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The Peculiar War God of the Song Dynasty
Outside, it was already dark, and it was getting late. Upon reaching the place to tie up the horse, he rode the Black Horse back.
Qin Feng intended to invite Liu Xian to dinner at his residence to thank him for his help, extending a warm invitation.
However, Liu Xian surprisingly had some personal matters to attend to and could not go to his elder brother's house for dinner, promising to visit another time.
After bidding farewell, he rode off in that direction, which happened to be towards the Pleasure House, with a smirk on his face, seemingly drooling.
Qin Feng could only smile and agree; this guy was indeed quite lecherous.
Upon returning home, both Primary Wives were already waiting for him at the table. The table was filled with delicious dishes, all appealing in color, aroma, and taste, making one feel hungry just by looking at them.
There were not only enticing vegetarian dishes but also very tasty meat dishes like roasted chicken, roasted goose, and roasted duck.
Accompanied by his two stunning wives, he began to eat heartily; it truly felt delicious and brought a strong sense of home—simply wonderful.
After finishing the meal, Primary Wife Xi Yue had not touched him for quite some time and needed to go to her room to sleep.
Following the prescriptions from his younger sisters, he had taken quite a bit of medicine, which had caused some changes in his body. He felt stronger and more robust; it seemed to be having an effect.
Perhaps he had already changed his body enough to bear children; he needed to produce an heir, preferably a son.
Qin Feng smiled in agreement; she was his Primary Wife, so of course, their first son should be born from her. However, it would be even better if it were a daughter who looked just like her.
His wife Xiao Xiao had a slight blush on her face, seemingly jealous as she watched her husband go off with her sister, feeling somewhat reluctant.
After entering the room, the two of them eagerly took off their clothes. They were an old couple, having been married for several years.
They lay down on the bed, embracing each other tenderly for a while before falling asleep.
Qin Feng felt extremely comfortable. Not only was his Primary Wife stunningly beautiful, but her figure was also very voluptuous, giving off an exquisite mature woman vibe. That feeling was truly delightful.
If it weren't for their exhaustion, he would have wanted to continue for a while longer, but they fell asleep instead.
Xi Yue's fair face was flushed with a rosy hue, feeling both tired and comfortable. It had been a long time since she had experienced such pleasure.
Ever since her Husband had suffered from a serious illness, he seemed to have transformed into a different person. Gone was his refined demeanor; he had become stronger and more domineering, with considerable strength that nearly overwhelmed her.
She hoped that tonight would be different; they had been entwined for a long time and were utterly exhausted.
The next morning, Qin Feng and his Primary Wife Xi Yue were still nestled under the covers, fast asleep.
Suddenly, a series of loud knocks echoed at the door, growing increasingly louder and causing the door to tremble.
Qin Feng opened his eyes and looked towards the door, realizing it was already bright outside. He had to go to work.
Xi Yue also opened her enchanting eyes. Her flawless oval face and snow-white skin made her look like a beautiful jade figure.
Qin Feng felt a bit flustered; how could someone dare to knock so loudly? He exclaimed, "Who is it outside? Why are you knocking so violently? Can't you let people sleep in the morning?"
Xi Yue, however, just smiled charmingly.
A familiar male voice came through, it was his butler, Afu.
"Master, it's your butler Afu! I'm knocking urgently because Lord Zhang Bangchang has arrived and has important matters to discuss."
Qin Feng was startled; Zhang Bangchang had come to his residence. Wasn't he supposed to be in Taiyuan?
He must have returned to Tokyo City; that cunning man wouldn't just wait around to die, especially with the Jin Army advancing there.
Thinking about various things related to Zhang Bangchang, he climbed out of bed.
"Let him wait in the room, Afu. I'll be there shortly. Remember to serve good tea; after all, he is a guest."
Afu outside naturally heard this and knew that the master and mistress had been busy last night, so he had knocked hard on the door.
"Understood, Master. I'll notify Lord Zhang right away. The tea has already been served; it's good tea."
Qin Feng felt that Afu was indeed a good butler; he managed the household affairs well, which made things easier for him.
He quickly got dressed, reluctant to leave his Primary Wife, Xi Yue.
Soon, he arrived at the reception room where Zhang Bangchang was seated, wearing a deep green long robe, his face glowing with health.
He looked in excellent condition, no longer appearing weak as before.
Having stayed in Taiyuan City for a while, he had taken care of his health and returned to his former state.
On the table in front of him, there were two deep black boxes, seemingly filled with treasures.
Qin Feng had a smile on his face; although he was a corrupt official, he treated himself quite well.
He said, "Zhang Chancellor, it's good to see you. It seems you have fully recovered and are as strong and spirited as before."
Zhang Bangchang quickly stood up, still laughing heartily, and approached him warmly, as if greeting a good friend.
"Brother Qin, let's drop the formalities. Just call me Brother Zhang; there's no need for such distance."
"The title of Chancellor is just a formality. They have gotten used to calling me that, but I am no longer the Chancellor; it has been taken from me by Bai Shizhong and Li Bangyan. I'm just an official now, so Brother Zhang will do just fine."
Qin Feng felt a sense of warmth; it truly felt like brotherhood. Zhang Bangchang treated him so well, surpassing many relatives.
Both of them had made up their minds not to associate with the Peace Faction. Zhang Bangchang was indeed part of the Peace Faction but had been marginalized.
Looking at his friendly demeanor, Qin Feng said, "Brother Zhang, it's great to have you back. Taiyuan is very dangerous now; what brings you here?"
Hearing himself being called "Brother," Zhang Bangchang felt respected. Unlike some opportunistic people who looked down on him now that he was no longer in power and would take advantage of his situation.
He laughed heartily and said, "Brother Qin, I actually came to thank you for helping me avoid a disaster. These two boxes are gifts for you."
He reached out to open the two boxes. One box was filled with silver, estimated to be several hundred taels, glistening white and very tempting.
The other box contained a pair of snow-white Qilin jade pieces, looking flawless and without any blemishes; they were definitely high-quality jade and exquisitely crafted.
Qin Feng saw so much Silver and a pair of high-quality jade, which made him feel greedy; these were truly valuable items.
Since it was a gift for himself, but he had never helped him avert a disaster, when had he ever done that?
Could it be that he wanted him to do something? There must be risks involved in giving him these things.
“Brother Zhang, what do you mean by this? When have I ever helped you avert a disaster? You should take these treasures back!”
Zhang Bangchang burst into laughter. What was going on with Qin Feng? He had indeed helped him avert a disaster.
He didn’t need to remind himself; it had already happened. He had pretended to be ill and stayed in Taiyuan City to avoid the emperor's severe punishment, even risking his life.
The emperor already looked down on him, considering him a remnant of Tong Guan’s faction, wanting to eliminate him but unable to find a suitable reason.
So, Qin Feng returned alone, though they were both Peace Envoys and should have returned together.
He knew well that the emperor valued Qin Feng. Although he had messed up the Negotiation, he had also achieved merit, balancing out his faults; nothing serious would happen.
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