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He stood up, pushed open the door, and went out.

I went outside and stretched to loosen up my muscles.

The moonlight in the courtyard was cold and clear, shining on the blue brick ground with a silvery sheen.

The lights in several rooms were off, and it was quiet except for the chirping of insects coming from the grass in the corner.

There are so many things to do, it's really troublesome.

After thinking for a moment, he turned around and walked to Mu Wanqing's door, then knocked twice.

Soft footsteps came from inside. The door opened a crack, and Mu Wanqing stood behind it, wearing a plain nightgown. Her veil had been removed, revealing a delicate face.

Upon seeing it was him, she softly called out, "Young Master."

Wu Feng stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

He went to Mu Wanqing's room and talked with her for more than an hour.

More than an hour later, Wu Feng sat up from the bed, bent down to pick up his clothes from the ground and put them on.

Mu Wanqing lay on her side next to me, the blanket pulled up to her shoulder, her eyes closed, her breathing even, and her face still flushed.

He came out of the room, dressed, and returned to his own room.

Close the door and sit cross-legged on the bed. Take a deep breath and close your eyes.

With a slight thought, the Nine Yang True Qi in his dantian surged and flowed slowly along his meridians.

He began practicing the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

[Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +336]

One week, two weeks, three weeks.

The true energy washed over the meridians again and again, becoming increasingly solid.

The moonlight outside the window moved slowly, the chirping of insects gradually subsided, and the night grew deeper and deeper, then gradually became lighter again.

They continued cultivating until Chenshi (7-9 AM), when the sky was already bright. The morning light streamed in through the window, casting streaks of light and shadow on the ground.

Wu Feng slowly finished his practice, opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

He let out a long breath, got up from the bed, and moved his wrists, his knuckles cracking a few times.

Footsteps sounded outside, and a servant stopped at the door, bowed and said, "Your Excellency, Chief Mu, Registrar Zhang, and Chief Han are waiting in the front hall."

Upon hearing the butler's report, Mu Lingyun, Zhang Heng, and Han Yufeng came to the front hall to wait.

Wu Feng nodded and said, "Understood," and the servant bowed and withdrew.

He pushed open the door and went out, asking the housekeeper to prepare breakfast and bring it to the courtyard.

The butler nodded quickly and went to the kitchen to give the instructions.

Wu Feng turned around, walked through the short corridor, crossed the front yard, and headed towards the front hall.

The door to the front hall was open.

Mu Lingyun, dressed in a dark blue outfit, stood on the left side of the long table. When he saw Wu Feng enter, he clasped his hands in a salute and said, "Your Excellency, Governor."

Zhang Heng stood on the right, bowing respectfully: "Your Excellency, Governor."

Dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit with a red belt around her waist, Han Yufeng stood in the middle, clasped her hands in a salute, and said, "Your Excellency, I have made all the arrangements. I sent three people into the city last night, and they are currently hiding in Yong'an County, ready to provide support at any time."

Wu Feng nodded, walked to the main seat and sat down, his gaze sweeping over the three faces.

Wu Feng nodded and looked at Zhang Heng.

"While I'm away, you'll be in charge of Yingzhou City's internal affairs. Keep an eye on the money, food, supplies, and personnel allocation. Don't let anything go wrong."

Zhang Heng quickly bowed, his face showing a hint of solemnity: "Your Excellency, rest assured, I will do my utmost to manage the affairs of the city well. I will keep an eye on Zhao Wenyuan, Zhao Wenbo, and Li Wenqing, and I will not let them slack off."

Wu Feng hummed in agreement, then looked at Mu Lingyun and Han Yufeng.

"Mu Lingyun, Han Yufeng."

The two men stepped forward simultaneously, clasped their hands in a fist salute, and said, "Present!"

"Go and assemble the troops, prepare to depart. Mu Lingyun will lead a thousand veterans, and Han Yufeng will lead your men. Meet at the city gate in 25 minutes."

Mu Lingyun nodded decisively: "Yes, Your Excellency."

Han Yufeng nodded in agreement: "I'll go right away."

The two turned and walked out of the front hall, their steps quick but steady. Mu Lingyun walked in front, and Han Yufeng followed behind. Their footsteps gradually faded into the distance in the corridor.

The front hall fell silent, leaving only Wu Feng and Zhang Heng.

Wu Feng leaned back in his chair and glanced at Zhang Heng: "Is there anything else?"

Zhang Heng bowed slightly, took two steps forward, pulled a piece of paper from his sleeve, and handed it over with both hands. He looked a little cautious, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, indicating that he was in a good mood.

"Your Excellency, yesterday I took Li Wenyuan to visit several scholars and military men in and around the city. A few are still observing, but three are willing to serve. Here is the list, please take a look."

Wu Feng took the paper and glanced at it.

The paper had three names written on it, followed by brief introductions—

Liu Wenzhao was a scholar who was skilled in managing finances and taxes. He once served as a county magistrate in another prefecture, but resigned and returned to his hometown after offending his superior. He is now living in seclusion in Liu Family Village outside Yingzhou City.

Chen Zi'ang was a scholar who was skilled in writing and law. He once served as a registrar in the government office, but resigned due to old age. He now runs a private school in the city.

Zhou Tieshan is a martial artist, a second-rate martial artist. He wields a pair of iron maces and once served as a captain in the army. He resigned and returned to his hometown due to dissatisfaction with his superiors withholding his military pay. Now he runs a martial arts school in the city.

Wu Feng nodded after reading it.

There were three people: two scholars and one martial artist.

Liu Wenzhao had served as a county magistrate, in charge of money, grain, and taxes, which would come in handy.

With the city's population growing and money and supplies flowing in and out frequently, having someone knowledgeable to help manage things can significantly reduce the burden.

Chen Zi'ang served as a registrar and was skilled in documents and law, so this can also be used.

There's a shortage of clerks in the city right now, and Zhou Shuwen can't handle it all by himself.

Zhou Tieshan is a second-rate martial artist who has served as a captain in the army. He is skilled in training soldiers and fighting, which is exactly what is needed.

Although there are quite a few military officers in the city, few can lead troops. Each additional second-rate warrior will increase the city's defensive strength.

"Not bad." Wu Feng placed the list on the table, looked at Zhang Heng, and said, "Go and bring the people over so I can take a look."

Zhang Heng bowed immediately: "Yes, Your Excellency. I will go right away, please wait a moment."

After saying that, he turned and strode out of the front hall. His steps were light, and his boots made a rapid sound on the blue brick floor. He soon disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Wu Feng leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest twice.

Before I could finish drinking a cup of tea, I heard footsteps in the corridor; there was more than one person.

Wu Feng opened his eyes and looked towards the doorway.

Zhang Heng entered first, bowing as he stood to one side.

Three people followed behind him.

Leading the way was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a slightly worn blue long gown. He was slender, with a dignified face and three long wisps of beard. He held a folding fan in his hand and looked very refined.

The second one was older, around fifty years old, with gray hair, wearing a gray cloth dress, slightly hunched over, but with clear eyes and a steady gait.

The third was a burly man, about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, with a strong build and broad shoulders. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and the muscles on his arms made the sleeves bulge. He wasn't carrying anything in his hands, but he had two iron maces tucked behind his waist. The maces were black and looked quite heavy.

The three people entered the front hall and stood next to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng turned to the first person and introduced him, "Your Excellency, this is Mr. Liu Wenzhao."

Liu Wenzhao stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and spoke in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, carrying a scholarly air: "I am Liu Wenzhao, greetings to Your Excellency the Prefect."

Zhang Heng then pointed to the second person: "This is Mr. Chen Zi'ang."

Chen Zi'ang stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said in a clear but aged voice, "This old man is Chen Zi'ang, and greets Your Excellency the Prefect."

Zhang Heng pointed to the third person: "This is Zhou Tieshan."

Zhou Tieshan stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said in a rough voice, "Zhou Tieshan greets Your Excellency the Prefect."

After the three people finished their greetings, they stood there, waiting for Wu Feng to speak.