"This kid is such a scoundrel. Sister, you don't know. Sometimes, he can really make you so angry that you want to break your teeth." Huang Yueying smiled at Zhang Xiahou, with a look of not being surprised, "But...
God has given him a wealth of knowledge, do you think it's strange?"
Assy!
No matter what, I treat you as an elder and send food to the Prime Minister's house. Is it really okay for you to slander me like this?
With an awkward yet polite smile on his face, Feng Yong stood there respectfully, cursing MMP in his heart.
Zhang Xiahou put down his sleeves, picked up the tea bowl and wanted to take a sip of tea to cover it up. After thinking about it, he put it down again. He probably was worried about something. He looked at Feng Yong and said, "Although it is September, the sun at noon is brighter."
It’s not too light, A-mei asked him to come in and sit down, so as not to burn him out.”
Huang Yueying nodded and gestured to Feng Yong: "Come in and sit down."
Feng Yong glanced at Zhang Xiahou with gratitude, entered the pavilion, and was too self-aware to dare to sit at the stone table. He sat on the farthest pony in a polite manner, and then curiously looked at the painting in Huang Yueying's hand.
Look.
The painting depicts a half-length beauty with a face that looks a bit like Guan Ji, but she is not as cold and cool, and her clothes are fluttering. She should not be Guan Ji. Guan Ji has never worn women's clothing. The beauty's expression has a little agility.
And naughty, this is very Zhang Xing's charm.
Unexpectedly, Huang Yueying is good at painting.
"Madam, you are really good at painting. This painting looks like a real person." Feng Yong flattered.
"Oh?" Huang Yueying was a little surprised, "Do you recognize the woman in this painting?"
"I don't recognize it." Feng Yong shook his head, "It's just that Madam's painting is so lifelike. If I see her in the future, I will definitely recognize it."
Huang Yueying laughed "scoff", put the painting on the table again, picked up the pen again and started painting. It seemed that she was not satisfied with her work. After a while, she said: "There is no such person in the world.
I just imagined it, how could you meet it? Okay, you don’t have to please me, just tell me, what’s the matter? The limelight of Ba Niu Liga is very tight now, so you can come out in such a big limelight, I’m sure
It’s not an ordinary trivial matter.”
This is said as if I am a coward...
"It's like this, Madam, didn't I take a leave of absence due to illness a few days ago? In the past few days, I have been thinking about promoting the Eight Ox Plow to the imperial court. I'm afraid my body is burdened with a lot of support." As he said, he also said
He made a sickly gesture, which made Zhang Xiahou next to him unable to help but cover his mouth with his sleeves.
"Oh? So what?"
Change positions, doesn’t your husband want Zhu Yejian? He even did things that made Zhao Yun disgusted with his own son. Don’t you really understand what I mean?
Subordinates need to be familiar with each other, so that their bosses will like them - well, although it seems that Old Demon Zhuge may not like him very much, but he is so knowledgeable, how can the prime minister who distinguishes between public and private affairs still care about such a little guy like himself?
supervision order?
Therefore, people who are high-ranking officials are the most disgusting! They have to be secretive when speaking, let alone doing things. This is a hint, that is a metaphor. It’s not good to pretend that you don’t understand what he means, it’s too clear.
Well, I think others know too much... annoying!
"Well, since I haven't recovered from my long-term illness, I thought it would be better not to give up the posts of supervisors and supervisors and let the capable ones take the position, so as not to miss the prime minister's important events."
"I'm just a woman, what's the use of talking to me about such official matters?"
Damn it! Didn't you ask me to be the supervisor of the various industries? Why didn't you say that women should not do political affairs?
"After all, it was Madam's fault that led me to Zhuye Prison. Now, the boy wants to beg for his body..."
"puff!"
Zhang Xiahou took out a sip of tea again.
Feng Yong couldn't talk any more.
"Just go on, don't worry about me, I'm rude!" This time Zhang Xiahou buried his whole head behind his wide sleeves, his voice came out muffled from behind the sleeves, his shoulders kept twitching, and then he pulled Zhang Xing up with one hand
Holding his hand, he quickly walked out of the pavilion and disappeared behind the courtyard arch.
Here, Huang Yueying shook her hands after listening to Feng Yong's words, and a large black birthmark appeared on the half-length beauty's face. She then stared at Feng Yong angrily and angrily.
Feng Yong looked at her innocently, saying that he had done nothing.
There was no other way, Huang Yueying had no choice but to put down the pen, rolled up the painting and put it aside, and sneered: "I wonder if Feng Langjun will be honored this year?"
"Hui Madam, sixteen years old."
"Sixteen years old begging for bones? Feng Yong, are you scolding the court or the prime minister?" Huang Yueying's voice became sharper, "Is it possible that the big man really can't tolerate you?"
"Madam, what do you mean by this? How dare you do this? It's just that you have an old illness, so..."
"Stop talking about these useless things!" Huang Yueying rudely interrupted Feng Yong's words, her chest heaved violently, she stared at Feng Yong and asked, "Let me ask you, why do you want to resign?"
The world is so big, I want to see it?
Feng Yong scratched his head, thought for a while, and then said: "I want to go to Hanzhong to visit..."
Huang Yueying almost gasped for breath.
"Not long ago, you were still clearing land on the slopes of Fengzhuang, and you didn't look like you were giving up your business. Why do you think so now?"
Huang Yueying really couldn't figure out what this bastard was thinking.
Give up the foundation? I never thought about giving up! Fengzhuang is my base, how could I let it go just by saying it?
Feng Yong looked up at Huang Yueying blankly: "Madam, where did you start talking about this? I never thought about giving up Fengzhuang."
"Still quibbling! You haven't married yet, and you have no other relatives in your home. If you stay away from your home, who can make the decision if something happens to the village? How is this different from giving up your inheritance?"
Is there such a thing as this?
"Young man is just going to collect news. You will be back in just two or three months. It shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"Can you guarantee that nothing will happen in your house during these three months?"
I guarantee an egg! In this era, there are no mobile phones and no Internet, how can I guarantee it?
"Then in Madam's opinion, what should we do?"
"I can be your supervisor with peace of mind and just stay there. If you want to be on duty, go on duty. If you don't want to be on duty, just stay in your shabby village and enjoy yourself. Isn't that so bad?" Huang Yueying hates that iron cannot be made into steel.
He said, "Don't forget that I made a bet with you at the beginning. Now it seems that although the result has not yet come out, it can be guessed. This promise to keep you safe can be fulfilled."
Understood, it seems that Old Demon Zhuge is still worried about wandering around. He regrets a little. His identity as a disciple of the mountain sect is also a double-edged sword. It can give himself a layer of protection and also restrict himself. In order to be able to
Keep yourself steady, Old Demon Zhuge can even temporarily move away from the position of the Supervisory Order of Zhuye - although even if he occupies the position of the Supervisory Order, it will definitely not be able to affect Old Demon Zhuge's control of Zhu Ye's Supervisor in the end.
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Gritting his teeth, Feng Yong thought to himself, fortunately, I am still a little prepared.