Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

The Chongshan Pavilion is decorated with bright red lanterns, and the candlelight illuminates the entire courtyard in a festive atmosphere.

The gongs and drums were deafening, the strings and orchestras were melodious, the seats were full of guests, and noisy blessings were heard one after another.

Zuo Chengyu was dressed in gorgeous clothes, had a handsome face and an imposing bearing.

He stood in the center of the wedding hall, holding a bunch of red silk in his hand. At the other end of the red silk, Liu Xuefu, wearing a phoenix coronet and bridal robe, held a round fan, her face delicate and bright.

The wedding banquet had just begun after the couple paid their respects to the Zuo Xiang and his wife who were seated in the hall.

"Mr. Zuo is getting married today. Guo and his wife and children wish you a happy marriage and a long-lasting love."

Guang'an Hou Guo Maoheng was nearly thirty years old, with a heroic figure, dark skin, and slightly raised sword-like eyebrows. He had a murderous look that made him intimidating without even getting angry.

But now, standing in the courtyard, he always seemed to be exhausted, as if he was troubled by the rumors of embezzlement of military pay.

Today's wedding banquet was a gathering of all the dignitaries in Kyoto. Gu Qingzhi stood behind Feng Zhanye, listened to the voice, and looked carefully at the person who was speaking.

Because of the evil spirit, Feng Zhanye was arranged to sit in the main house's pavilion next to Zuo Fuhong, making it easier for him to observe every move of all the guests.

Here, Guo Maoheng looked straight at Zuo Chengyu and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, without showing the slightest embarrassment for rejecting his gift.

Zuo Chengyu also smiled warmly as usual, put his arm around Guo Maoheng's shoulders and called him "Brother Maoheng" all the time, appearing particularly affectionate.

The two of them whispered to each other for a few words, and seemed to glance at Zuo Fuhong in the cabinet intentionally or unintentionally.

When Zuo Chengyu was called away by others, Guo Maoheng stood there, hesitated for a moment, then picked up the wine cups and walked towards the pavilion with several familiar people around him.

At this time, the party had already begun, and the guests were not confined to one place, but gathered in groups of three or four who knew each other. The children, all well fed and satisfied, were chasing and playing in the courtyard.

There was always a lot of activity around Zuo Fuhong. He was overwhelmed with people rushing to curry favor with the prime minister of the time, and his ears were sorely needed to be rubbed with similar words of praise.

Naturally, there were also some people secretly looking at Feng Zhan Ye.

Ultimately, they were still afraid of the evil spirit. Feng Zhanye knew that even if Zuo Fuhong had already spread the rumor that the evil spirit in his body had been suppressed, those people could not help but feel worried.

Feng Zhanye felt a little numb from being stared at. He leaned back and secretly glanced at Zuo Fuhong. He saw Guo Maoheng and others standing beside him. After some greetings, they started chatting.

"We have been stationed in Zhaoyu for a long time, and we know a little about the current situation of the Northern Desert Royal Court. Lord Zuo Xiang may not know that there is something wrong with the sudden dispatch of troops this time."

These people seemed to be very persistent in their political views. They did not hide their intentions at all and tried to persuade Zuo Fuhong with reason.

The elders sitting nearby tried to stop him with a smile, "Hey, it's a happy day, so please don't talk about official business."

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay. Lord Guo is also a straightforward person. If this matter is left unresolved for too long, it will be difficult for me and His Majesty to report it. It's better to talk about it here today."

Zuo Fuhong waved kindly at the old guys and invited them to sit down with a smile.

"Now that the Khan of Beimo is bedridden, his brother Wanyan Chide is in power and has violated our borders. He must be doing this to establish his authority when he succeeds the Khan. Now that he has taken action, he will not stop easily. Zhaoyu is just a small border trading town, and the casualties are still controllable. If the war spreads to other cities, I am afraid that the people on the border will suffer."

Guo Maoheng explained the current situation seriously and with good reasoning. It was obvious that he was very clear about the situation in Beimo.

Before Zuo Fuhong could speak, the old man beside him shook his head and said, "Master Xiao Guo, if you think from the perspective of the people of Zhaoyu, there is nothing wrong with sending troops to attack. However, the scope of this is much wider than you think."

These people were naturally lobbyists invited by Zuo Fuhong. They were able to enter the cabinet and sit around Zuo Fuhong. Their official positions in the court were higher than Guo Maoheng, and they also had sufficient say in this matter.

Zuo Fuhong nodded in agreement as the words came to his lips. "We have no intention of opposing Lord Guo. Although I don't know the border situation as well as you do, I know that although the national treasury is not tight, it is still not full. It is not easy for us to easily provoke a war."

Behind Guo Maoheng was a man dressed as an accountant. He bowed to Zuo Fuhong and the others and replied politely, "Lord Zuo Xiang, don't worry too much about the military pay. Lord Guo has led troops outside Zhaoyu for several years and can be self-sufficient in many things. The Secretariat only needs to allocate 10,000 taels to the Zhenbei Army to ensure that Zhaoyu can be recaptured in one fell swoop."

Zuo Fuhong sighed leisurely: "Ten thousand taels of silver, how easy is it?"

Guo Maoheng frowned, clenched his fist fiercely and slammed it on the table, making a loud noise: "In the eyes of the left prime minister, are the lives of the people at the border less important than a few taels of silver in the national treasury?"

The noise inside the pavilion alarmed even the people outside. Several pairs of eyes looked over here curiously, wanting to see what was happening inside the pavilion.

"How dare you! Marquis Guang'an, this is the Prime Minister's residence, it's not your turn as a small town general to act wildly!"

An old man shouted sternly, stood up and pointed at Guo Maoheng's nose threateningly.

Seeing that the officials behind him had gloomy faces, Zuo Fuhong tried to appease both sides in a dilemma, and the old man sat down.

"Alright, alright. As a minister, it is not easy to understand the emperor's thoughts and the people's feelings. Today is my son's wedding banquet, please don't argue. Please forgive me if I am not treating you well enough."

The few of them did not want to be known for causing a scene at the wedding banquet at the prime minister's residence, so they restrained their expressions a little and exchanged glances with each other.

"Forget it. I think it will take some time to make a decision on this matter. I am sorry for being rude today. Please forgive me, Lord Left Prime Minister."

Guo Maoheng seemed not to intend to continue the topic. He bowed respectfully to Prime Minister Zuo, stood up and prepared to leave with the others.

Zuo Fuhong suddenly said, "Master Xiao Guo, don't be in a hurry to leave. Since the emperor is still unclear about his intentions, if you want to have some idea about this, there may be another way to go."

Guo Maoheng became interested and sat back at the table and said, "Master Zuo Xiang, please speak."

"Although we cannot speculate on His Majesty's thoughts, father and son are connected by heart. Prince Duan is here today, so it would be good to listen to his thoughts for reference."

Zuo Fuhong said this while secretly giving Feng Zhanye a look.

Originally, no one took Feng Zhanye, who was sitting next to Zuo Fuhong, seriously, and they didn't even say hello to him. Only after he was mentioned like this did everyone turn their attention to him.

Gu Qingzhi sneered in her heart. When had Zuo Fuhong ever spoken to Feng Zhanye with such respect in private?

He was just manipulating Feng Zhanye as a puppet, taking the blame for presuming the emperor's will, and confirming his connection with him.

As for whether to support him or join the power struggle for succession, it all depends on their guess. In any case, he will never be the one pushed to the forefront.

Feng Zhanye clenched his fists, nodded slightly, and then raised his head with an ambiguous smile on his face.

The dark eyes stared at Guo Maoheng without blinking, every word.

"I agree with the teacher that now is not a good time to start a war."