"

"Don't!" Pei Wenzhuo jumped down from the table and waved his hands hastily, "I just returned to the capital. I haven't even had time to sit down yet and you're sending me out again?"

"Nanyang, Nanyang is really not good! Seeing that the weather is getting colder day by day, if we go there this time, I'm afraid we won't be able to come back!"

Li Zhao glanced at him, pressed the token on the letter and pushed it in front of him. Even though Pei Wenzhuo was reluctant, he still took the token and walked away dejectedly.

Soon, an extremely exaggerated howl was heard from outside the door.

After Pei Wenzhuo left, the room returned to silence. Li Zhao stood up and walked out. There was someone imprisoned in the imperial prison waiting for his care.

Just as Pei Wenzhuo said, the weather outside was getting colder and colder, but it never snowed in such a cold day. White smoke was floating from the chimney, and there was a dark cloud covering the sky in the distance. Even the singing of birds could not be heard.

Charcoal braziers were also lit in the imperial prison, of course, where there were officers and soldiers. After all, those in power were not so kind as to create a harmonious and warm residence for those who were redeeming their sins.

The man was tied to a rack, his clothes were torn from being whipped, his muscles shivering in the cold air beneath the mottled bloodstains.

The jailer sitting nearby stood up hastily when he saw Li Zhao, "Sir, you are here!"

"How is it? Did you find out anything?" Li Zhao walked up to the man, stretched out a finger and pressed hard on his wound. The hanging man let out a wail and his head hung weakly.

"It's the same old excuse." The jailer shook his head. "We've tried everything, but he still hasn't said a single word!"

"If we continue to fight, I'm afraid we won't be able to stay here."

"Put him down." Li Zhao wiped the blood stains on his fingertips on the few remaining pieces of cloth on the man and walked aside with disgust. "If you die, I will hang you up."