In the Shu Han Dynasty, the will of the old demon Zhuge cannot be violated, and Feng Yong knows this very well. Some people may not know it yet, but the old demon Zhuge will quickly let them know what will happen if they violate it.
For example, Li Yan felt that he was very awesome. A few years later, he wanted to challenge Zhuge: You, Zhuge, are the chief, and I am the deputy. There is only one position difference between us when we go to court. Let me tell you something.
What about the bad words? Then Lao Zhu slapped him in the face and said, you go to herd the sheep for me! So Li Yan could only run to herd the sheep dejectedly.
Li Yan, who was also selected by Liu Bei as Tuogu Minister, couldn't resist Zhuge Lao Yao's slap, and Feng Yong had no brains to challenge Zhuge Lao Yao. So when he saw Bingshan Girl being given away, he could only
Maybe he lamented that his hazy feelings were strangled to death before they even sprouted - if a relationship experience that he didn't even say a word to others can be considered a relationship.
"Eh? Why aren't you leaving yet?" Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang beside him who had no intention of leaving, and asked curiously, "If you don't rush back before the city gate is locked, I'm afraid you will have to stay outside the city all night.
"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Guang said with a smile: "I'm afraid I'm going to disturb Dalang for the whole night tonight. Even if I rush back at this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the city in time before Luo Yao. It's better to just stay in the village for a while."
Stay."
Haha! Feng Yong laughed angrily on the spot. He looked at the sun that had not yet set, pointed at Zhao Guang and sighed: "Leave aside the title, if you become an official in the future, you will definitely be better than your elder brother.
Official."
"Dalang is so complimentary."
"You misunderstood. I wasn't praising you. I was saying that you are pretty good at telling lies. You should be much thicker-skinned than your brother."
After saying that, he ignored Zhao Guang, who had a frozen smile, and turned around to leave.
It's okay to just come and eat and drink during the day, but now it's better. After eating during the day, you can stay around and continue eating at night. After eating at night, you have to arrange a place for him to sleep.
Damn it, the more I think about it, the more I feel like I am raising a son for Zhao Yun? Should I ask him for some child support? Feng Yong was thinking as he walked.
With the current familiarity and friendship between Feng Yong and Zhao Guang, staying with him is not a problem. The problem is that you have gone through the front yard, the back yard, the inner yard and the outer yard before finally coming to me and saying that you want to sleep on the same bed with me.
What does sleep mean?
"Get out of here!" Feng Yong angrily kicked Zhao Guang, who rushed into the bedroom without knocking, "Sleep wherever you fall in love. I'm not used to sleeping with others."
Zhao Guang nimbly avoided it, but his eyes were fixed on Feng Yong's lower body.
"Hey, Da Lang, these obscene pants of yours are so unique, can you let me have a look?"
Damn it! Feng Yong almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
On this hot day, of course I want to sleep as cool as possible at night! So a few days ago, I drew a pair of big pants and gave them to Yaomei. I originally wanted her to guide the only maid in the house according to the drawing to help me make some.
I didn’t expect that Yaomei could not read quickly, but she was pretty good at being a female celebrity. She actually made it by herself at such a young age.
Feng Yong was surprised by this for a long time, and told the housekeeper about it. Unexpectedly, the housekeeper looked calm: "Yao Mei is the Lord's personal maid, and Yaomei is responsible for the Lord's food, clothing, and daily life."
What I mean is, Lord, don’t act like a country bumpkin. This is a basic operation, so don’t be surprised.
"Big pants, these are cool to wear when sleeping in summer, you don't understand."
"I want to cool down too."
Then go run naked!
I had no choice but to find one I hadn't worn and throw it to him.
Zhao Guang held up his big pants and looked at it carefully, and said in surprise: "It's a novelty to be able to do it."
"Okay, I've given you the things. Now you quickly find a room to sleep in. Remember, you can't go to the one on the right next door. That's Yaomei's wing."
Zhao Guang looked disappointed: "Why is Dalang so unkind?"
"You have something to talk about. If you don't sleep, I will still sleep. I'm not blind or deaf. Why do you have to come to me so late to tell me something?" Feng Yong squinted.
Zhao Guang behaved a little abnormally today. Feng Yong was not a fool. He might not have reacted at first, but now he saw that this guy ran around Feng's house and finally ran to his room. He suddenly understood.
, this guy has something to say to himself!
Zhao Guang scratched his head and felt a little embarrassed: "Am I so obvious?"
"Obviously." Feng Yong nodded, "Sit down and tell the long story, and speak the short story as soon as possible. I want to rest early."
Zhao Guang was a little nervous and found a chair nearby to sit down, and twisted his body: "This chair in Dalang's house is quite comfortable to sit on. Can you make a few of them for me? My waist and legs are not good. I have been sitting on my knees for a long time.
Very tired."
There were no chairs in the Three Kingdoms. Feng Yong specifically asked Ding Er's family from the village to make this chair. The workmanship was pretty good.
"Old General Zhao is already old. Sitting and kneeling for a long time is indeed bad for your health. But you won't come to me to talk about this at night, right?"
Zhao Guang looked away, not daring to look at Feng Yong, and said with a hint of embarrassment: "Dalang, if I say that I had an ulterior motive for getting close to you from the beginning, would you believe it?"
What is close and not close? That’s disgusting!
"Believe it, why don't you believe it?" Feng Yong nodded, "You approached me, you must have been instigated by others, right?"
"Yes." Zhao Guang turned his head and glanced at Feng Yong, then nodded bitterly, "But do you know who Da Lang is?"
"Tsk!" Feng Yong sneered, "You don't need to tell me, I can guess it. Is it Mr. Zhuge... ahem, Prime Minister?"
"Ah? Why did you think he was the prime minister?" After a pause, Zhao Guang smiled bitterly, "How should we start talking about this?"
"Although you used to come to my house often, you didn't come every day. But after I met the Prime Minister, you came to my house all day long to hang out. You asked everyone who could be asked in the village, right?
Did you ask for anything?"
Zhao Guang stood up with a face of shame and held his hands in apology. He really didn't expect that his actions these days would be seen by his master.
"Whatever the Prime Minister wants to know, just ask me face to face. If you can tell me, I will tell you everything."
Are there any secrets in Fengzhuang? For outsiders, there may be. For example, the housekeeper regards the Zhu Ji Weng technique as more important than his own life. For the sake of it, the housekeeper can even ignore Feng Yongpi.
You have to take care of your own face.
For example, the children in the village are taught to read and write, and the awareness of lining up is also instilled in the children. This makes people have to wonder whether the mountain gate behind Feng Yong reappeared in the world to absorb new blood, or to prepare for certain actions in the future?
But none of this is a secret to Feng Yong, because the biggest secret is himself.
Zhao Guang felt that he was ashamed, "I actually don't know what the Prime Minister wants to know. He just asked me to tell him in detail what I saw and heard every day."
I understand, Zhuge Lao Yao seems to have a strong desire for control! Just look at history and you will know that he personally handles all matters, big or small, and no one has this idea of having everything in his hands.
