Seeing Lin Feng trotting over from a distance, Zhen Yan hurriedly dismounted and greeted him with a big smile.
The friendship between the two is deep, and the first task Lin Feng received after traveling through time was to rescue the Zhen Yan caravan that was besieged by bandits.
If Zhen Yan hadn't introduced Lin Feng into the Zhen family, Lin Feng really didn't know how long it would have taken him to make the first pot of gold in the Three Kingdoms era.
Ever since Lin Feng was summoned to the capital Luoyang as an official by Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty, the two had basically lost contact. At most, they would ask each other to send a gift and a few words of blessing during the holidays.
Later, after Lin Feng took Qingzhou by force, he transferred his father-in-law Zhen Yi to serve as an official in the plains. Zhen Yan was very happy to finally meet Lin Feng and catch up on old times. Unexpectedly, Lin Feng was still too busy fighting in the south and the north.
However, it is still rare for the two to meet each other.
Zhen Yan was really happy to meet each other in Yecheng this time. Not to mention the engagement between Lin Feng and Mi'er, from the perspective of brotherly love, it is not an exaggeration for the two brothers to get drunk and then retire.
Lin Feng rushed over and gave Zhen Yan a bear hug. Maybe his status has changed, but the brotherhood will never cool down.
Zhen Yao had already dismounted and came over. He stood not far away and looked at Lin Feng hugging his second brother and laughing happily. He couldn't express his envy in his heart.
He was not envious of his second brother's relationship with Lin Feng, but simply envied Lin Feng's ability to kill in all directions and intimidate his enemies.
The shy young man who followed Zhen Yan and timidly greeted Lin Feng was long gone. Now Zhen Yao's mind is filled with thoughts of killing enemies on the battlefield and making meritorious deeds, even if his handsome face is disfigured by frightening scars.
Don’t change your original intention.
After a long while, Lin Feng let go of Zhen Yi, turned around and strode over and gave Zhen Yao a warm bear hug.
Zhen Yao was overwhelmed with excitement, and the centipede-shaped scar on his face was so red that it almost glowed.
After greeting his two uncles, Lin Feng plunged into the largest four-wheeled carriage.
Yan'er nodded to Lin Feng with a smile, and Mi'er was like a crazy little girl, cheering and threw herself into Lin Feng's arms.
"Brother, Mi'er misses you so much. Do you miss Mi'er?"
Lin Feng looked at Mi'er, who was as delicate as a porcelain doll in his arms, and was so happy that he smiled from ear to ear.
"Of course I miss Mi'er. Don't say we haven't seen each other for so many days. Even if we see each other every day, we should miss Mi'er as well."
When Mi'er was happy, she hugged Lin Feng and gave him a face-washing kiss.
Moo, wooo, wooo, the shy and proud little mouth kissed Lin Feng's face all over, up, down, left, right, and left.
Seeing Lin Feng mercilessly wiping the saliva marks on his face, Yan'er burst into laughter, her soft and slender waist swaying, making Lin Feng swallow hard.
Holding Mi'er and sitting next to Yan'er, Lin Feng apologetically touched Yan'er's shoulder with his shoulder: "I'm not at home, I've worked hard on you during this time."
Because of Lin Feng's romantic affair, the Lin family became big and prosperous, with dozens of people inside and outside.
Everyone needs Yan'er's management.
Counting Lin Feng's two wives, three concubines and one lover, each woman must have at least four or five personal maids and women around her. When he is not at home, the living expenses of twenty or thirty people will cost a lot of money.
Asking questions one by one, that's why Lin Feng's hard words came out.
Yan'er smiled and shook her head slightly, saying that doing things was actually not painful, it was as painful as the unbearable lovesickness in the dead of night.
Fortunately, the little girl Mi'er is here. In name, they are sisters, but in reality Yan'er will raise Mi'er as a daughter.
Mi'er was so naive that she didn't understand the cryptic words between elder brothers and sisters, and she didn't care about them in her little mind. She opened her arms and put her arms around the necks of Lin Feng and Yan'er respectively, and the three people's heads were tightly together.
"It's great. As expected, the happiest time is when the three of us are together."
Lin Feng raised his index finger and gently scratched Mi'er's straight nose: "Little devil, what do you know about happiness?"
Mi'er was extremely unconvinced: "Of course I understand. My eldest sister often tells me that I am happiest when I am held by my eldest brother."
Lin Feng looked at Yan'er proudly. Yan'er bit her lower lip and looked blushing, but she looked at Lin Feng without any sign of weakness.
Outside the carriage, the voices of the Zhen brothers pulling Pei Wushao to ask for advice on military matters suddenly made Lin Feng feel like he wished time could stay here forever.
The group quietly entered Yecheng and returned to Lin Feng's temporary residence.
Pei Wushao led the Zhen brothers to clean up and arrange a place to stay, and Lin Feng naturally led the two daughters-in-law to the backyard in person.
Mi'er was not interested in the colorful back garden in front of her. She hugged Lin Feng's neck and acted coquettishly, wanting to go horseback riding and archery.
Lin Feng looked at Yan'er for help. Apart from Zhen Yi and his wife, Yan'er was probably the only one who could cure Mi'er.
Yan'er took the squirming Mi'er from Lin Feng's arms. As expected, Mi'er's little mouth was raised high, but she didn't dare to touch Yan'er.
Lin Feng exaggeratedly wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, "My little ancestor, why are you, a little girl, interested in things like horseback riding and archery?"
Yan'er smiled and said: "It's not because of you. Every day, there are countless people around Mi'er who praise you and call you the best god of war in the world. Over time, Mi'er has been influenced by it. In order to get closer to you, Mi'er naturally
I’m interested in the battle formation method that you are best at.”
Lin Feng looked at Yan'er's ridiculously beautiful mouth and slightly raised the corners, and couldn't help but teased: "What about you, do you want to know my way of fighting?"
In particular, the emphasis was placed on the four words "The Way of the Battle Formation", so Yan'er couldn't hear the pronunciation of Lin Feng's words.
Immediately, he took a sip of water, hugged Mi'er and walked away quickly.
The personal maids and maids beside them hurriedly followed, their hairpins and hairpins jingled, and a large group of people poured into the backyard room in the fragrant breeze.
Lin Feng stretched, moved his limbs, and moved his back
Start walking slowly in the back garden.
It was not dark now, and with Mi'er as a big light bulb around, he had no chance to have close contact with Yan'er to comfort his lovesickness.
We can only wait for the two of them to finish dressing up, have dinner together as a family, and then think of a way to put Mi'er to sleep. Only then can we feel free to pity Yan'er's gentle Chenghuan.
There was no word for the whole night. Except for Guo Jia and Xun Kan, probably no one in Yecheng noticed that the two wives of Lin Feng, the governor of Qingzhou and the leader of Jizhou Guanglu doctor, came to Yecheng quietly.
In the early morning of the next day, Lin Feng came to the martial arts arena to practice martial arts, feeling light and refreshed. Yan'er had been tossing him for nearly an hour and a half last night. She was so tired that her waist ached, her legs ached, her hands and mouth were numb, and now she was still immersed in sleep with a smile on her face.
Pei Yuanshao hurried to the martial arts arena with a big gun in hand. When he saw Lin Feng practicing basic movements, he let out a strange sigh.
"My lord, you are up so early? You also said that my mistress arrived last night, and my lord will sleep until three o'clock in the morning today."
Lin Feng raised his leg and gave a weak kick: "Get out of here, you can't learn anything else, you just talk nonsense."
Pei Wushao staggered half a step back, pretending to do so, and said with a grimace: "My lord, his true energy has been released. He must have reached the state where the three flowers gather together and the five qi are facing the Yuan Dynasty."
These strange words were brought up casually by Lin Feng when he was telling Mi'er fairy tales. Pei Wushao, who was accompanying him on both sides, actually memorized all these strange words and showed them off when he had nothing to do.
"roll!"
Lin Feng rewarded him with a word at will, turned around and picked up the ax to continue practicing.
Pei Yuanshao laughed twice, shook his gun and joined in the stretching.
After practicing for an hour, Lin Feng, who was covered in sweat, ordered his servants to prepare breakfast. He quickly washed himself and went to wake Mi'er up.
As for Yan'er, she was a little tired last night, so it wouldn't hurt to let her sleep a little longer.
Holding Mi'er's little confused face, he helped her wash her face, brush her teeth and rinse her mouth. While combing her hair awkwardly, she chatted with her without saying a word.
Mi'er complained that Lin Feng's hair was not neatly combed, so she gave him a disgusted look, and then asked Yan'er's maid to help.
After washing up, Mi'er pestered Lin Feng to feed her breakfast, allowing Lin Feng to fully enjoy the Loli-raising model. Unfortunately, she did not raise her like a daughter-in-law, but like a daughter-in-law.
After Lin Feng held Mi'er and rode dozens of laps on the martial arts arena, Yan'er yawned and walked over with the support of his personal maid.
With sharp eyes, Mi'er saw Yan'er's figure first, jumping excitedly in Lin Feng's arms.
"Sister, get up, come and compete with Mi'er to see which of us has a faster horse."
Yan'er first gouged out Lin Feng's eyes and then waved back to Mi'er.
Lin Feng laughed stupidly on the horse, feeling that his whole body was wrapped in happiness. This is what life is, isn't it?