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Lu Yifeng, 25 years old, from Dali Prefecture, Yunnan, has been engaged in business for generations. In the late Ming Dynasty, he basically monopolized the jade and medicinal business of Dali Prefecture. The business once spread throughout Yunnan Province and was rich. After the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, the Lu family business was severely damaged. A large number of stores were looted during the war and the business plummeted. Although Lu Yifeng's dead ghost father quickly transferred a large amount of property in time, he still could not accept dozens of stores.

The shop was attacked by the scattered army in turn, and some of the property that was not enough to be transferred was also extorted by local officials appointed by the Qing Dynasty. Lu's father became ill and died in the 17th year of Shunzhi in the court. Before his death, Lu's father left a prophecy to Lu Yifeng, the only son who was only sixteen years old at the time, "Don't do business, you have to be an official, and you can have a good life if you become an official! Otherwise, no matter how big the business is, it will be a fat sheep slaughtered by the officials in the end."

Not to mention, Lu Yifeng, who was spoiled since childhood, really listened to his father's words. After burying his father, he picked up the book according to his last words, studying and preparing for the exam for fame. However, Lu Yifeng's talent was too mediocre. He took the exam for three years to pass the exam for the exam for three years, and failed the exam for the scholar for five years. In the end, he was lucky to be taken out of the scrap paper by the examiner from the scrap paper and became a scholar in the imperial court. During this period, Lu Yifeng's mother unfortunately passed away, and his fiancée, who had already been engaged, also died of illness before marriage, and Lu Yifeng became a lonely star in Tiansha. However, he still

Well, the lean camel is bigger than a horse. Lu Yifeng is still very economically rich by relying on the gold, silver and jewelry he had transferred and saved by his father as soon as possible. At the same time, as his age and experience grew, Lu Yifeng gradually understood that being an official may not necessarily rely on the right path of imperial examinations, and he also understood that he was not the material for studying. Therefore, Lu Yifeng made up his mind to send 5,000 taels of silver to Wu Yingqi, the second son of King Pingxi Wu Sangui, Wu Sangui. Finally, he bought a real shortage of the magistrate of Qujing, Yunnan, and became a glorious member of the hundreds of Western Selection officials in this era!

There are unexpected changes in the world, and people have good fortune and good fortune. When Lu Yifeng brought twenty or thirty family members to Kunming City proudly from Dali Prefecture, he was about to see Wu Sangui take office to Qujing County to knock on bones and marrow and scrape the ground. In front of Kunming City, Lu Yifeng rode a horse in frightened and ran away. Lu Yifeng unfortunately fell off his horse and fell into a coma. When he woke up, Brother Lu inexplicably became Feng Xiaodi. Lu Yifeng, the Western Selection Officer in the early Qing Dynasty, also became Feng Xiang, a little angry young man in the 21st century.

After staying in the best Gaopeng Inn in Kunming City for two days, Feng Xiang, Oh, now he should be called Lu Yifeng. Xinlu Yifeng gradually got rid of the headache caused by falling off the horse, and gradually found out the memories left by Lao Lu Yifeng from his mind, mastered the various situations in Lao Lu Yifeng's home and the words and deeds of this era, and finally officially integrated into the role of Lu Yifeng. On September 12th, Xinlu Yifeng, who was determined to become the magistrate of Qujing, then talked about Xinlu Yifeng, who also took Erlang and other twenty or thirty servants to the foot of Wuhua Mountain where the Pingxi Prince's Mansion was located, preparing to follow the rules of selecting officials in the West to meet Wu Sangui first, listen to Wu Sangui's instruction, and then go to the capital to see the little squid and squids that were wrapped in braids and held up to the sky, and finally returned to Qujing, Yunnan to officially take office.

Wuhua Mountain is located in the northern suburbs of Kunming. The building on the top of the mountain was originally the Forbidden City of Emperor Yongli of the former Ming Dynasty. After Wu Sangui was vassalized in Yunnan, he took over without hesitation. After renovation and reconstruction, it became Wu Sangui's Pingxi Palace. The mountains are towering and the palace is gorgeous, which is really a beautiful place to enjoy the scenery. But unfortunately, it is not the 21st century now. You can go to Wuhua Mountain to visit by spending a little money to buy a few tickets. So after arriving at the foot of Wuhua Mountain, Feng Xiang could only dismount according to the rules and submit official documents to the generals of Wu Sangui's army guarding the mountain, requesting Wu Sangui's reception.

After waiting for nearly an hour under the scorching sun at the foot of the mountain, a messenger finally came down from Wuhua Mountain and shouted impatiently: "That is Lu Yifeng, the magistrate of Qujing, Yunnan? Come out!" Feng Xiang, who was already standing with his legs almost numb and was almost irritated by the sun, rushed forward and replied: "General, the subordinate is Lu Yifeng."

"Prince Pingxi is not available, you go back and come to see you again another day." The messenger was too lazy to even look at Feng Xiang, and waved his hand impatiently to drive away the people - there was no way, let alone Feng Xiang is just a famous magistrate who has not officially taken office. Even if Feng Xiang has really become the magistrate of Qujing, he would never have any good face here. After all, the magistrate is just a seventh-rank official who is as big as sesame and green beans. Although Feng Xiang was not in a hurry to meet the notorious traitor Wu Sangui, in order to avoid being unjust, Feng Xiang still asked humbly: "I dare to ask the general, I wonder if Prince Pingxi has ever asked Xiao to come and see him?"

"Your Majesty didn't say it, you can do it yourself!" The messenger replied angrily. Feng Xiang was not stupid, so he quickly asked Erlang to take out two taels of silver and stuff it into the messenger's hand. The messenger weighed the weight and then slowed down and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty has been uncomfortable these days, and he really didn't tell you when you will come and pay your respects tomorrow." Feng Xiang had no choice but to agree in a low voice and leave with Erlang and other servants.

In the next few days, Feng Xiang took Erlang and other servants back and forth to Wuhua Mountain several times, but unfortunately, he failed to get to Wuhua Mountain every time. When he saw the famous traitor Wu Sangui, the guards of the Pingxi Palace all gave the answer that Wu Sangui was in good health and could not meet Western election officials like Feng Xiang. At the same time, Wu Sangui's second son Wu Yingqi in Yunnan also did not show up. He hid in the Pingxi Palace every day, and didn't know what was going on. In this way, Feng Xiang, who did not want to see Wu Sangui's ugly face immediately, was inevitably a little strange. He took out a huge sum of money from ten taels of silver to bribe a guard team leader in the Pingxi Palace and asked him carefully.

"Dare you ask the general, is it so difficult for us to answer the Prince of Pingxi?" Feng Xiang asked curiously: "The officials have been here five times, but they have not been able to go to Wuhua Mountain. Is it true that every Western elected official comes here?"

Ten taels of silver in history are not as valuable as in novels, especially in the early Qing Dynasty. Ten taels of silver were basically enough for a middle-aged family for a year. For the sake of these ten taels of silver, the guard captain of the Pingxi Prince's Mansion truthfully replied: "Not that, the Prince of Pingxi is respectful to the wise and the nobles. When he usually chooses officials to come to Wuhua Mountain to seek a meeting, he can basically get the prince's reception on the same day, and at most it will only be a day or two. But you are really lucky. Recently, the prince's official business is too busy, in good health, and has a little bad temper, and refuses to meet strangers, so you have traveled so many times."

After saying that, the guard team leader pointed to the schoolyard at the foot of the mountain and said, "Did you see it? The entourage of the Yunnan-Guizhou Governor Bian Sanyuan and the Yunnan Admiral Zhang Guozhu and the entourage of General Zhang. These days, Lord Bian and General Zhang will go to Wuhua Mountain before dawn to discuss military affairs with the prince. Their entourage car drivers have to wait here until dark. There are more people a few days ago. Guizhou Governor Cao Shenji and Admiral Li Benshen have also come, but they left yesterday. The prince is so busy that he feels a little uncomfortable. How can he still have time to see you?"

Feng Xiang looked in the direction pointed by the guard team leader. Seeing that there were indeed a large number of personal soldiers and followers gathered under the shade of trees beside the school grounds, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by

"It's not the matter of the prince asking for an order to return the commander-in-chief to the government affairs officer in charge of Yunnan and Guizhou." The guard team leader did not hide it, so he told the truth: "In March this year, because of his health, the prince submitted a letter to the court to return the commander-in-chief to the government affairs officer in charge of Yunnan and Guizhou. The court approved it. Later, the governor of Yunnan and Guizhou Bian Sanyuan, Yunnan Admiral Zhang Guozhu and Guizhou Admiral Li Benshen and several other masters jointly submitted a letter, requesting the court to still allow the court to accept the commander-in-chief to take over the government affairs of Yunnan and Guizhou, but the court did not approve it. The memorial was sent back to Yunnan a few days ago, and the several adults were anxious and came to see the prince together to discuss how to take back the emperor's orders and continue to let the prince take charge of our Yunnan and Guizhou."

"Wu Sangui is crazy?" Feng Xiang was confused when he heard this and said to himself: "Wouldn't the old traitor Wu Sangui still rebel in a few years? How could he take the initiative to submit the management rights of Yunnan and Guizhou? Without the rear of Yunnan and Guizhou, how could he rebel?"

"Mr. Lu, I have to leave." Seeing that Feng Xiang didn't say anything, the guard captain yawned and said, "It's time for the guards of Wuhua Mountain to change shifts. Lord. Just wait patiently. After the prince has been busy for a while, he will definitely take time to meet you. Don't worry, the prince said that the magistrate of Qujing belongs to you, and no one can take it away."

After saying that, the guard captain said goodbye and left, Feng Xiang was dazed in the spot where he was, and the servant Erlang next to him said kindly: "Young Master Feng, it's too hot. Anyway, I will definitely not see the prince. It's better to go back and rest earlier and come to Wuhua Mountain to pay homage to the prince again."

Feng Xiang didn't speak, but was just thinking. If the Qing Dynasty had not yet established a foothold in the Central Plains at this time, it was still a chance for the Han people to expel the Tartars and restore China, and it was also the last opportunity. He was now powerless and had no power, nor had a strong backer or a deep background. If he wanted to show his strength in the Three Feudal Rebellion a few years later, it would be impossible to just go on like this. If he wanted to stand out and lay a solid foundation for his future, he had to seek wealth and honor in danger and leave a risk to leave a deep impression on Wu Sangui. Even if he didn't want to defect to this old traitor, he would at least have to make his reputation!

After thinking about this, Feng Xiang gritted his teeth, suddenly pulled Erlang's sleeve and whispered: "Erlang, I'll take people back to Gaopeng Inn first. You can bring a few literate servants to Kunming City and buy one of the imperial palace newspapers in the past few months. If you can find it, it's best to get one of the imperial palace newspapers that have been spread across the country this year."

"Di Bao? Master Feng, don't you never look at this thing? What did you buy it?" Erlang asked with a scratching head. Feng Xiang replied with a smile: "What are you doing? Of course, it's to see what kind of disease Prince Pingxi is suffering from."

The so-called diary newspaper is actually an ancient newspaper. Since the Song Dynasty, merchants have specially copied and printed this thing and sold it for profit. Xiao Erlang and his servants were not difficult to collect it at all. It was just that he had to take some time to collect all the diary newspapers this year. So it was not until the evening of that day that Xiao Erlang sent a thick stack of diary newspapers back to Gaopeng Inn. Feng Xiang had not even finished his dinner and immediately carried the diary newspapers into the room and read them at night. Seeing Feng Xiang so attentive, Erlang, who had been in the Lu family since childhood, couldn't help but sigh, "If Master Feng had worked so hard, he would not be a scholar, but he was afraid that the Jinshi Juren would have passed the exam long ago."

The next morning, Erlang and other servants were still sleeping on the bunk bed, and someone suddenly kicked open the door. Erlang struggled to sit up and looked at it, but saw his own young master Lu rushed in with red eyes. He shouted when he entered the door: "Get up all of them, pack up your things and go to Wuhua Mountain, hurry up."

"Master Feng, the genius is just dawn, don't you have to be so anxious, right?" Erlang said yawning: "I will definitely not see Prince Pingxi when I go so early. I'd better wait and go after breakfast."

"It's okay, I will definitely see King Pingxi when I go there this time." Feng Xiang said confidently: "Isn't King Pingxi sick? I'm going to treat him today."
Chapter completed!