Thinking of this, Feng Yong directly put the notebook into his arms.
After experiencing the real secret love story.avi, every time Feng Yong thinks of Guan Ji's amorous feelings, he can't help but feel warm in his heart.
Black and white is black and white, color is not important, posture is important - Guan Ji is a martial arts practitioner, and movements that ordinary people cannot do are no problem for Guan Ji.
Now Hanzhong has begun to work on the coloring of woolen cloth notes. As long as qualified paints can be produced, at worst, we will find someone to draw a color version of the booklet.
After Jiang Wan explained some things to Feng Yong, he asked Jiang Bin to send him out of the house.
"Sir, Feng Junhou has left."
After Jiang Bin came back, he said to his master.
Jiang Wan nodded, looked at Jiang Bin, and asked, "Don't you always say that you want to get to know him? We meet him today. What do you think of him?"
Jiang Bin thought for a while and then finally managed to say, "It's pretty good."
"Just nice?"
Jiang Wan glanced at his son and smiled.
"Treat people well, but the rest, the child won't be able to tell for a while."
Jiang Bin answered honestly.
Jiang Wan nodded and said, "That's right. After all, it's just a one-time acquaintance. It's understandable that I couldn't tell for a while."
Thinking of all the weird things I saw in Nanxiang, I actually agreed with Jiang Bin's words: It would be difficult to understand this Feng Mingwen unless we had known him for a long time.
Seeing some hesitation on his son's face, he wondered, "What? What else is there?"
"My lord, that's it. Then Feng Junhou wants me to go to Yuejuan with him. What do you think?"
Jiang Bin remembered what Feng Yong said to him at the door, and finally asked.
Jiang Wan saw the look on Jiang Bin's face and understood, "Do you want to go?"
"My child is already sixteen, it's time to go out and have a look."
Jiang Bin was indeed a little moved.
Jiang Wan smiled and shook his head, "If Feng Mingwen had mentioned this matter before, it would have been fine. But now, it is obvious that he wanted to repay me for agreeing to be a matchmaker for him. If you go, wouldn't it be a blackmail attempt?
Retribution? This is not what a gentleman would do, so let’s just let it go.”
After hearing this, Jiang Bin had a slightly disappointed look on his face, but he also knew that what the Lord said was the truth, so he nodded immediately, "What the Lord said makes sense."
"If you really want to serve, I have an idea."
"Sir, please speak."
"Hanzhong Ye in Nanxiang, Hanzhong, will soon have a vacancy for a supervisor. You can try."
When Jiang Bin heard this, he was a little surprised and asked: "Isn't the supervisor of Han Zhongye..."
"Yes, that's right." Jiang Wan nodded, "Feng Langjun originally held the position of concurrent eunuch, but now that he has the dignity of a king, it is impossible for him to serve as eunuch again. Also, if you really want to understand
Feng Langjun, it would be best to go to Nanxiang and have a look."
"But Hanzhongye belongs to the inner government..."
Jiang Wan looked hesitant.
The inner palace is owned by the imperial palace, and serving as the eunuch is equivalent to selling yourself to the royal family.
It's normal for the emperor's family to sell goods.
But the current big man is not a normal phenomenon, because the current emperor's family is not a good buyer.
"Your Majesty is still Your Majesty after all. The Emperor's surname is Liu after all."
Jiang Wan looked out the door, his eyes unfocused, and suddenly said something very incomprehensible.
There was one sentence deep in his heart that he had not yet said: Moreover, the Prime Minister would only be Duke Yi Yin and Zhou Gong, not Wang Mang or Cao Cao.
If the Prime Minister had any idea at all, he should take advantage of his return from the Southern Expedition and his growing reputation to step up efforts to cultivate his followers, instead of working hard at night and day to worry about state affairs.
Not to mention thinking about it day and night and worrying about the Northern Expedition to annex Wei - Wei was ten times more powerful than Han, how could it be so easy to annex Wei?
The late emperor entrusted the prime minister with state affairs. It has only been less than four years, and the prime minister's temples have already started to turn gray. Can you imagine how much effort the prime minister has put in in these few years?
This is not something that a person with a clear mind can do.
As Jiang Wan, who always follows the Prime Minister, he understands one thing better.
That is, currently in the Prime Minister's residence, whether it is Xiang Lang, Yang Hong, Zhang Yi, Ma Su, himself, Yang Yi and others, they are all people whom the Prime Minister values.
But if one person is singled out, no matter who it is, they will not have the ability and reputation to stand out among the crowd and convince everyone.
Regardless of whether the Prime Minister caused the current situation intentionally or unintentionally, in Jiang Wan's own opinion, after the Prime Minister, there should be no one who can reach the level of the Prime Minister.
The Prime Minister should not leave such a person behind.
So in the end, it is inevitable that the emperor will govern personally.
It's just that Jiang Wan would not say these shocking words. He just said to his son, "You are only sixteen years old. Don't be in a hurry. Go to Nanxiang first to see and experience it for two years before talking."
"Yes, sir."
Jiang Bin was filial by nature, so he had no choice but to comply at the moment.
After Feng Yong left the Chiang Kai-shek mansion, he was about to go out of the city. He saw a young man standing at the gate of the city. His face was like jade, his eyebrows were like swords, and his body was like a jade tree. Even if he stood there quietly, he was very handsome and charming.
It is unique and gives people a sense of noble Tsinghua University.
People entering and leaving the city gate, even if they were men, had many people paying attention to him and saluting him.
Not to mention those women, their hearts were beating wildly when they saw him.
Just when many people were wondering which noble family this handsome gentleman was, or the son of a noble family, the gentleman's eyes suddenly lit up, he stepped forward and faced an ordinary-looking man.
Lang Jun bowed deeply: "I have seen Mr. Feng."
Feng Yongshi never expected to meet Mi Zhao here.
"Why is Mr. Mi Lang here?"
A month ago, Mi Zhao affectionately called Feng Yong his brother, but at this time, the two of them were already estranged.
"I'm here specially to wait for Feng Langjun. I'd like to invite Feng Langjun to a banquet. I wonder if Feng Langjun can spare the time?"
Mi Zhao's face showed a little apologetic look, but also a little hopeful look.
"I'm busy, I'm afraid I don't have that much time."
Feng Yong said calmly.
"I don't dare to delay Feng Langjun for too long. I heard that Feng Langjun wanted to get married recently, and Zhao happened to have ten geese on his hands. They are all intact and are now being raised at home. If Feng Langjun doesn't give up, Zhao can become a beautiful gentleman.
.”
Mi Zhao said again in a low voice.
Hearing this, Feng Yong's heart moved.
It is easy to shoot a wild goose, but it is not easy to catch it alive without harming it.
Although it is not difficult to find qualified geese based on your current abilities, it will always take some time.
Naturally, the sooner you get married to Guan Ji, the better, so if someone brings Dayan to your door right now, it will save you a lot of effort.
"That's it, that's okay. Where is the banquet?"
For the sake of the wild geese, Feng Yong looked reluctant.
"There is a Yipin Pavilion in the city. Please take a moment, Feng Langjun."
"Okay, let's lead the way."
But when Mi Zhao led Feng Yong to the first-level pavilion, Feng Yong couldn't help being a little stunned.
"Isn't this Yuyao Pavilion?"
A month ago, it was here that I smashed the facade.
And Mi Zhao is the one who started the fire.
Looking at Mi Zhao, he saw a look of embarrassment on his face, "Jincheng has long since lost the Yuyao Pavilion. Now this pavilion is called Yipin Pavilion."
"Is that so..." Feng Yong touched his chin, "Where is the girl inside?"
"Ms. Yun Yirong has changed her name to Xie Qing."
The look of embarrassment on Mi Zhao's face became even stronger.
"That's it." Feng Yong nodded, but looked at Mi Zhao with a strange expression.
A month ago you tried to get me to smash up this loft, and a month later you invited me to have dinner here?
hehe!
"Then let's go in and take a look."
Yipin Pavilion was obviously not open today. Except for the occasional servants passing by, there were no customers in the entire pavilion.
Mi Zhao led Feng Yong to a small, exquisitely decorated cabinet on the second floor of the attic. Sitting here, he could see the entire street outside.
I have to say that the location of Yipin Pavilion is really a prime location.
There were all kinds of dishes on the table, but Feng Yong didn't like it. He picked some at random and put it in his mouth. Then he put down his chopsticks and asked, "Why did you invite me here? Now you can say
Already."
Feng Yong was not convinced that Mi Zhao was just sending the geese away.
Mi Zhao personally held the ladle and scooped out a bowl of soup for Feng Yong, and then said, "Feng Langjun, can Zhao please whisper something?"
Feng Yong looked at the people around him and said to them, "You guys go out first."
"You are not allowed to do so!"
As expected, Bu Qu strongly objected.
When Feng Yong was assassinated in Nanzhong, Guan Ji severely punished Feng Yong's group.
In addition, Feng Yong is now a prince, so he must be even more careful. Some people are left on the first floor and some on the second floor. This small cabinet must also follow them.
"You just wait outside."
Feng Yong waved his hand, "Don't worry, Mr. Mi Lang won't dare to blatantly harm me."
When Mi Zhao heard this, his face was extremely bitter.
Buqu couldn't resist Feng Yong, so he had to look at Mi Zhao warily before slowly retreating.
"As a courtesy, do it first!"
Mi Zhao raised the bowl, mistook the soup inside for wine, and drank it all in one gulp.
Feng Yong took a sip and found that the soup was sour and astringent. Perhaps the only reason why it tasted so good in his mouth was that he could smell a faint smell of wine.
"Is this... mash?"
Feng Yong muttered to himself in confusion, but he didn't like drinking. In his previous life, he drank fermented glutinous rice and also liked sweet drinks. Naturally, this kind of thing could not get into his eyes.
Mi Zhao didn't care whether Feng Yong drank the contents of the bowl or not. He poured another bowl and then said with a wry smile, "Zhao knows that what he did last time was not honest, so this bowl is for me."
The punishment is to give the king and prince the punishment."
As he said that, he drank it all in one go.
Pour another bowl.
"Your Majesty will be getting married soon. I'm afraid I won't be able to come to congratulate you in person when the photo comes. This bowl is to congratulate you in advance!"
Seeing the sadness and bitterness on Mi Zhao's face, Feng Yong sighed softly, "Why bother?"
Mi Zhao shook his head and sighed, "Everyone in the world says that I am lucky to be born into a royal family. But who knows my difficulties?"
As he said that, he drank another bowl.
It seemed that he really drank the mash as wine.
The Mi family was born to be tied to the royal family.
It can be said that the rise and fall of the Mi family depends on the degree of favor of the holy family.
Other families might still have a chance to invest in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but not the Mi family.
So there were many times when the Mi family had to help the palace do things that were inconvenient for them to do.
"Your Majesty, do you know what I intend to use these ten wild geese in my hand for?"
"The wild geese are naturally used to discuss marriage."
"Yes, it is indeed used to discuss marriage, but does the Lord know who I am planning to discuss marriage with?"
Mi Zhao looked at Feng Yong steadily.
"who?"
Feng Yong, however, ignored Mi Zhao's gaze and asked casually.
It can't be Guan Ji anyway.
"There used to be several, but recently there was one more."
"Oh, this is a good thing. If a good woman has a good wife, then many will want her for her, and vice versa? A good husband will naturally have many families for him."
Feng Yong smiled lightly.
"The latest one is the daughter of the Zhang family."
Mi Zhao ignored Feng Yong's teasing, but still looked at Feng Yong steadily, and suddenly said this.
Feng Yong's expression froze, and the smile on his face froze.
"The little lady of the Zhang family? Which Zhang?"
"Of course it's Zhang from Marquis Zhang Xixiang."
Mi Zhao chuckled and drank another bowl of fermented glutinous rice. He felt an unspeakable bitterness, "I heard that Miss Zhang proposed this on her own initiative."
Feng Yong's heart seemed to be pinched by something, and it hurt a little, "Then what? You gave me the wild goose, what should you do?"
"I sent Dayan to the prince, so naturally I don't want to discuss marriage for the time being."
Mi Zhao smiled bitterly and shook his head.
If he could have been forgiven for offending this person before, then if he really dared to agree to propose marriage to Mrs. Zhang at this time, I am afraid that he would be offended to death.
The clever talker Feng Langjun and the ruthless Xiao Wenhe are not just talking casually.
Liao Li who was exiled in Wenshan, Xu Xun who had his leg broken, the rich families in Shu who were tricked and bleeding, the countless innocent souls in the underground of Hanzhong, the barbarians who were trembling with fear from the ghost king...
Everyone wants to express their opinion on this.
To be honest, Mi Zhao these days, if I want to say that I am not scared, it would be a lie.
Feng Yong's face relaxed, he nodded, and agreed, "Don't you remember there was a statistic in Nanxiang last year? It would be good for your health for this woman to get married two or three years later. Mrs. Zhang gets married later,
It’s also very good…”
When he said this, Lao Feng felt that his face was slightly hot.
Sometimes, even if you don't drink, you will still get drunk.
Mi Zhao felt as if he was already drunk. When he saw the change in the expression on Feng Yong's face, he couldn't help but dared to say contemptuously: Bah!
It's just that he was thinking this in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.
"Feng Junhou, Nanzhongye is about to be established and has no talent, so he wants to ask himself to be a supervisor there. What do you think?"
Mi Zhao asked carefully.
"Nan MCC Supervision Order? This is not a matter within the inner government. What do you ask me to do..."
When Feng Yong said this and saw Mi Zhao's expression, he suddenly understood.
Nanzhong is still a barbaric land, and Mi Zhao's actions are actually equivalent to self-exile.
Just look at Liao Li and you will understand. How far is Wenshan County from Shu County? This is already considered an exile.
As for Nanzhong, the environment is many times worse than that of Wenshan. It's hard to say that if you accidentally contract the miasma, it will mean death but no life.
"Mi Langjun is a relative of the emperor, why is this so important?"
Feng Yong swore that he was sincerely persuading.
What the hell, Mi Zhao’s identity means he is also Adou’s cousin! If he was really forced to run away to Nanzhong because of him, how would others see him?
Doesn't that mean one more sentence?
Will you report to the marquis within the customs?