Watching the two girls in the field writhing up and down, and the sound of fighting could be heard endlessly, Feng Yong sighed: "There are so many tiger girls!"
Zhao Guang nodded in agreement and said: "In the past, the late emperor also expressed this emotion. He told the prime minister that most of the generals he hated would be followed by tiger girls. If they are tiger sons, there is no need to worry about having no successors."
Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang and found that he was very serious when he said this. He didn't look like he was joking. He thought about it and said, "Do you really think so?"
"What's wrong with this? Didn't my brother just say that there are so many tiger girls?"
Sure enough, a simple life is happier!
Feng Yong thought to himself, Liu Bei obviously said that men like you, second-generation officials, can't compare to women, so you really let him down. You obviously praise women, but you really hate men, but you still look like you are proud of them.
The appearance is really... alas!
Why do your adults always dislike you? I think I already know the reason.
However, this legend about Liu Daer's vicious eyes seems to be true. He actually saw the hidden worries of the Shu Han during his lifetime, that is, there is no successor. But what's the use? Knowing that there is no successor, why not?
He would be willing to lose all his family wealth, which would make his honest son fearful every day when he first became emperor.
The second generation failed to live up to expectations, and you didn’t dare to delegate power to local families that could provide you with talents. So, after all the calculations, you had to use foreign generals. However, it’s not like you can use foreign generals just by hand. It depends on the old man.
God doesn't give him face. If there is Wang Ping, God will give him face. If there is Jiang Wei, God will probably make an exception because God sees that the big man was once his own son.
As for the old demon Zhuge, taking care of all the big and small things and not giving newcomers a chance to come forward - damn, after the old demon Zhuge died, he still left a few people to support Liu Chan. By the time the people he left behind were almost dead, there were still no more people after decades.
Seeing any talented person come to the fore, a bunch of villains dance happily, but in the end they have to rely on their direct disciples to support them hard?
Ten years of gatherings, ten years of lessons.
Zhuge Laoyao gathered in Nanzhong for two years, reorganized and started the Northern Expedition in three years.
You haven't been able to train a slightly outstanding person in thirty years, and then you blame him for being too awesome during his lifetime?
Could it be that Old Demon Zhuge has been put into a coffin and buried in the earth for decades, and he can still exude terrifying spiritual power to suppress the talents of Shu, preventing them from getting ahead? Do you think it is fantasy?
To put it bluntly, the next generation is still not effective - but the ones that are effective are short-lived.
If you don’t have a talent, then train someone who can. But the intellectual resources are not in your own hands, they are all in the aristocratic family. Who can you blame? There is no political talent internally, and they only focus on health care. Externally, they do not care about the national strength, and they frequently use troops, but they have the power.
Adou is a good old man, and just trying to make peace ended up being a mess.
The superstructure is failing, and the economic base is unwilling to support it. Its collapse is the inevitable choice of history. The reason why Ma Dabeard's theory can become a world-wide theory is not just because of his facial hair. People have been studying it for decades.
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"Brother, it's very windy here. Let's leave here first and go over there to avoid the limelight, right?"
Feng Yong was sighing with emotion when Zhao Guang opened his mouth and pointed to the entrance to the horse track on the city wall.
"Then what should they do?" Feng Yong pointed at the two girls who were struggling in surprise.
Zhao Guang looked nonchalant: "What else can I do? When the two sisters are tired, they will stop naturally. Before they stop by themselves, I don't dare to step forward to dissuade them. After all, with my skills like this,
Stepping forward to dissuade someone is no different from risking death."
It’s a very hard job for you as a younger brother!
Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang with pity, remembering how he was beaten by Guan Ji a few days ago until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
You can't beat this sister, you can't beat that sister, and you won't dare to be presumptuous when another sister becomes the queen. Looking at her weird face, she probably won't be a fuel-efficient lamp when she grows up -
Sometimes even a little girl can fool you around.
Alas, the picture is so beautiful that I can’t even imagine it.
"They used to do this often?"
Feng Yong and Zhao Guang huddled at the entrance of the horse track, poking their heads out to take a look from time to time.
Zhao Guang listened and nodded: "This is often the case. Every year when Sister Huang returns to Jincheng to pay homage to General Huang, she will go to Sister Guan to have a discussion."
Is this a competition? Are you sure this isn't a desperate effort?
Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang with strange eyes, thinking that the discussion in your mouth was really beyond my expectation, and asked: "How long do we have to wait?"
Zhao Guang looked helpless: "I can't say for sure. Sometimes it takes an hour or two, sometimes even a day."
"One day? No food, no drink? Just fighting?"
Feng Yong was really frightened this time, thinking that even if they had martial arts skills, they were different, they were a group of powerful ones.
"How can there be such a fierce general in this world?" Zhao Guang said with a smile, "In the past, my master held His Majesty in his arms and broke through the siege. He also had to escape from Cao Cao's thieves from time to time and rest for a while to regain his strength. What about the two sisters? That time it was because they were tired from beating.
They rested again, rested, and then beat again. This lasted a day. If my aunt hadn't taken action, I would have lit a torch and continued. However, after that incident, the two sisters were unable to get out of bed for three days. From then on, the two of them could not get out of bed again.
There’s no way to act like that.”
Feng Yong breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, this makes sense! Otherwise, what would happen to someone with martial arts skills?
At this time, the wretched Feng Tuchel suddenly had an idea. Huang Yueying was a martial artist, but Zhuge Yao was a scholar. If the difference in physical strength was really that huge, between the couple... Hehe, I'm afraid it's not a big deal.
Humanity!
Seeing his brother suddenly showing an indescribable smile, Zhao Guang felt a little guilty and asked, "What did you think of again?"
"Nothing. I'm just thinking about why in Sichuan, God loves women but doesn't look at men differently." Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang.
Zhao Erha's IQ suddenly went up, his face turned a little red, and he argued hastily: "My brother is also a young hero, how can he be humble?"
I'm saying you're too weak. What does it have to do with whether I'm a boy hero or not? Besides, I'm a shitty boy hero! Just look at the two tiger girls over there, which one is not more heroic than me?
Seeing the contempt in Feng Yong's eyes, Zhao Guang came over and said mysteriously: "Brother, don't look down on me like this. In fact, there is a reason why Sichuan has so many female heroes."
"What do you say?" Feng Yong asked strangely, thinking that you are a weakling, is there any reason?
Zhao Guang glanced around.
"If you want to say it, say it quickly. There are soldiers guarding us here, so why are there others?"
"Brother, do you know my third uncle Zhuge?"
"Which third uncle?"
Feng Yong was stunned, thinking that I am quite familiar with this third uncle's name, but his name is not Zhuge's Third Uncle, his name is Nanpai's Third Uncle.
"He is the prime minister's younger brother. I usually call him Third Uncle."
"One dragon, one tiger, one..." Feng Yong almost bit off his tongue before he stopped himself from saying the word "dog".