"But brother, I have to go on duty on weekdays..."
"General Wang has offended a lot of people these days, right? What's the point of going on that duty? Are you angry?" Feng Yong looked at Wang Xun, with a tone of disdain for Wang Ping's position, "Even if he doesn't Regarding this matter, was General Wang not ostracized in the past? That position is very nostalgic. As long as General Wang believes in me, I will give your family a great fortune. Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for General Wang. As long as he is willing, I will go and tell the Prime Minister."
Wang Ping has indirectly supported Feng Yong in the past few days. He has to accept this favor. As for potential stocks, let it explode as soon as possible, and he will make profits early. It is a mutually beneficial thing, why not do it?
As soon as these words came out, even Zhao Guang was shocked. He really didn't understand how the Feng family brother could be so confident. The Prime Minister values the law the most. If something like this is not to the Prime Minister's liking, how can he explain it?
"Why don't you want to!"
When Wang Ping heard what his son said from Feng Yong, he immediately became angry.
What Feng Langjun said is right. In the past, he was ostracized by his colleagues and had few close friends. Recently, everyone finally changed their attitude, but he was worried about his son's future and seceded from his colleagues. This is Not to mention being ostracized for a few days, even in daily conversations, I would be ridiculed and ridiculed. It was really uncomfortable.
Now that I heard Feng Langjun's words from my son, I couldn't help but feel hot in my heart. It's just that Feng Langjun doesn't have such ability. If he really does have such ability, what if he takes a gamble?
Even if he made a wrong bet, he still has a son - his son is already a prime minister and an advisor, and at least he is doing better than him. It's hard for him to live in his current position until he grows old, and his son doesn't do it anyway. Need his support.
If you make the right bet, you will just stand up and feel proud - the words "rich" have different meanings when spoken from different people's mouths.
Like Feng Yong, he casually used the art of Zhu Jiweng to make amends for others, and he also used the Quyuan plow, the Eight Ox plow, and even the cheese made by the Qiang people, he could easily make it into food that the emperor rewarded the ministers. The halo of the disciples of the mountain sect is simply too powerful!
Wang Ping calculated that no matter what the great wealth mentioned by people like Feng Yong, it couldn't be worse than the skill of wishing a chicken man, right? Just for this reason, it was worth the gamble.
"Then what do you want me to do in this matter?" Wang Ping asked.
"Brother said that if my lord is willing to do this, just wait for the news and he will arrange everything." Wang Xun said quickly.
If this matter can work out, then I just have to accept the result. If it doesn't work out, the most I can do is stay in the camp and hang out. Neither the left nor the right will put me in trouble. This Feng Langjun is really a fastidious person.
Wang Ping praised it secretly in his heart.
Since the other party is particular about what he does, he can't say that he just sits there like this. Favors come and go, so how can he only accept but not pay? Anyway, he is a non-Han general and his sense of presence is already low. Come on. Such a position is just to show comfort to others.
In fact, it doesn't matter whether he is on duty or not. It's just that Wang is strict by nature and abides by the law, so he is on duty every day. But it has been uncomfortable to be on duty these past few days. Now that he has another excuse, he simply thinks:
The world outside is so big, why don’t I go and see it?
After thinking about it all night, Wang Ping became cruel and took a leave of absence from his superiors. He used the same reason as Feng Yong. He was ill and could not be on duty, and then he went on a long trip.
For a person like Zhuge Laoyao who values the law, rashly asking for an official position, or even asking him to mobilize a serving Yamen general, is simply an act of committing suicide.
As long as Feng Yong doesn't really have a nervous breakdown in his brain, he will never touch this for no reason - not for no reason means that as long as there is a reason, he can still give it a try.
"Why don't you continue to stay in that shabby village of yours? Today you are finally willing to step out, which is rare."
Huang Yueying sent someone to pick up Feng Yong at the small gate and took him to the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion to meet him. This was a very private performance.
In the pavilion, Huang Yueying was standing at the table with her head bowed and drawing something. When the servants brought Feng Yong to her, she didn't even raise her head and just asked lightly.
Feng Yongqian laughed, pretending not to hear Huang Yueying's words, and bowed first: "I have seen my wife. May I ask who this lady is?"
There was no maid beside Huang Yueying. Sitting opposite her was a woman with elegant clothes and a dignified face. The woman was holding Zhang Xing in her arms, smiling at the corner of her mouth and looking at Feng Yong with kindness in her eyes.
There is only one lady from the Zhang family named Xiahou who is qualified to sit across from Huang Yueying. She is the mother of the current queen, and also the mother of the little Luoli Zhang Xing, the late Chariot General, Xi
The wife of Zhang Fei, the Marquis of the country.
"It turns out to be Madam Junhou. I've met Madam before."
"No need to be polite. I just came to talk to my sister today. I didn't expect that Feng Langjun would come here. These days, I have heard the name of Feng Langjun all the time, so I was curious to meet him.
Don’t you mind, Mr. Lang?”
Zhang Xiahou's Luoxia pronunciation has its own charm, which makes it very comfortable to listen to.
Unexpectedly, this picture of the Xiahou family matched the Huang Yueying sisters, and they did not hide it in front of outsiders. It seems that this relationship is serious.
"What did Madam say? After all, it's thanks to Madam that I learned Luo Xianyin!" Feng Yong hurriedly bent down to salute, and by the way lowered his head and secretly raised his eyebrows at Zhang Xing, "This matter is still
No thank you, madam, how dare you say you mind?"
The Three Kingdoms version of "Xinhua Dictionary" is thanks to the Zhang Xiahou family in front of me!
Zhang Xing laughed, walked over and buried his head in Zhang Xiahou's arms.
Mr. Zhang Xiahou gently patted Zhang Xing's back and said with a smile: "Well, I never taught you Luo Xiayin myself, so I can't take the credit for it." After saying that, he said to Zhang Xing, "Siniang,
Why don’t you go and pay homage to Feng Langjun?”
"I have met Feng Langjun."
The little man saluted and said crisply. He turned his back to Zhang Xiahou and Huang Yueying, and deliberately made a face.
"I've met the four little ladies."
Facing Huang Yueying and Zhang Xiahou, Feng Yong did not dare to make any more moves, so he had to return the favor.
"You are just a slippery person." Huang Yueying seemed to have finished the painting at this time. She picked it up and blew it, and finally glanced at Feng Yong. "You are hiding in the village without showing your face, and you let Erlang and the prince take the limelight."
, but it caused a lot of harm to those two people. I saw that Erlang has lost a lot of weight in the past few days. I don’t know what kind of ecstasy soup you poured into those two people, and they are still like this. "
"Hey, boy, you treat people with sincerity..."
Feng Yong pretended to be stupid and smiled naively.
"puff!"
Zhang Xiahou squirted out the tea soup he just drank.
Feng Yong felt embarrassed immediately. Isn't this too disrespectful?
"No wonder, I drank too much just now and lost my composure!" Zhang Xiahou covered her face with her sleeves, and the exposed half of her face was slightly flushed. Obviously, this disrespectful behavior made her feel very embarrassed.