I didn’t move much in the winter, and my body bones were a little rusty. Zhao Guang helped me move a bit, and my whole body felt comfortable.
Feng Yong sat back in his seat with satisfaction, took a sip of hot milk tea, and asked, "How is General Zhao's health now?"
Zhao Guangzheng grinned, but did not dare to cry out in pain.
My brother is much stronger now than before, and it hurts a lot when he hits someone.
Hearing Feng Yong's question, he quickly replied: "Your health is not bad. You can eat a lot of meat and drink a few drinks every day."
"If you're interested, it won't be a problem if you practice your spear skills for a while."
Feng Yong frowned with some dissatisfaction, "Why do you still drink every day?"
Others may not remember it clearly, but Feng Yong must be very clear about the life span of Old Demon Zhuge and Mr. Zhao.
Perhaps it was because the Northern Expedition was successful and the old man did not have to fight the last battle as painfully as in the original history.
Now he has been promoted to General of Zhengxi and became Governor of Longyou.
People, when the Qi in the heart is smooth, the mood will be good, the mood will be good, and the spirit will be good.
So the old man is in pretty good spirits now.
Last year, he picked a young wild boar to death in front of him.
Seeing that this year is coming to an end, as long as I survive this year, my life will be extended, which is of great significance.
Judging from the current situation, this is almost a certainty, and Feng Yong doesn't want to make any mistakes.
But how do others know what Feng Yong is thinking?
Zhao Guang said indifferently, "Isn't it cold in Longyou? Drink some mead to warm yourself up!"
"Not even mead!" Feng Yong said sternly, "As soon as I get back, I'll think of a way to make the old general drink less wine!"
Zhao Guang was startled and didn't understand why his brother was suddenly so excited.
It's just that Feng Yong has a lot of authority in his heart, and now he looks fierce in both voice and appearance, so he habitually gets scared.
"But brother, I don't dare to persuade you, and I can't help you!"
"Stupid!" Feng Yong scolded, "You can't persuade me, why don't you find someone who can persuade you?"
Feng Yong understood what Zhao Guang meant. After all, in this era, drinking is a rare and beautiful thing.
Some people even call clear wine a saint and dark wine a wise man.
Mead is delicious, but it is distilled wine, and its alcohol content is actually much higher than other wines, let alone those spirits specially supplied to the north.
In the cold Longyou, it took just over a year for spirits to rise to the same status as tea.
Both are the most popular items among the Qiang and Hu tribes.
But no matter how much people in the world think drinking is a good thing, they can't let the old man drink more.
Zhao Guang touched his head, his face full of confusion, "With your current status, who else can persuade him? Could it be the Prime Minister?"
Feng Yong said "ha" and said meaningfully: "I heard that the old general and Aunt Ma have a deep love for each other. They are quite loving?"
"My lord and my mother are in love with each other..." Zhao Guanggang said half a sentence, and his face suddenly filled with shock, "Brother, could it be that he wants my mother to..."
Li Yi and Li Qiu also reacted and looked at Feng Yong with astonished eyes.
"I remember, isn't the Marquis of Huaili (Ma Teng) from Longxi? Back then, Ma Xiuqi wanted to return to his hometown but was unable to do so. Why not let Aunt Ma fulfill her wish?"
Feng Yong suddenly thought very much about Zhao Guang's mother, Zhao Ma, and acted like a filial junior.
"Brother, I remember wrongly. My grandfather (grandfather) is not from Longxi," Zhao Guang explained, "but from Fufeng Maoling."
"But I was born in Longxi and grew up in Longxi, so my mother can be considered as half a Longxi native."
Feng Yong exclaimed, "Why is this?"
"Because my great-grandfather (Ma Teng's father) was originally from Maoling, Fufeng. He served as a county lieutenant in Langan County, Tianshui. He later lost his official position and lived in Longxi. Finally, he married a wife and had children in Longxi. This is how my mother's lineage came about.
"
Only then did Feng Yong understand, "So, I did remember it wrong."
Then he continued, "That's half of my hometown. Plus, the horses are riding all over Longyou. Doesn't Aunt Ma want to visit her old place again?"
Zhao Guang thought for a while, then suddenly looked horrified, "But, if the adult knows that I asked my mother to come over to dissuade him from drinking, he will beat me to death!"
He had great trust in Feng Yong, and he didn't ask why he couldn't let his master drink more.
I'm just worried that if my own adults find out the truth, it will cause a tragedy in the Zhao family.
"You have to think about it carefully," Feng Yong said earnestly, "You can drink less of alcohol, but not too much. Drinking too much may risk shortening your life."
In order to strengthen the credibility of this statement, he emphasized: "This is the instruction of my master. Everyone in my master knows that excessive drinking can harm the body."
"Old General Zhao is so old, he needs to be more restrained, otherwise who knows what will happen?"
Feng Langjun's clever words and demeanor had become a passive aura, and he could only be heard saying in a semi-threatening voice:
"With Aunt Ma protecting you, the old general may not be able to kill you, but if you know that drinking too much alcohol is dangerous, you don't think of a way to stop it."
"If anything happens to the old general, you will become an unfilial son..."
Seeing his brother looking at him gloomily, Zhao Guang was excited and shouted loudly:
"Brother, don't say anything else. I will leave for Jicheng tomorrow. I will try my best to persuade you to drink less. When spring starts in two months, I will have my mother escorted here!"
Feng Yong then nodded with satisfaction, "Remember to ask the old general for advice and learn cavalry tactics."
"My little brother understands."
"By the way, how is Wei Ran (Yang Wanwan) doing now?"
"He is now back to Yinping to see his family."
Zhao Guang replied, "His family is also the king of Di in Yinping area. Now that he has won the post of prefect of Yinping, he can be regarded as returning home rich and noble."
When Liu Bei and Cao Cao were fighting for Hanzhong, Yang Ju, the father of Yang Wanwan, was the king of Di in the Yinping area of the military capital. He responded to Ma Chao and raised troops to respond.
Now that he has become the prefect of Yinping, it is not inappropriate to say that he will return home rich and wealthy.
"I will sign a document for the two of you later, and you will be assigned the position of protecting the Qiang. You will be responsible for protecting the cavalry of the Qiang captain's mansion."
Feng Yong sat on the chair and said something.
I have been beaten and scolded, but the people who should be cultivated still need to be cultivated.
It smells really good after all.
Yang Wanwan was the young commander of the Baima Di tribe and he also knew a lot about cavalry. By asking him to assist Zhao Guang, it was considered that the man was using his talents to the best of his ability.
"Brother really still loves me!"
After being beaten, scolded and threatened, Zhao Guang finally had a happy event and jumped up quickly and shouted happily.
"Shut up!" Feng Yong shouted, "I don't love you at all!"
Zhao Guang looked aggrieved.
Feng Yong stroked his forehead and sighed helplessly.
The battle in which Sima sent a five-pronged army to attack Shu was regarded as a major event in the late Three Kingdoms period.
Feng Yong naturally knows this process relatively clearly.
In order to cover Jiang Wei and lead Ji Han's main force to retreat, Zhao Guang died on the battlefield.
At the end of the Ji Han Dynasty when the talents were withering, he could be regarded as a short man and became the general.
Because under the circumstances at that time, Jiang Wei was naturally the person Jiang Wei trusted the most to be entrusted with the important task of intercepting and covering the enemy. At the same time, he must have certain requirements for his abilities.
What's more, now that he is considered his brother, what else can he do if he doesn't train him?
But when Feng Yong looked at the appearance of this guy in front of him, he felt a little nervous: Are you really capable of taking on such important responsibilities?
Why do I always have an insecurity?
But thinking of Zhao Yun, Feng Yong felt a little reassured: At worst, he would ask the old man for his opinion and let him take care of it.
If the old man thinks it's okay, then there's nothing to say.
After all, when Zhao Guang was guarding Xiaoguan last year, the old man didn't say anything. Thinking about it, he still acquiesced that Zhao Guang could lead the army.
If the old man feels that Zhao Guang is not suitable to lead a cavalry army, then let him be a partial general and lead a battalion of infantry to defeat him.
I believe that with the joint efforts of the old man and himself to suppress it, one Erha will not be able to make any waves.
After figuring this out, Feng Yong became happy again.
After waiting for so long, I can finally go home to see my wife and children.
On the second day, Zhao Guang hurriedly went to Jicheng first.
Feng Yong handed over various matters to Li Qiu, and even took his soldiers to enjoy the scenery at the foot of Hongchiling Mountain in the cold weather.
This caused the Wei troops guarding various passes in Hongchiling to become nervous.
Feng Junhou showed off his power to Hongchiling, and at the same time he explained to Li Qiu the key points of his residence.
After the soldiers from the Longyou Dudu's Mansion took over the garrison, Feng Yong led the soldiers from the Qiang Xiaowei's Mansion back to Pingxiang.
At the same time, Chen Shi, the former governor of Longxi, was transferred to the post of governor of Xiping County.
But the new governor of Longxi is a surprising figure. It is You Chu who has disappeared for a long time.
Before traveling to Chu, he served as the governor of Longxi for a long time and was deeply relied on by the officials in Longxi.
Now that he is serving as the governor of Longxi again, he has changed from Wei to Han, which is quite dramatic.
November in Pingxiang has entered the coldest time.
But the Nuange that protects Qiang Xiaowei's mansion is as warm as spring.
The fine charcoal was burning vigorously. Guan Ji was only wearing a thin sweater, half-bent, and was concentrating on reading the documents that Pingxiang had kept this year.
After raising a baby for such a long time, and having been in confinement for a month, she has not had a hand in the affairs of the Qiang Colonel's Mansion for more than half a year.
So after confinement, while the baby was asleep, she needed to get familiar with everything again.
Zhang Xingyi, who was sitting next to her, looked absent-minded and couldn't help but secretly glance at Guan Ji's curves, which were even more majestic than before.
He looked at it and lowered his head once, and the look on his face became more and more depressed.
Guan Ji's senses were sharp and she noticed Zhang Xingyi's little movements. She raised her head and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
Zhang Xingyi held her cheeks and pouted: "Sister, tell me, brother-in-law, can he come back before the child comes a hundred days ago?"
Guan Ji didn't pay too much attention and shook her head, "Who can say accurately about things in the army?"
Speaking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, with a hint of satisfaction in her smile.
Perhaps because she became a mother, there was even a gentleness in her smile that she had never seen before.
"Compared to other women, I am lucky to be able to stay with him in this way, but I don't dare to have too many extravagant expectations."
As a daughter of a general, Guan Ji naturally knew that most of the old ministers who followed the late emperor to conquer the world were separated from their wives and children.
It was not until the late Emperor pacified Shu and settled down that many people remarried and had children.
There are very few families whose wives and children have never been separated from the beginning to the end. The Zhang family is one of the luckiest families.
So Si Niang may not have much understanding of this kind of thing.
But Guan Ji is different. She has not only seen things like life and death, but has also experienced them personally.
The words "I don't dare to have too many extravagant hopes" can be regarded as her true words after having a child.
"I'm taking care of his children from behind, and it's enough for him to be safe in the front."
The tone on Guan Ji's face was very calm, and her calmness contained her lowest extravagant hope.
"Others, if you can have them, you can have them. If you can't have them, don't force them."
Zhang Xingyi can't understand Guan Ji.
She supported her head with both hands, "Sister, I feel like you have changed a lot."
Guan Ji smiled softly and couldn't help but reach out and touch Zhang Xingyi's little head.
"When you become the mother of a child, you will understand. If you have a son and a daughter, and a caring Alang, what more do you ask for?"
After the Northern Expedition, the second brother moved to the Central Guard Army, and the Guan family has now regained its footing, so she doesn't need to worry about it anymore.
Therefore, apart from praying for the safety of Alang, who is leading the army into battle, I really have nothing to ask for.
Zhang Xingyi pouted, "How considerate is he? Even if he wasn't here when you gave birth to the child, you don't even know if the child will be back in a hundred days!"
While the two were talking, a baby's cry came from next door.
Immediately afterwards, the other baby also started crying.
Guan Ji heard her children's cries and sighed in distress.
The two wet nurses quickly came over from the connected inner door with their children in their arms, "Madam, the young man and the young lady are both hungry."
Guan Ji looked left and right, a look of embarrassment appeared on her face, and hesitantly said, "Give me your son, and you go and feed your daughter."
"Why don't you feed your daughter first? Your son is thick-skinned, so don't be too doting."
The door of the room was pushed open, and a person came in wrapped in a burst of air-conditioning. Before the person could stand still, he opened his mouth and suggested something.
As soon as Zhang Xingyi heard this voice, he stood up suddenly, opened his mouth and shouted in surprise: "Ah..."
"Alang!" Guan Ji shouted in surprise.
Feng Yong closed the door tightly, then turned around and looked at Guan Ji, with a smile on his face, like a spring breeze, a little gentle and a little proud.
She seemed to be proud of her sudden appearance, which prevented Guan Ji from reacting for a moment.
Guan Ji stood there in a daze, looking at him intently, as if she couldn't believe it.
Feng Yong only heard a reminder: "The child is crying, why don't you feed her quickly? Don't let her starve!"
Only then did Guan Ji remember the pair of children who were crying loudly beside her. She said "Ah" and her hands and feet were a little fidgety. "Show me."
While Guan Ji took the child, Feng Yong turned his eyes and glanced at Zhang Xingyi.
Zhang Xingyi rolled her eyes at him, turned her head away with a straight face, and did not look at him.
Feng Yong felt bored, consciously took off his thick robe and coat, and walked over lightly, "Is this our daughter?"
"It's my son."
Guan Ji turned her head slightly, looked at his face, and answered softly.
She was not shy in front of her husband, and was ready to lift up her clothes to feed the child.
Feng Junhou was immediately dissatisfied. He reached out to take the child from Guan Ji, and carefully looked at the little man who was crying for milk.
The softest place in my heart was touched by something unknown, and there was an indescribable feeling, a little tingling.
There was a feeling of warmth and love in my chest.
Is this what it feels like to be connected to flesh and blood?
It's really amazing.
A gentle smile appeared at the corner of Feng Yong's mouth unconsciously.
Then he handed the baby directly to the wet nurse: "Here, take it and feed it quickly."
He stretched out his hand to bake on the nearby fireplace to make sure there was no residual cold air, and then he carefully hugged his daughter.
At this time, the son's cry disappeared next door.
The daughter actually stopped crying and looked at Feng Yong motionlessly with her dark eyes, which seemed to be full of curiosity.
Feng Yongle's nose almost burst with mucus bubbles.
A silly smile appeared on his face: "This is good, my daughter is good!"
