Self-struggle starting from Douluo

"Who is Feng Fu?"

Bai Jingting opened his mouth, frowning, his eyes a little dazed, thinking: "I remember this name... Feng Fu... Feng Fu..."

After a while, Bai Jingting finally remembered and said, "Oh, right, it was the guard Feng Fu who took the knife for me and almost died in the Battle of Bingcheng? I said that he was able to survive thanks to the word "Fu" in his name, so I called him Feng Fuqi."

Steward Lin said quickly, "He said he represented the people of the manor and wanted to see the master."

Miss Bai shook her head and said, "Go tell him that Grandpa is not feeling well and is not fit to see anyone..."

"and many more!"

Bai Jingting said: "The people in the village are all retired soldiers who were brought back by me to settle down. It's rare that they are willing to meet me."

Miss Bai said worriedly: "But Grandpa, your health..."

Bai Jingting sighed and said, "I look at the sword by lamplight while drunk, and dream of blowing the horn in the camp...Grandpa misses his brothers!"

Miss Bai was silent for a moment, then said, "Butler Lin, please bring him over."

"Yes."

After Butler Lin left, Miss Bai saw Bai Jingting looking thoughtful and asked, "What is Grandpa thinking about?"

Bai Jingting said: "I just heard a poem about the battlefield, and then my brother who once fought on the battlefield with me came here... This coincidence is a bit familiar!"

Miss Bai was shocked: "Grandpa, is this someone plotting something? Could it be that Feng Fu is going to harm Grandpa?"

Bai Jingting thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "It's too obvious. Maybe it's just a coincidence. I've become suspicious of the sour scholar."

Miss Bai silently took a sword from the wall and stuffed it into Bai Jingting's bedding.

Bai Jingting didn't say anything either.

Not long after, Butler Lin came over with an old man.

As soon as the old man saw Bai Jingting, he knelt down and cried, "Duke, how did you become like this? The brothers only heard that the Duke was seriously ill, but they didn't expect you to be so sick..."

Bai Jingting was moved by the sincerity of the words and said, "Hurry up, Feng Fuqi, how are the brothers?"

Feng Fu wiped his tears and said, "The Duke still remembers me, Feng Fuqi. The old brothers in the village are all good, but they often miss the Duke and the days when they fought on the battlefield together."

Bai Jingting's eyes also turned red, and he said, "I want to do that too. If I can lead my old brothers on a journey again, I will be willing to die."

Feng Fu choked up and said, "My Lord, please get well soon. We brothers still have enough strength to keep up with your warhorse."

Bai Jingting sighed: "I'm so old, look at me, how can I still ride a horse!"

Feng Fu said, "God bless you, you will get better... Oh, a young man asked me to bring a letter to you."

As he said this, he took out the letter from his pocket.

Bai Jingting and Miss Bai looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Is there really someone planning this?

Feng Fu said, "This morning, several old brothers came together to load the vegetables we grew ourselves onto a cart, and I pushed the cart into the city. Not long after we entered the city, at Yuting Street, a young man came to help me push the cart..."

Feng Fu described the entire process in great detail, even recounting his conversation with the young man word for word.

After he finished speaking, Feng Fu said, "I don't think the young man has any ill intentions. In addition, he said that the Duke is waiting for this letter and is worried about it, so I agreed... Duke, do you think there is anything wrong?"

Bai Jingting pondered for a moment, his eyes suddenly sparkled, and he smiled and said, "You are already old, but you haven't forgotten those things in the military camp?"

Feng Fu patted his chest and said, "I will never forget this in my life, Duke. Feng Fuqi was born as a scout!"

Bai Jingting seemed very happy and said with a smile: "Show me the letter to see if it is the one I am waiting for."

Miss Bai stepped forward, took the letter from Feng Fu, opened it and examined it carefully before handing it to Bai Jingting.

Bai Jingting finished reading it quickly, his hands began to tremble, and he said excitedly, "It's him! It's really this sour scholar...Haha, you're just in time! Quick! Go and invite that young man in!" Seeing the Duke's reaction, Feng Fu understood immediately and said quickly, "That young man is waiting outside the Duke's Mansion, I'll go call him now."

Miss Bai said, "Butler Lin, you go with him, be careful and avoid people!"

Steward Lin accepted the order and left.

After everyone left, Miss Bai asked, "Grandpa, is this really the letter from Master Zhuang?"

Bai Jingting handed her the letter, laughed, and said, "Who else could it be except this sour scholar? I said that this layout is a little familiar, and that boy must be the student of that sour scholar!"

Miss Bai read the letter and asked in confusion, "Arranging an imperial examination status? Why would you write to Grandpa about this? Master Zhuang's other students are still in the court. Wouldn't it be more convenient to find them?"

Bai Jingting stopped laughing and frowned, "Yeah, I'm a military commander. Why would a sour scholar come to me to arrange my identity to participate in the imperial examination?"

"unless……"

Miss Bai thought about it and said, "Unless Master Zhuang doesn't want others to know about this, those people in the court have a lot of spies around them!"

Bai Jingting thought for a moment, a look of disbelief on his face.

When he looked up, he found that his granddaughter had the same expression, and the grandfather and granddaughter seemed to be thinking the same thing.

Bai Jingting swallowed his saliva and whispered, "Unless this student has inherited the true teachings of the sour scholar..."

Miss Bai refused to obey and said in disbelief, "But... Feng Fu said it was a young man..."

Bai Jingting exhaled and said, "Let's talk about it after we meet the person! Go and make arrangements, don't let anyone else know."

Miss Bai nodded, walked out quickly, and returned a moment later, already panting a little, and nodded to Bai Jingting.

Even though the seven candidates have occupied the gate of the Duke's Mansion, how could a Duke who is the guardian of the country not have any power in private?

Now this power is in the hands of Miss Bai.

……

Qinghuan was drinking tea at the tea stall opposite the corner gate. When she saw the old man coming out in a hurry and looking around, Qinghuan stood up to greet him.

When the old man saw Qinghuan, he was surprised and grabbed his wrist and was about to speak.

Qing Huan interrupted directly and said with a smile: "Go in first!"

The old man reacted and quickly pulled Qinghuan into the side door.

When the door was closed, a body fell to the ground behind it. It was an old woman with no visible injuries on her face.

The old man was surprised and asked, "What happened? She was the one who opened the door for me just now..."

Qing Huan looked around and said with a smile: "Look, there is no one around. Who do you think could make such an arrangement?"

The old man suddenly realized and stopped paying attention, leading Qinghuan away.

I really didn't meet anyone along the way and arrived at the Duke of Zhenguo's room.

In the room, Bai Jingting and Miss Bai stared at Qinghuan who came in, with shock in their eyes.

Good temperament, but... too young!
Qing Huan was also looking at the two of them. When his eyes passed by Miss Bai, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He saluted calmly and said, "I am Qing Huan. I am honored to meet the Duke of Zhenguo and Miss Bai!"

Bai Jingting stared at Qing Huan, his eyes never leaving his gaze, and said, "Feng Fuqi, you go back first. I want to talk to this young master."

Feng Fu turned around and left without saying a word.

There were only three people left in the room, but no one spoke.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet. (End of this chapter)