Zhenguan: I, Dou Fengjie, will not be the first cuckold.

In their spare time, the open space outside the offices of the Censorate was filled with the sounds of fists and kicks, turning the once peaceful civil official residence into a more lively place than the Twelve Guards of the Southern Court.

The tiger has been released from its cage; it must fight to release all its pent-up frustration.

"Take this punch from Old Cheng!"

"Grasp the sparrow's tail".

Cheng Chumo's punch, delivered with 80% force, was deflected by Dou Fengjie's waist power. Dou Fengjie used his rear hand to deflect Cheng Chumo's punch and neutralize the force, while simultaneously turning and stepping forward to entangle Cheng Chumo's front hand.

The sudden change of tactics caught Cheng Chumo off guard, leaving him momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Fortunately, Dou Fengjie's palm strike only lightly touched his clothes before stopping, the movement so fast that outsiders couldn't see it clearly.

Cheng Chumo grinned, his face full of disbelief: "How could such a light and airy move make Old Cheng lose his balance?"

Watching from afar, Changsun Huan, the Vice Minister of the Court of State Ceremonies, muttered to himself, "Does Tai Chi really have this power?"

Although Cheng Lingxi's Tai Chi Chuan is widely known, few people know how effective it is in actual combat; most people still practice it as a health-preserving exercise.

No matter how high Monk Shili's Tai Chi skills were, his fame was still spread to a very narrow range, and he didn't have people sparring with him every day.

For Tai Chi to become a universally applicable martial art, it will require the efforts of many people and appropriate adjustments to adapt it to different circumstances.

After all, there are only a limited number of people who are truly talented in martial arts, and even fewer who can comprehend the balance of softness and strength in Tai Chi.

True Tai Chi is suitable for real combat.

Dou Fengjie chuckled.

It was worth it for him to prepare incense money on his day off to seek an audience with Shi Li, and to personally experience the difference between the beginner level and the hall-level.

In terms of pure technique, Dou Fengjie even knew a few more moves than Shi Li, but unfortunately they were all just for show and had no real lethality.

The same move, "Grab the Sparrow's Tail," was executed with such swift and decisive force that Dou Fengjie was rendered powerless to resist.

Although Dou Fengjie could not possibly make rapid progress from a single sparring match, at least it gave him a clue as to how to transform health-preserving boxing into practical combat boxing.

Seeing Shi Li, who was younger than him, Dou Fengjie had to admire him, thinking that there really were geniuses in the world, but unfortunately, he wasn't one of them.

"Is Tai Chi really that powerful?"

Once he realized what was happening, Cheng Chumo's eyes lit up, and he wished he could immediately find a famous master to learn Tai Chi.

"No matter what kind of boxing style it is, you have to put in the effort to practice it before it can show its power!"

Dou Fengjie told the truth.

Without the foundation of his previous experience before time travel, he wouldn't have been able to achieve enlightenment.

Cheng Chumo had a good foundation and a strong physique. His father was also a master of the horse spear, second only to Yuchi Jingde.

As a result, he tried to learn everything, but ended up being a jack of all trades and master of none.

Otherwise, why would he always get hung up and kicked by Cheng Yaojin?

Luoyang Gongche Kunchi Ding, whose complexion had finally recovered somewhat, hunched over as he entered the Diankeshu (a government office for foreign guests), crossing his arms as he greeted everyone he met.

"Shangguan, the matter of Qilian has been settled. Can I now travel around Chang'an?"

Poor Che Kunchi Ding felt like he was being treated like a villain by everyone.

"Yes, but don't leave Chang'an, and definitely don't hide in some corner to watch the show."

Dou Fengjie smiled.

Taiyuan Yuancong Wang Fangzhen and his group would naturally keep an eye on Che Kunchiding, and would suppress him with iron fists if anything went wrong.

"However, has Ōsirifa figured out how to establish a foothold in Shudun City?"

Dou Fengjie posed a soul-searching question.

Che Kunchiding's fingers remained frozen for a long time, his eyes devoid of any confidence.

He knew that by having his former Qilian troops cooperate with Hou Junji, he had become a traitor to Tuyuhun, and that Busabo Khan would surely want to tear him to pieces.

Even if Murong Fuyun doesn't make a move, those famous kings will definitely rush to act first, exchanging Che Kunchiding's head for a title of feudal lord.

The fact that the Tang Dynasty had granted Dasi Lifa the title of Grand Prince might not have been enough to deter the covetousness of other famous princes.

The crucial point is that even if Che Kunchi Ding were given more troops, he wouldn't have the ability to command them.

He was not a famous general; within Tuyuhun, he was a rare civil official!

Cheng Chumo grinned and walked over: "Shangguan, how about I keep the guests company and take them for a stroll around the Northwest Street of the East Market and the Lone Willow Tree in the West Market?"

Dou Fengjie glared at Cheng Chumo.

You're full of bad ideas, are those two places suitable for visiting?

What if Che Kun Chi-ting gets scared and wets himself?

Bei Menshuang, baring his rat-like teeth, interjected, "Manager Cheng, Pingkangfang North Lane or Furong Garden Qujiang Pool would be more suitable."

Cheng Chumo pursed his lips, his interest waning: "Don't you know I'm not suited for alcohol and women?"

Bei Men Shuang quickly apologized.

He forgot that Cheng Chumo wasn't fully freed from his shackles until October.

Cheng Chumo took Che Kunchiding to visit the execution ground, which was a rare form of entertainment. Although this entertainment was rather frivolous, it suited the personalities of the Cheng father and son.

Che Kunchiding's face grew even more distressed.

This wasn't his first time in Chang'an. He knew exactly what the Northwest Street in the East Market and the Lone Willow in the West Market were for. Cheng Chumo, that coward, was just trying to scare him!

Dou Fengjie was already difficult to deal with, and now there's another reckless Cheng Chumo to contend with!

One was a Duke, and the other was the Duke's adopted son.

Old Che Kun's life is so miserable.

The only good news is that Che Kunchiding's family had already quietly moved to Da Momen City and entrusted Murong Xiaojun to take care of them.

Although he and Murong Xiaojun were at odds when they were in Tuyuhun, he now has no choice but to ask him for help, which is truly ironic.

"Shangguan, that Judge Yang..."

Che Kun scolded Ding, but hesitated to speak.

The men of Murong Shun, the Prince of Da Ning, always felt like they were being watched closely by his side.

Che Kunchi Ding had no idea when Yang Shen would betray him.

"It's okay, we'll separate him in a couple of days."

Dou Fengjie waved his hand dismissively.

Besides urgent dispatches, there were also secret memorials sent to the emperor.

The supervising officer Xu Yushi secretly reported that Hou Junji had launched a surprise attack on Fusi City. The Khan of the Busabo, Murong Fuyun, returned to his old ways and became a runaway athlete again, defending his championship title.

In Fusi City, Murong Shun, the Prince of Daning, who was unable to escape in time, and his son Murong Nuohebo became prisoners of Hou Junji.

Hou Junji erected a stone tablet in Fusicheng to commemorate his achievements, fully demonstrating his high spirits.

Fortunately, the right to distribute the spoils of war belonged directly to Xu Yushi, and Hou Junji had no say in it, which saved him trouble.

When Murong Shun arrives in Chang'an, Yang Shen will inevitably return to his command.

This secret was told to Dou Fengjie by Liu Shan alone.

Surprise, not unexpected?

When the army returns victorious, that will be the day when Che Kun Chi Ding goes to Shudun City to establish himself as emperor.

During this time, Che Kun Chi Ding can eat and drink whatever he wants.

"Manager Cheng, take Da Si Li Fa out for a good time, let him try all kinds of food, from rice cakes to steamed rice cakes."

Dou Fengjie made the decision.

Cheng Chumo's face fell. Even during his period of abstinence from alcohol, it would have been better to use public funds to eat beef, mutton, pork belly, or black-boned chicken. What's the point of snacks like hutiao and zenggao?

Surely you can't just fabricate a story about a shoddy worker reporting a false account of six thousand coins?

That damn classmate, you're so stingy!

Dou Fengjie whispered a few words, and Cheng Chumo immediately beamed with joy.

It turns out that the savings could be used by the registrar to improve the official kitchen of the Court of State Ceremonial!