In the Shu Han Dynasty, the will of the old demon Zhuge cannot be violated, and Feng Yong knows this very well. Some people may not know it yet, but Zhuge Lao Yao will quickly let them know what will happen if they violate it.
For example, Li Yan felt that he was very awesome. A few years later, he wanted to compete with Zhuge Yao: You, Zhuge, are the chief, and I am the deputy. There is only one position difference between us when we go to court. Let me tell you something. What happened to the bad words? Then Lao Zhu slapped him in the face and said, "Go and herd the sheep for me!" Li Yan could only run to herd the sheep in despair.
Li Yan, who was also selected by Liu Bei as the Tuogu Minister, couldn't resist Zhuge Lao Yao's slap, and Feng Yong had no brains to challenge Zhuge Lao Yao. So when he saw Bingshan Girl being given away, he could only sigh that his vague feelings were strangled to death before they even sprouted - if an emotional experience that he didn't even say a word to others could be considered an emotion.
"Eh? Why aren't you leaving yet?" Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang beside him who had no intention of leaving, and asked curiously, "If you don't rush back before the city gate is locked, I'm afraid you will have to stay outside the city all night. "
Unexpectedly, Zhao Guang said with a smile: "I'm afraid I'm going to disturb Dalang for the whole night tonight. Even if I rush back at this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the city before Luo Yao. It's better to borrow a room in the village." Stay.”
Yo ho! Feng Yong laughed angrily on the spot, looked at the sun that had not yet set, pointed at Zhao Guang and sighed: "Apart from the title, if you become an official in the future, you will definitely be a higher official than your eldest brother. "
"Dalang is so complimentary."
"You misunderstood. I wasn't praising you. I was saying that you are pretty good at telling lies with your eyes open. You should be much thicker-skinned than your brother."
After saying that, he ignored Zhao Guang, who had a frozen smile, and turned around to leave.
It's okay to just come here to eat and drink during the day, but now it's better. After eating during the day, you can stay and continue eating at night. After eating at night, you have to arrange a place for him to sleep.
Damn it, the more I think about it, the more I feel like I am raising a son for Zhao Yun? Should I ask him for some child support? Feng Yong thought as he walked.
With the current familiarity and friendship between Feng Yong and Zhao Guang, staying with him overnight is not a problem. The problem is that you went through the front yard, the back yard, the inner yard and the outer yard, and finally came to me and told me that you wanted to sleep on the same bed with me. What do you mean?
"Get out of here!" Feng Yong angrily kicked Zhao Guang, who rushed into the bedroom without knocking, "Sleep wherever you fall in love. I'm not used to sleeping with others."
Zhao Guang avoided it with a deft move, but his eyes were fixed on Feng Yong's lower body.
"Hey, Da Lang, these obscene pants of yours are so unique. Can you let me have a look?"
Damn it! Feng Yong almost spit out blood.
On this hot day, of course I want to sleep as cool as possible at night! So a few days ago I drew a large pair of underpants and gave it to Yaomei. I originally wanted her to guide the only maid in the house to make some according to the drawing. Unexpectedly, Yaomei is not very good at literacy, but she is quite good at being a female celebrity. She actually made it by herself at such a young age.
Feng Yong was surprised by this for a long time and told the housekeeper about it. Unexpectedly, the housekeeper looked calm: "Yao Mei is the Lord's personal maid. Yaomei is responsible for the Lord's food, clothing and daily life."
What I mean is, Lord, don’t act like a country bumpkin. This is a basic operation, so don’t be surprised.
"Big pants, these are cool to wear when sleeping in summer, you don't understand."
"I want to cool down too."
Then go run naked!
I had no choice but to find one I hadn't worn and throw it to him.
Zhao Guang held up his big pants and looked at it carefully, and said in surprise: "It's novel to be able to do it."
"Okay, I've given you the things. Now you quickly find a room to sleep in. Remember, you can't go to the one on the right next door. That's Yaomei's wing."
Zhao Guang looked disappointed: "Why is Dalang so unkind?"
"You have something to say. If you don't sleep, I will still sleep. I am not blind or deaf. Why do you have to come to me so late to tell me something?" Feng Yong squinted.
Zhao Guang behaved a little abnormally today. Feng Yong was not a fool. He might not have reacted at first, but now that he saw this guy running around Feng's house and finally ran to his room, he suddenly understood that this guy had something to say to him. ah!
Zhao Guang scratched his head and felt a little embarrassed: "Am I so obvious?"
"Obviously." Feng Yong nodded, "Sit down and tell the long story, and speak the short story as soon as possible. I want to rest early."
Zhao Guang was a little nervous and found a chair nearby to sit down, and twisted his body: "This chair in Dalang's house is quite comfortable. Can you make a few for me? My waist and legs are not good. I have been sitting on my knees for a long time. Very tired."
There were no chairs in the Three Kingdoms. Feng Yong specifically asked Ding Er's family from the village to make this chair. The workmanship was pretty good.
"Old General Zhao is already old. Sitting on his knees for a long time is indeed bad for his health. But you won't come to me to talk about this at night, right?"
Zhao Guang looked away, not daring to look at Feng Yong, and said with a hint of embarrassment: "Da Lang, if I say that I had an ulterior motive in getting close to you from the beginning, would you believe it?"
What is close and not close? That’s disgusting to say!
"Believe it, why don't you believe it?" Feng Yong nodded, "You approached me, you must have been instigated by others, right?"
"Yes." Zhao Guang turned his head and glanced at Feng Yong, then nodded bitterly, "But do you know who Da Lang is?"
"Hi!" Feng Yong sneered, "You don't need to tell me, I can guess it. Is it Mr. Zhuge... ahem, Prime Minister?"
"Ah? Why did you think it was the prime minister?" After a pause, Zhao Guang smiled bitterly, "How should we start talking about this?"
"Although you used to come to my house often, you didn't come every day. But after I met the Prime Minister, you came to my house all day long to hang out. You asked everyone who could be asked by the manor, right? Did you ask for anything?"
Zhao Guang stood up with a face of shame and apologized. He really didn't expect that his actions these days would be seen by his master.
"Whatever the Prime Minister wants to know, just ask me face to face. If you can tell me, I will tell you everything."
Does Feng Zhuang have any secrets? To outsiders, maybe. For example, for the Zhuji Wengzhi, the housekeeper valued it more than his own life. For the sake of it, he could even ignore Feng Yong's humiliation of his own housekeeper.
For example, they teach the children on the village to read and instill the awareness of lining up in the children. This makes people have to wonder whether the mountain gate behind Feng Yong reappears in the world to absorb new blood, or to prepare for certain actions in the future?
But none of this is a secret to Feng Yong, because the biggest secret is himself.
Zhao Guang felt ashamed, "I actually don't know what the Prime Minister wants to know. He just asked me to tell him in detail what I saw and heard every day."
I understand, Old Demon Zhuge seems to have a strong desire for control! If you look at history, you will know that all matters, big and small, are handled personally. No one has this idea of having everything in their hands.
