After all, Zhao Feng couldn't help but speak up for the eldest son and said, "Master, can you interrogate who is with him?"

Putting it in the mouth of the eldest son, this is a witness.

If Wu Xian silenced him without interrogation, it would be difficult for people not to think about it too much. Even if he is as loyal as Zhao Feng, he would still be unfair.

"Of course I asked."

Zhao Feng asked again: "What do you say about the servant?"

Wu Xian didn't want to say it, after all, it was not nice to say the family scandal of brothers, but he still said with a slight dark face: "The servant said that the second son conspired with someone to murder the eldest son."

"Why does the lord have a spirit of speaking to the attendant?"

How could Wu Xian not use it?

But the result is very interesting.

The attendant changed his words.

"He said bluntly that there was nothing wrong with this, but the boss was jealous of the second child and put on a condom." Wu Xian was about to laugh when he heard this. If the boss had this brain and plot, he would not be so mediocre. If he could do this, Wu Xian would have to look up to him.

Wu Xian: "Do you think I'm favoring my second brother?"

Zhao Feng was a little confused for a moment.

He heard his lord sigh as if tired, and said, "That's why he said, let the boss get too close to his uncles. Those uncles had already ruined the family business and had a bad idea to gain benefits from him. Over the years, the main courtyard has been secretly helping his brothers, and the expense loopholes in the middle of the feed are getting bigger and bigger. I have to endure all of this because the boss and the second child. But the boss still can't figure it out. What skills can his uncles have? They are harmed by others as knives. The boss is not close to the red ones, and the boss is black ones. The boss's mind is not very good at first, and he is fooled by fools..."

Wu Xian’s complaints are like pouring beans.

He didn't know what he had committed, and he was good at pretending to be a pig and eating tigers. As a result, the eldest son he gave birth to looked at the pig. The second son was smart and looked like him the most, but because he looked too much like Wu Xian, Wu Xian knew that the boss was in a dangerous situation.

But the eldest brother only knew how to be jealous of the second child, but what about the second child? He had long seen that Wu Xian didn't like their mother tribe, so he drew a clear line with a few uncles who could only suck blood and provoke right and wrong.

Zhao Feng's CPU almost burned out.

"Then who belongs to this servant..."

Wu Xian asked coldly: "You guess?"

A thought came to Zhao Feng's mind.

"Can't it be... the second young master?"

Wu Xian just responded with hehe.

Zhao Feng: "...yes, Ke Yanling interrogates..."

The attendant may also give the second young master a gift, so it would be too risky to do this. Furthermore, there are far more voices supporting the second young master than the eldest young master, so there is no need for him to do this...

Wu Xian's face showed a rare fatigue and discomfort, and he said sarcastically: "First, Yan Ling's interrogation is not only the truth; secondly, the attendant said the truth. He didn't even know that he was the second child, but he was ordered to take the eldest child to hear that passage that day. Why didn't he think about the boss's brain? He has been practicing hard for several years and still building his thumping strength on the second class. How could he hide the talent and strength far exceed his second child? Eavesdropping? He is a vegetarian?"

It's like the two brothers hiding things when they were young.

The boss practices slowly and grows slowly. He thought he had brought Dong XZ to a secret place where he needed to cushion his feet. He was content, but he didn't know that the dick, who was one head taller than him, could see it with his eyes raised. Wu Xianzhen was about to be crying stupidly by this son.

Zhao Feng: “…”

Not to mention the eldest son, Zhao Feng didn't expect this.

Wu Xian said: "I have already hit my dick."

Zhao Feng was slightly shocked, and Wu Xian wrote a few words to reveal the information that revealed was huge. If this matter was really directed and acted by the second young master, he would also have a frame-up while intimidating the eldest young master. As a result, the lord's handling of this was just a blow.

This means-

The lord is in his heart and is in his second son.

Wu Xian saw the subtle expression on Zhao Feng's face and said helplessly: "The boss's quail-like temperament is not suitable. It's okay to have mediocre talent. After all, not all lords will charge and kill the enemy like Chen Youli. If his temperament is outstanding, even if the boss is just an ordinary person, someone will be loyal to him, but his temperament is also mediocre, and he will be at the mercy of his uncle."

The second child is very good at looking at the eyes.

He also has his own opinions.

"...If the righteousness is placed in a stable world, it is not bad for the boss to pass on the family business. At least he will not treat his younger brothers and sisters badly. Even if he has not made achievements, it is considered to be a glorious family to be able to defend the current family. But now it is not possible. If Zheng Qiao is overthrown and the alliance army of the Dragon Slaying Bureau has no unanimous enemies, civil strife will be a matter of time. Can the boss convince the public?"

Zhao Feng shook his head in his heart when he thought of the eldest son like that.

He, a teacher, couldn't say anything against his will.

only--

"The lord is in full swing in spring and autumn, and is in his prime, so it is still too early to think about these things. If the eldest son can understand the lord's painstaking efforts, correct it, and think that he can establish his elders as much as possible." Zhao Feng's words were bold, and even crossed that line.

If Wu Xian had been thinking about it, Zhao Feng would be scolded the least.

But Zhao Feng didn't say this for the eldest son.

Wu Xian had many children, and several of them were also concubines of the Tianhai clan. If the second son could surpass the eldest son to take office, those sons might not have thoughts.

The second young master only has one "legitimate" advantage over those younger brothers born from illegitimate, and the so-called "legitimate" is left to illegitimate, and the difference between the two is just that, because their status comes with Wu Xian, not with his mother. Since they can ignore etiquette and law and choose the eldest son who is renamed, but instead choose the second son of the legitimate son, then they can also abandon etiquette and law and choose the son of the legitimate son.

Wu Xian’s choice is very dangerous.

The subordinates under his corps were originally all from the Tianhai family that he had made friends with when he was young, which led to Wu Xian's high reliance on their support and even being constrained by them. Because of this reason, he had no good way to solve the problem of the factions under the corps.

Sometimes, Wu Xian also envies Chen Tang.

Chen Tang was barefoot, so naturally no one was afraid.

On the other hand, I can move my whole body with one move...

Wu Xian's face looked ugly as if he was swallowing bitter gourd, and he was angry: "How can I not understand? But the boss can't help him!"

The topic is deadlocked.

Zhao Feng knew that he had crossed the line and found an excuse to quit.

The night wind blew, pouring into his neck, taking away the temperature around him, and stimulating Zhao Feng with goose bumps all over his body.

He stood there, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, and exhaled a mouthful of white mist. For some reason, Zhao Feng felt something pressing on his heart, and he was a little breathless. Zhao Feng slapped his pine clothes and did not return to his tent to find his old friend.

An old friend was using the iron fan handle to poke the charcoal fire and fanned the fire, and the mushroom soup was cooked on it.

Zhao Fenglingmin smelled the fragrance of meat.

"You dog's nose, smelled the smell?"

Zhao Feng sat down: "You scolded me. If I don't drink all the soup you cooked, wouldn't I have lost a lot?"

The temperature in the Northwest continent has recovered slowly.

The temperature in the middle of the night made people's hands stiff.

Zhao Feng held the empty wooden bowl and watched his old friend twist a small pinch of snow-white fine salt from the cloth bag he carried with him and sprinkled it on the Mutton Broth. He suddenly felt a little embarrassed that he was so leisurely. He said, "I'm here, I'll encounter some things, please consider it for me."

The scribe squinted his eyes and said, "Pay?"

Zhao Feng scolded: "You old guy is fond of money?"

The scholar said, "How much money does it make for a idle function?"

Zhao Feng: “…”

The other party forced him to leave the small golden cake as big as a thumb.

The scribe said in a good mood: "After saying that, what's the matter?"

I still don’t forget the next word to protect customer privacy.

Zhao Feng poured beans, and so, that, and finally concluded: "For some reason, I felt uncomfortable..."

The scribe stirred Mutton broth with a small silver spoon.

"Isn't this obvious? You will feel uncomfortable because you are worried about the eldest son's life. Who doesn't know that choosing the eldest son can reduce the struggle? What you understand, the lord will not understand? But the eldest son's talent is so bad that it seems to be forgotten in his mother's womb, and it is like reincarnation and forgetting to bring it with him. That's fine, but he still occupies the legitimate and the eldest..."

The scribe gave an image metaphor.

"It's like occupying a pit and not pooping."

Zhao Feng looked at the pot of Gudu, and his face turned dark as the milky white soup rolled up and down.

The literati said seriously: "The eldest son seems a little annoying. If he can give up this 'long', all problems will be solved. The lord doesn't have to worry, and no one else needs to stand in a row, and a bunch of silencers don't have to poke their heads and minds."

He spread his hands: "Everyone is happy."

Zhao Feng's face at this time was darker than the bottom of the pot pot that was licked by the flames. The scholar scooped out the mushroom soup and tasted the salty soup, and said carelessly: "You should not get involved in this matter. The eldest son can live until now, and his mind is at least smarter than you."

Zhao Feng: “…”

He was depressed and angry.

"Do you know what I want to do most now?"

"Suppress our Mushroom Soul Broth?"

Zhao Feng: "You are right!"

A pair of copper maces were about to smash his pot.

As a result, only a fire was hit, and countless sparks splashed out, but the pot of Mutton Soup disappeared. Zhao Feng looked up and saw that Mutton Soup was already held by the scholar's hands.

The latter also smiled gladly: "Fortunately, it's not wasted."

Yan Ling rescues Mutton Broth soup very timely.
To be continued...