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

Li Tai, the Grand Commander of Yangzhou, General of the Left Guard, and Prince of Yue, dressed in casual clothes, swayed as he entered Dou Fengjie's residence, fanning himself with a round fan.

"My uncle got promoted again! Congratulations!"

After Li Tai left, Jiang Yaqing, the secretary of the army, led a group of people to present him with a bronze mirror from Yangzhou, a genuine lacquerware from Xiangzhou, and porcelain from Luozhou.

Although the gifts were few, they suited Dou Fengjie's taste perfectly, or rather, they aligned with the values ​​of the Weihuo system.

"I heard this thing was cast on a boat in the middle of the river in Yangzhou? Hmm, do the people of Yangzhou have some peculiar hobby of casting bronze mirrors on swaying boats?"

Dou Fengjie looked at himself in the bronze mirror.

While it may not be as clear as a glass mirror, at least this thing won't easily shatter into pieces.

Clearly, Li Tai was serious and wasn't trying to fool them with those silk fabrics.

"Uncle doesn't know, it was written wrong on purpose. It should have been Jiangxinzhou, just to cover it up."

Li Tai laughed heartily.

Dou Fengjie's tea ceremony skills have made great progress, and even Li Tai enjoys it very much.

Li Tai patted his slightly protruding belly: "Hey, you've gotten fatter again. Uncle, just let my family know when the tea runs out."

Dou Fengjie handed another porcelain bottle to Li Tai, containing ten more pills of acetaminophen.

Hearing the music, one can understand the underlying meaning; Li Tai's visit is most likely for Xi Simin.

Dou Fengjie touched Li Tai's cool palm, his brow furrowing slightly: "Does Your Majesty suffer from cold limbs and frequent urination at night?"

Li Tai's smile faded: "Uncle, you are truly a master of medicine. I do indeed suffer from kidney deficiency."

Despite his obvious kidney deficiency, he broke his vows early on, and his wife became pregnant. His marriage alliance with the Wang family of Taiyuan was also in full swing.

Being a prince isn't so easy!

"It's not easy to cure completely, but recuperation is possible. However, a skilled doctor is needed to diagnose whether it's kidney yin deficiency or kidney yang deficiency."

"Using the wrong medication may cause symptoms such as fever, diarrhea, or increased sensitivity to cold."

Dou Fengjie frowned.

In return for the kindness shown to him by the King of Yue, Dou Fengjie naturally had to reciprocate in kind.

"Uncle, don't worry. This was diagnosed by the physician Song Xia. It can't be wrong."

Li Tai replied with a cheerful laugh.

Oh, that's good.

Hmm, something seems off?

The renowned physician Song Xia was the Crown Prince's Imperial Pharmacy Attendant, a subordinate official of the Eastern Palace, right?

"Okay, then take one pill a day and see if there are any adverse reactions. If not, stop taking the medicine immediately."

Dou Fengjie tossed a wooden box of Yougui Pills to Li Tai, not bothering to investigate the relationship between Li Tai and Song Xia.

Look at Li Chengqian's Eastern Palace, it's truly leaky on all sides, and I'm afraid there are very few people he can trust.

Li Tai smiled and asked, "Uncle, are you interested in Father's calligraphy copybook?"

Dou Fengjie was taken aback for a moment: "I am interested in the emperor's handwritten letters, but I have no interest whatsoever in the calligraphy he has collected."

The reason for such a big difference is that Li Shimin made a big joke.

He loved collecting calligraphy copies of Wang Xizhi from his officials, but he lacked the ability to distinguish the genuine from the fake, so he ended up with a large collection of forgeries.

This was like the emperor's new clothes; everyone was holding back their laughter and watching the spectacle until Chu Suiliang couldn't stand it anymore and exposed the truth.

Dou Fengjie had no interest in being that naive kid who spoke the truth. All he needed was for Li Shimin to write a few lines in the Feibai style and stamp it with the Lianzhu seal, and he could exchange them for goods in the Weihuo system.

Although Li Shimin's calligraphy was not among the best of his time, it was the emperor's handwriting, and the official currency system recognized its value.

As for the calligraphy copybooks by Wang Xianzhi that Li Shimin disliked, Dou Fengjie had nowhere to obtain them.

When the ruler has a certain preference, those below will follow suit. As a result, the Feibai style has become the most popular font today. From officials to students, most people can write a few strokes of Feibai.

Li Tai's handwriting is actually not bad, but unfortunately the sham system doesn't recognize it, otherwise Dou Fengneng could have used him as free labor.

Li Tai asked hopefully, "Uncle, will you be able to attend my wedding?"

"The gift will arrive," Dou Fengjie replied with a smile.

You can give any kind of gift, whether it's a formal or informal one, but it's best to skip it when attending a wedding.

In terms of status, even if Dou Fengjie were to go, he would only be seated in a corner.

Moreover, Dou Fengjie did not want to take sides too early.

With Li Tai's frail health, it's a miracle he's lived to fifty. What's the point of vying for the throne?

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After Li Tai left, Dou Shang squinted and stared at him for a long time before sighing softly, "Young master has sharp eyes."

He could also vaguely sense that Li Tai had a serious health problem and was not worth Dou Fengjie's heavy investment in following him.

Moreover, Dou Fengjie's future is bright, and he has no need to seek merit by choosing sides.

A knock came at the door, and Tang Shanzhan, her face flushed, brought in a bowl of homemade dry soup noodles.

"My lord, these are soup dumplings made by my parents. They're nothing but a small token of their affection."

The soup noodles weren't very white; they even had a slightly yellowish tint, which is the true color of additive-free noodles.

"My lord, these soup dumplings are just like the ones my mother makes!"

Dou happy laughed heartily, his eyes filled with craving.

"Please thank Fangzheng for me. This soup dumpling is just right; we'll have it today."

Dou Fengjie took the soup cake and invited Tangshan Zhan to sit down.

Tang Shanzhan saw that Dou Fengjie did not mind the simple things, and his smile became natural, and his conversation became more witty.

"My lord, you may not know, but the chivalrous knight-errant Daxi Xiao, who used to hang out with me, has infiltrated the Unity Army..."

"Because of Wei Shishi, I and several other young men from the neighborhood fought two matches against the Wei family's sons."

Dou Fengjie sipped his tea with a smile, quietly listening to Tangshan Zhan's boasting.

There must have been some conflict, but as for a real fight, just look at Tangshan Zhan's body; it doesn't seem like a real one.

When Tang Shanzhan ran out of words, Dou Fengjie slowly spoke up: "Please ask the head of the neighborhood to help identify the nine extra servant positions."

Tang Shanzhan's face immediately turned red.

He hesitated for a long time, too embarrassed to say it aloud, but Dou Fengjie already understood his purpose.

A sixth-rank official in the capital had twelve servants. Apart from Dou Shang, Dou happy, and Tang Shanzhan, the nine vacancies were coveted by Tang Bugu, the head of Longzhengfang.

There are twelve people of the sixth rank, eight people of the seventh rank, and three people of the eighth rank, but these cannot be accumulated; only the highest level of treatment can be given.

Besides looking after his relatives and friends, Tang Bugu also wanted to find a way out for young people in the neighborhood who had no proper jobs but were of decent character.

After all, with fewer idlers, Longzhengfang will be more harmonious and easier to manage.

"Amitabha!"

Daozhen, wearing a monastic hat and plain robes, unexpectedly stood in front of the gate, carrying a food box in his hand.

"This humble monk previously lost his temper and broke the precept against anger, but now he has realized his mistake and asks for your forgiveness."

"This is vegetarian chicken made in-house at the temple. Please enjoy it."

Daozhen's sincere attitude stemmed from the fact that the Honglu Temple had not conducted a preliminary review by the Venerable Kata.

Of course, he ultimately failed at the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Sacrifices, but it had nothing to do with Dou Fengjie.

After careful consideration, Daozhen decided to let bygones be bygones and stop arguing with Dou Fengjie.

After all, Dou Fengjie couldn't be blamed for Dayu's death.

Moreover, the fact that Daozhen passed the preliminary round while Farin was eliminated has already made Daozhen famous.

Dou sniffed the food a few times to make sure there were no harmful substances added before taking the food box.

Ah Lu rolled his tongue over and immediately ate a big bite of vegetarian chicken, beaming with joy.

Dao Zhen's nameless anger flared up again.

Damn it, Fahai Temple will never forgive donkeys!