"Zhao Erlang, you are really an idiot! If you don't point it out, I will naturally pretend that I don't know about it. But now that you point it out like this, I'm afraid I will lose a good friend!" Feng Yong sighed.
He said, it feels good to get along with Zhao Guang. He is a second-generation official, handsome, has no temper, and has a compatible temperament. It feels a pity to lose this friend, "Why do you have to tell me this tonight?"
Something?"
"Because starting from tomorrow, I won't have to test Dalang anymore."
"Oh? Isn't that a good thing?"
"That's a good thing." Zhao Guang sighed, "Whether you believe it or not, apart from the fact that you cannot violate the orders of your elders, I really have no intention of ever feeling sorry for you. After we say goodbye tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you again."
Thank you in advance for Dalang’s hospitality these days.”
"You mean you won't visit us again from now on?"
"If you are ashamed, how can you have the face to come to the door?"
Feng Yong sighed: "This is not good. You just said that you would order some chairs for General Zhao. If you don't come, will you ask me to send them over? The last time I met General Zhao, he said to me
It seems very unpleasant, so I don’t dare to see the old general.”
"Don't you blame me, Dalang?" Zhao Guang raised his head and looked at Feng Yong in disbelief.
"What's so strange? You didn't mean any harm to me, and you didn't do anything to disgrace the Feng family. On the contrary, you helped me a lot. Those mountains behind the Feng family, if you hadn't helped me, I would have been
There is no way to include it in my name, I haven’t even thanked you for this."
"Da Lang shames me! A few barren mountains, how can I even mention them?"
"There is a treasure on that mountain," Feng Yong winked, "If you don't believe it, I will show it to you."
"Seriously? Could it be that Dalang is here to trick me just to make me feel better?"
"Hey! What did I do to you?" Feng Yongyong glanced at Zhao Guang dissatisfied, put on his clothes again, called Yaomei, and asked her to bring over a pot of strong tea.
"Isn't this just tea soup?" Zhao Guang picked up the tea bowl, looked at it, and denied it himself, "It doesn't look like it. It has no ginger, no garlic, and no meat and oil. It doesn't look like tea soup."
Who the hell puts so many things in a cup of tea? I’m not making soup.
"The tea leaves are indeed tea leaves, but the tea soup is not the tea soup that others usually drink. This tea is refined with my master's secret techniques. It is not comparable to ordinary tea soup. It is suitable for sipping slowly and slowly, and is not like drinking from a cow."
It’s not impossible to drink from cows. Feng Tibi is not an elegant person anyway. In the summer, he can make a pot of tea and put it on the table until it cools down. When he is thirsty, he pours a large bowl and drinks it all in one gulp, which can relieve the heat and relieve the heat.
, can also quench thirst.
But you can’t say that to others. How can you show off if you don’t improve your personality?
The slightly astringent tea swirled around the tongue, and then slid down the throat, followed by a faint sweetness, and the fragrance of tea lingered in the mouth.
"Wonderful!" Zhao Guang narrowed his eyes and shook his head and said, "The taste is not as deep as the tea soup, but it has a different mellow aroma. It is really wonderful!"
Holy shit! This can’t be true, right? Is this guy drinking tea for the first time? This guy is so cool!
Feng Tubiao stared blankly. Could it be said that pretending to be cool these days requires talent?
"Da Lang, you have this wonderful thing, why didn't you share it with me earlier?" Zhao Guang stretched out his hand to hold the teapot and moved it inadvertently towards him, "Why don't you eat it, Da Lang?"
Are you crazy enough to drink tea late at night? Or is it a tea that is so strong?
"I don't like tea before going to bed."
Zhao Guangda was overjoyed and took the teapot into his arms: "So, can I have this tea soup to myself tonight?"
"what ever."
"Thank you so much, Dalang." Zhao Guang got the benefit and finally stepped out and walked to the door. Then he remembered that he seemed to have something to say, so he turned to Feng Yong and reminded Feng Yong, "By the way, Dalang, I almost
I forgot something. My aunt is coming to your house tomorrow, so I hope Dalang will make preparations as soon as possible."
Feng Yong was stunned: "Who?"
"My aunt, the Prime Minister's wife..."
I have something I don’t know whether to say or not? Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang and wanted to spit MMP on his face.
So this is the main reason why you made an excuse to stay at Feng Mansion tonight, right? No wonder you walked around Feng Mansion inside and out at night.
The chief's wife also needs to be protected.
"okay, I get it."
In the end, Feng Yong nodded expressionlessly.
"Dalang is very good at cultivating qi!" Zhao Guang saw Feng Yong's expression of no surprise, praised him, turned around and went out.
"Eating more tea at night is good for your health." Feng Yong's emotionless voice sounded behind him.
"Thank you so much, Dalang."
A night of silence.
The green oilcloth ox cart was swaying along the official road. The old ox pulling the cart shook his head from time to time. When he saw the tall grass growing on the roadside, he rolled his tongue and ate it. The driver on the cart didn't go either.
Regardless of Lao Niu's inattentive attitude in pulling the cart, he only shook the rope from time to time to remind Lao Niu not to deviate from the official path. There was also a man next to the cart dressed as a warrior, but it was obvious at a glance that he was a woman disguised as a man.
The cold-faced female knight followed.
Watching all this from a distance, Feng Yong had an inexplicable idea in his mind: Maybe the Wei and Jin Dynasties in later generations were nothing more than this?
Look at Zhao Guang next to him. He has dark circles under his eyes and is yawning all the time. His handsome face has lost its former look, and he looks like a descendant who has been high on drugs for a night.
Feng Yong smiled secretly in his heart and asked: "Erlang, who is the driver?"
"Oh, that's Zhang Shao, Zhang Gaoyuan, the second son of the Zhang family."
So Zhang Bao hasn't died at this time? Remember that he and Guan Xing died in the past few years, right? Otherwise, if Zhang Shao becomes the head of the Guan family, he will definitely not be able to be a coachman. After all, as a court
If a prince works for a woman as a coachman, he is afraid that he will be sprayed to death by the officials in the court.
By the way, why does Huang Yueying like to use juniors as coach drivers?
The bullock cart stopped in front of Feng Yong and Zhao Guang. The driver jumped out of the car and raised the curtain, only to see a woman in her thirties getting out of the cart.
As soon as Feng Yong saw the person coming, his eyes suddenly straightened. Damn it! Zhuge Lao Yao's beauty is too good, right? The slightly yellowish long hair seemed to have been carefully dyed, and it was tied up in a high bun with a wheat color.
She has healthy skin and the most important thing is her high and raised breasts. Although her clothes are simple, a purple belt outlines her slender waist. Her figure is extremely tall, giving her a high-pressure aura.
Such a fucking hot top goddess who is free from future generations.
Don't you say that Zhuge Laoyao's wife is an ugly monster? Could this young woman have traveled through time like him? Otherwise, how can you explain this yellow hair and skin? It feels particularly close to her, isn't it?
Should I go up and give her the internationally popular hug? Feng Yong hesitated.
"Ahem!" Zhao Guang coughed dryly, vaguely reminded Feng Yong, then stepped forward and saluted, "My nephew has met his aunt."
Huang Yueying frowned and glanced at Feng Yong, who was in a daze. His eyes moved, and then he saw Zhao Guang, who looked like he was overindulging in sex. The displeasure on his face became even worse: "Why do you look so haggard?"
"My aunt has learned that for some reason, my nephew was very excited last night and couldn't sleep at night, so he is so exhausted today."
"Back then, when General Zhao fought hard on the battlefield, he could sleep peacefully with his head resting on a corpse. I didn't expect you to be so squeamish. Even if you sleep somewhere else, you couldn't fall asleep. It's really disappointing." Huang Yueying scolded, "
When you get back, work hard on your muscles and bones and get rid of the problems on your body."
"My aunt taught me a lesson." Zhao Guang answered honestly.