"Zhao Erlang, you are really an idiot! If you don't point it out, I will naturally pretend that I don't know about it. But now that you point it out like this, I'm afraid I will lose a good friend!" Feng Yong sighed. , I still feel good getting along with Zhao Guang. A second-generation official, handsome, with no temper, and a compatible temperament. It felt a pity to lose this friend, "Why do you have to tell me this tonight?"
"Because starting from tomorrow, I won't have to test Dalang anymore."
"Oh? Isn't that a good thing?"
"It's a good thing." Zhao Guang sighed, "Whether Dalang believes it or not, apart from the fact that the elder's orders cannot be violated, I really have no intention of ever feeling sorry for Dalang. After we say goodbye tomorrow, I may not have the face to see Dalang again. In I would like to thank Dalang in advance for your hospitality these days."
"Do you mean to say that you will never visit us again from now on?"
"If you are ashamed, why should you have the face to come to the door?"
Feng Yong sighed: "This is not good. You just said that you would order some chairs for General Zhao. If you don't come, will you ask me to send them over? The last time I met General Zhao, he said to me It seems very unpleasant, so I don’t dare to meet the old general.”
"Don't you blame me, Dalang?" Zhao Guang raised his head and looked at Feng Yong in disbelief.
"What's so strange? You didn't mean any harm to me, and you didn't do anything to disgrace the Feng family. On the contrary, you helped me a lot. Those mountains behind the Feng family, if it weren't for your help, I'd be afraid that I There's no way to include it in my name, I haven't even thanked you for this."
"Dalang shames me! How can a few barren mountains be mentioned?"
"There is a treasure on that mountain," Feng Yong winked, "If you don't believe it, I will show it to you."
"Seriously? Did Dalang come here to trick me just to make me feel better?"
"Hey! What did I do to you?" Feng Yongyong glanced at Zhao Guang dissatisfied, put on his clothes again, called Yaomei, and asked her to bring over a pot of strong tea.
"Isn't this just tea soup?" Zhao Guang picked up the tea bowl, looked at it, and denied it himself, "It doesn't look like it. It has no ginger, no garlic, and no meat and oil. It doesn't look like tea soup."
Who the hell would put so many gadgets while drinking tea? I'm not making soup.
"Tea leaves are indeed tea leaves, but the tea soup is not the tea soup that others usually drink. This tea is refined with my master's secret techniques. It is not comparable to ordinary tea soup. It is suitable for sipping slowly and slowly, and is not like drinking from a cow."
It's not impossible to drink from cows. Feng Tibi is not an elegant person anyway. In the summer, make a pot of tea and put it on the table until it cools down. When you are thirsty, pour a large bowl of it and drink it all in one gulp. It will not only relieve the heat but also reduce the heat and quench your thirst.
But you can't say that to others. If you don't improve your skills, how can you show off?
The slightly astringent tea swirled around the tongue, and then slid down the throat, followed by a faint sweetness, and the fragrance of tea lingered in the mouth.
"Wonderful!" Zhao Guang narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "The taste is not as deep as the tea soup, but it has a different mellow aroma. It is really wonderful!"
Holy shit! This is not true, is it? Is this guy really drinking tea for the first time? This is full of style!
Feng Tubiao stared blankly. Could it be said that pretending to be cool these days requires talent?
"Da Lang, you have this wonderful thing, why didn't you share it with me earlier?" Zhao Guang stretched out his hand to hold the teapot and moved it inadvertently toward him, "Why don't you eat it, Da Lang?"
Crazy, drinking tea late at night? Or is it a tea that is so strong?
"I don't like tea before bed."
Zhao Guangda was overjoyed and took the teapot into his arms: "So, can I have this tea soup to myself tonight?"
"what ever."
"Thank you so much, Dalang." Zhao Guang got the benefit and finally stepped out and walked to the door. Then he remembered that he seemed to have something to say, so he turned to Feng Yong and reminded Feng Yong, "By the way, Dalang, almost I forgot something. My aunt is coming to your house tomorrow, so I hope Dalang will make preparations as soon as possible."
Feng Yong was stunned: "Who?"
"My aunt, the Prime Minister's wife..."
I have something I don’t know whether to say or not. Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang and wanted to sneeze at him.
So this is the main reason why you made an excuse to stay at Feng Mansion tonight, right? No wonder I walked around the Feng Mansion inside and out at night.
The chief's wife also needs to be protected.
"okay, I get it."
In the end, Feng Yong nodded expressionlessly.
"Dalang is very good at cultivating qi!" Zhao Guang saw Feng Yong's expression of no surprise, praised him, turned around and went out.
"Eating more tea at night is good for your health." Feng Yong's emotionless voice sounded behind him.
"Thank you so much, Dalang."
A night of silence.
The green oilcloth ox cart swayed along the official road. The old ox pulling the cart shook his head from time to time. When he saw the tall grass growing on the roadside, he rolled his tongue and ate it. The driver in the car didn't care about the old cow's inattentive attitude in pulling the cart. He just shook the cow rope from time to time to remind the old cow not to deviate from the official road. Next to the car was a cold-faced female knight who was dressed as a warrior but could easily be seen as a woman disguised as a man.
Watching all this from a distance, Feng Yong had an inexplicable idea in his mind: Maybe the romance of the Wei and Jin Dynasties in later generations was nothing more than this, right?
Look at Zhao Guang next to him. He has dark circles under his eyes and is yawning all the time. His handsome face has lost its former look, and he looks like a child who has been high on drugs for a night.
Feng Yong smiled secretly in his heart and asked, "Erlang, who is the driver?"
"Oh, that is Zhang Shao, Zhang Gaoyuan, the second son of the Zhang family."
So Zhang Bao hasn’t died yet? Remember that he and Guan Xing died in the past few years, right? Otherwise, if Zhang Shao becomes the head of the Guan family, he will definitely not be able to be a coachman. After all, as a prince of the imperial court, if he works as a coachman for a woman, he is afraid that he will be sprayed to death by the officials in the imperial court.
By the way, why does Huang Yueying like to use juniors as coach drivers?
The bullock cart stopped in front of Feng Yong and Zhao Guang. The driver jumped out of the car and raised the curtain, only to see a woman in her thirties getting out of the cart.
As soon as Feng Yong saw the person coming, his eyes suddenly straightened, what the hell! Zhuge Lao Yao’s sexual blessing is too good, isn’t it? The slightly yellowed long hair seemed to have been carefully dyed, tied up in a high bun like a cloud, the healthy wheat-colored skin, and most importantly, the high and bulging breasts. Although the clothes were simple, a purple belt outlined her full figure. Her slim waist and extremely tall figure gave her a high-pressure aura.
This is so damn free for future generations, a completely hot and top goddess.
Didn’t you say that Zhuge Lao Yao’s wife is an ugly creature? Could this young woman have traveled through time like him? Otherwise, how can you explain this yellow hair and skin? It feels particularly close, isn't it?
Should I go up and give her the internationally popular hug? Feng Yong hesitated.
"Ahem!" Zhao Guang coughed dryly, vaguely reminded Feng Yong, then stepped forward and saluted, "My nephew has met his aunt."
Huang Yueying frowned and glanced at Feng Yong, who was in a daze. His eyes wandered, and then he saw Zhao Guang, who looked like he was overindulging in sex. The displeasure on his face became even worse: "Why do you look so haggard?"
"My good-hearted aunt learned that my nephew was very excited last night for some unknown reason and could not sleep at night, so he is so exhausted today."
"Back then, when General Zhao fought hard on the battlefield, he could sleep peacefully with his head resting on a corpse. I didn't expect you to be so squeamish. You just find yourself sleeping somewhere else and can't fall asleep. It's really disappointing." Huang Yueying scolded, " When you get back, work hard on your muscles and bones and get rid of the problems on your body."
"My aunt taught me a lesson." Zhao Guang answered honestly.
