Extra Story: Feng Jue (Past Life)

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Feng Jue, Shangyang Fengshi Saburo.

He has lived a carefree and precious life since he was a child, and he can be said to be the chosen child born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

According to the theory of a famous psychologist, there are five kinds of human needs from low to high——

Physiological needs, safety needs, social needs, esteem needs, and self-actualization needs.

Feng Jue, as the youngest son of Dongqing's most noble family, was pampered and raised by the elders since he was a child. He gave what he wanted, and naturally there was no shortage of bottom-level needs. The psychologist said that when one level of need is met, one naturally desires the next level.

The same is true of Feng Jue, he was born with what others cannot have, and the remaining meaning of life is to pursue himself.

To put it more plainly, this is a boy with the second illness, thinking about challenging the impossible all day long, and then making his life a step further.

Of course, his heart is lonely.

Because a vulgar person cannot understand his pursuit and ambition.

When the world was in chaos, Feng Jue refused the family letter sent by his elder brother and second brother to let him go home and squat, so he had to go out to find the "Ming Lord". Not to mention what kind of mood the two elder brothers are in, anyway, Fengjue's book boy is a little bit broken and wants to cry, and the tears are pattering down.

Feng Jue looked ashamed, and scolded angrily.

"Why are you crying? I'm so annoying, keep silent!"

The book boy cried even harder, his voice was hoarse, and the tears turned from one to one to a torrential rain, which made him sad.

He didn't cry about how his lord loves to die, he was distraught because he was about to die at a young age.

Yes, dying at a young age_(:3)∠)_

Their master and servant were caught by a nest of bandits when they crossed the mountains, and they are now in the woodshed of the bandits' den.

The little book boy felt that there was no hope of escape, so he naturally wanted to cry to his heart's content, crying and crying.

The bandits who caught them were more fierce than the other. In short, the little book boy was very scared, but Feng Jue was extremely calm.

"What's the use of crying?"

book boy,

"Mr. Sanlang, this place is so remote, if you die unfortunately, the family may not know about it."

Feng Jue said, "Your lord, I haven't even cried yet. Could it be that my life is worth less than yours?"

At this time, Feng Jue was young and energetic, with the arrogance of a noble boy, the book boy was stunned speechless, but he did not dare to disobey.

Without him, Feng Jue would not have been caught if it wasn't for the book boy who was holding him back.

It's only because the book boy was frightened by the bandits who jumped out, and kept holding Feng Jue, making him unable to draw his sword, and causing Feng Jue to be captured by the bandits.

In short, the book boy is very cowardly now, for fear that he will be killed by the enraged Feng Jue before he dies at the hands of the bandits.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Slave—I didn't intend to drag you—"

Feng Jue was also upset at this time, and the book boy was making all kinds of noises in his ears, so he couldn't help it anymore.

The book boy muttered blankly again.

"Actually...if it wasn't for Mr. Sanlang who had to run away from home..."

Feng Jue said angrily, "Shut up!"

He ran away from home?

He is groping forward for ideals and life!

A mediocre man doesn't understand his pursuit and ambition at all.

After the master and servant hurt each other for a while, the door of the woodshed, which had been closed for a long time, was finally opened.

A few tall and burly figures stood against the light at the door, Feng Jue's heart tightened, but he also knew that now was not the time to mess around.

The bandits didn't kill them or torture them on the spot, probably because the master and servant still had some value.

The negotiation situation later will probably affect the lives of the two of them.

In any case, life-saving is the top priority.

We can't make these bandits feel that their master and servant are fat sheep to slaughter, and then they will tear up the ticket when they open their mouths to the Feng family's lion. After all, no one can get away with offending the Feng family. ——But it can't make the bandits feel that the two are worthless—for the bandits, the worthless captives think that the meat is too old and sour even if they are chopped up and fed to pigs.

Only if the value is not high but not low, and if you find the right position, you can survive safely.

If it doesn't work, Feng Jue can still hide his name and make false claims with the other party, and after gaining trust, he will plan a conspiracy and get in touch with Feng Shi.

"Where are you taking me and my husband?"

The book boy shrank his head in fright, like a quail, but he still had the courage to ask the bandits why they came.

The bandit snorted heavily, lifted the book boy by his collar and dragged him away.

One of the bandits asked Feng Jue with his eyes, Feng Jue froze, waved his hands and said, "No, I have legs myself."

Feng Family Saburo will never lose Feng's face!

With this idea in mind, Feng Jue went to meet the bandit leader, but——

Where is the bandit leader?

Feng Jue stood in the huge hall, the head seat was dressed in a neat tiger skin, and there was a woman sitting on the seat who was "denied by six relatives" - this woman had a cold and rebellious expression, and she only wanted to hug her when she was lying on her knees. The cute big cat that wants to be kissed and scratched - fart, it is clearly a tiger!

The tiger of the king of beasts lay on the woman's lap like a cat, purring comfortably and coquettishly from time to time.

Undoubtedly, the bandit leader Feng Jue wants to meet is none other than this woman.

"What's your name?" The woman didn't bother to raise her eyelids, her slender fingers shuttled between the tiger's hair.

Feng Jue's heart changed, and he bowed respectfully, "Let's go to Feng San again."

"Feng...three?" The woman smiled lazily.

She rubbed her bare feet on the tiger's belly, and the obedient tiger also rubbed its big furry face on her lap.

This picture is really harmonious and beautiful... Damn!

Feng Jue didn't think this tiger was so kind and cute, and there was shredded raw meat hanging from the corner of his mouth!

"Your name is Feng San? How could any parent name their son that?"

Feng Jue opened his eyes and said nonsense, "The family is poor. Although the parents are willing to support the education of the three sons in the family, their ability is limited after all."

"Third son? In addition to you, you have an elder brother in your family?"

Feng Jue said, "Yes, the eldest brother Feng Da, the second brother Feng Er, and the boy Xing San, so naturally it is Feng San."

When he lowered his head, he didn't notice a faint smile flashing in the woman's eyes.

That smile was not a kind smile, but Hong Guoguo's mockery.

It is true that Feng Jue's acting skills are passable, but the book boy beside him is not. Didn't you see the book boy's expression full of flaws?

Feng Jue is lying!

However, Feng San's name is also simple and rude, probably San Langjun from a family with a similar pronunciation of the surname, right?

The woman didn't pursue the matter, but said, "Your family is poor? Then you won't be allowed to stay, drag it down, cut it up and feed it, and save a meal."

Cut it off and feed who?

Just look at the excited look of the tiger lying beside the woman.

The book boy fainted from fright, and Feng Jue's expression was not very good.

He tried his best to fight for the possibility of survival for himself.

For example--

Although his family was poor, he was good at studying and knowledgeable. However, he was born in a poor family and could not enter the officialdom to seek an official career.

so--

If the woman lets him live, he is willing to be a dog-headed military adviser for the woman and help her manage the bandit village, which is also a way out.

The woman sneered, "Do you want to be a bandit like me?"

Feng Jue said, "Three hundred and sixty lines, each line is worth a try."

What happened to the bandits?

Can't the bandits be self-motivated, can't work hard on their careers, and expand their employment territory?

Occupational discrimination is unacceptable!

Feng Jue talked eloquently again, which moved the hearts of the bandits around him, but in the bandit village, it was the woman who had the final say, and she had the final say. If she refuses to nod and agree, even if the bandits value Feng Jue's talent, Feng Jue can only be chopped up and fed to the tiger.

After a long while, the woman nodded and said, "There is still some meaning, keep it. Is this the book boy next to you?"

Feng Jue said, "Yes, the family is poor, but it is still possible to buy a cheap child."

The woman said, "Let's throw it in the backyard to clean and wash clothes. There is a lack of a handyman."

As a result, Feng Jue succeeded in incarnating as "Feng San" and became a dog-headed army adviser in this bandit village.

He slowly won the trust of the woman——Jiang Pengji, only to realize that this seemingly ordinary village actually has a very wide range of business.

Not only do they block and rob part-time, they also work as bodyguards and escorts.

What if no one hires them?

Block the way to rob, and see if the intercepted merchants want to be robbed or hire them as bodyguards.

_(:3)∠)_

Feng Jue was stunned to see such a bandit's approach.

"Wouldn't it be nice to do this...?"

The woman rolled her eyes, "We are bandits, when did bandits speak the truth?"

Bandits were unreasonable, especially the bandit leader Jiang Pengji, who not only dared to block the way to rob wealthy households, he even dared to rob Dongqing government officials. It was so lawless, Feng Jue complained in his heart, but actually he was helping the evildoers.

After a few months, Feng Jue was gradually brainwashed by the woman, and he miraculously agreed with her various rhetoric.

Every night, he would tell himself to calm down, but during the day, he followed the bandit leader to challenge and annex the surrounding bandit villages.

For the sustainable development of the bandit village, Feng Jue also sleeps long and hard.

_(:3)∠)_

As a genius strategist, Feng Jue was keenly aware of the suspicious aspects of this bandit village.

The seemingly arrogant and unreasonable bandit leader seems to be planning something secretly. The other bandits have nothing to study, but the bandit leader—very suspicious! In order to solve this mystery, Feng Jue had several chances to leave the bandit village, but he just didn't leave and stayed.

One day, Feng Jue made a great contribution in the annexation of the bandit villages of his colleagues, and the arrangements for various personnel were excellent.

The bandit village held a celebration banquet, and Feng Jue, as a dog-headed military commander, was surrounded by everyone and drank a lot of wine.

As she drank, she drank too much. Feng Jue didn't drink well when she was young, and she still had tears in her eyes when she drank too much, and her behavior was quite different from usual. He was drunk, couldn't hold back what was in his heart, and boldly asked out the doubts in his heart, but he got out of Jiang Pengji's "big plan" that was planned in his heart!

"I want to overthrow this universe!"

The same high-drinking bandit leader climbed up to the roof, holding a jug in one hand, and pointing at the full moon in the sky with the other.

"I want the sun and the moon to turn upside down, and I want all living beings to surrender!"

Feng Jue squatted under the ladder holding the wine jar and applauded her.

"Good ambition, master!"

Jiang Pengji asked him drunkenly, "Then what do you want to do?"

Feng Jue shouted drunkenly, "My ambition is not as strong as being a master."

He was really drunk, but the head of the family seemed to be drunk, but in fact his eyes were bright, and occasionally there was a sly gleam in his eyes.

Feng Jue yelled at the moon, "I want to achieve what the predecessors could not do!"

There is no hurdle in the world that Feng Jue cannot overcome!

What's so interesting about taking advantage of Feng's background to dominate the court, this Dongqing, this court, this corrupt officials... which one is worthy of him?

How could Emperor Dongqing deserve his bow?

When he thought of his eldest brother and second brother following the path arranged by the family and working step by step, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

It's not because of my own discomfort, but because of the fact that the two elder brothers can't live as they please.

"If you want to subvert the world, reverse the sun and the moon, and surrender all living beings—I will help you, and help you do these impossible things!"

Now, it was Jiang Pengji's turn to hug the wine jar and applaud him.

"Good ambition, Feng Sanjun!"

Feng Jue's cheeks were drunk, her footsteps swayed from side to side, and she waved her hands, "It's easy to say! It's a small thing! It's not worth bragging about!"

The moon was bright and clean this night, it was cool and not cold, but very comfortable.

It was also from this night that Feng Jue and the bandit leader had a strange tacit understanding that was unclear to outsiders. Drinking, having fun and doing things, things that could not be done or dared to do ten or twenty years ago in life, Feng Jue happily did it once she took off her identity as Saburo Feng.

He thought that meeting Jiang Pengji was the most beautiful accident in his life. But as time went by and the world changed, his identity changed from Feng San, Feng Jue, Feng Junshizai to Feng Aiqing... It seemed that he had gained a lot, but in fact—he also lost more things when he changed his identity. Some of these things were willingly given up, while others were forced to be lost due to the situation.

Years later, the female bandit leader became the emperor who ruled the world. When she drunkenly called him "Feng San", Feng Jue responded with a "drunk hazy" smile, seemingly intimate but actually alienated. In other words, they both knew that the other party was not drunk, but just pretended to be drunk.

They used to talk about everything, but now they are alienated and indifferent.

Feng Jue has her own difficulties, and has become the person she hated the most, taking a path completely opposite to what she expected.

This dream was long and meaningful, Feng Jue lay on the couch and couldn't help but smile at the corners of his lips, and sometimes frowned sadly.

Until the sound of a bell came faintly to his ears, waking him up from his dream.

"Outside...why is it so noisy?"

Feng Jue opened his eyes, he had a serious illness recently with gray beard and hair, and his condition only got better in the past few days, and only then did he dream about interesting things about his youth.

The bell outside still didn't stop, Feng Jue felt that it was very noisy.

At this time, the filial sons and grandsons guarding outside said tremblingly, "Emperor Daxing..."

Feng Jue didn't sound right.

"Who?"

The eldest son said with a pale face, "Emperor Daxing... died half an hour ago..."

Feng Jue half-sat on the bed, and scattered the beads in her hands all over the floor.

People who have been traveling together for nearly forty years...

so gone?

The bell just now...is a national funeral...

They met at the end of the century and got acquainted by chance. Although it is absurd, it is still an interesting talk between monarchs and ministers.

The only failure of this interesting talk is that the ending is not pleasant, and the relationship between the monarch and his subjects did not last to the end, but became alienated and indifferent.

"Father...you...sorry..."

Feng Jue was silent for a long time, from the dawn of the morning to the approaching of the dusk, she regained her senses and stiffly picked up the scattered beads on the ground.

"Come here, change clothes, and go to the palace to see the late emperor."

When the first emperor passed away, even if the courtiers were too sick to get up, they had to crawl over.

Feng Jue didn't know that the new emperor, who had been suppressed by the gentry, still had some affection for the Feng family, but he couldn't take the initiative to pass the handle on to others.

After all, the first emperor and the first emperor's daughter are different.

"In the future...you will have to make a living in your daughter's hands..."

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