Wang Ping immediately took out a few greeting cards from his sleeves and said: "These are all my colleagues in the military camp. When I learned that my son was serving in Zhuye Supervisor, he asked me to ask them. Oxen to plow, what kind of regulations is this?"
Wang Xun also took out a stack of greeting cards from his sleeves and said with a wry smile: "After I went off duty, many people wanted to entertain me, but I declined them all."
Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, then he took the invitation back, nodded, and said, "I understand, just treat it as if I didn't say anything about this."
At the same time, I thought to myself, my child has Feng Langjun and Zhao Erlang to support him, so he doesn’t have to worry about his future. How can I delay my child for my own selfish gain? As for those enthusiastic colleagues these days...go away! You have never been so attentive before, why am I coming here differently?
The father and son were talking when suddenly there was a knock on the door, and at the same time someone shouted: "Is General Wang at home?"
This unexpected sound made the two of them look at each other. Since they moved here, very few people have come to this small yard of their house. This is the first time for someone to come directly to the door like this.
Just as Wang Xun was about to get up and open the door, Wang Ping stopped him: "Wait a minute."
"Sir, what do you mean by this?" Wang Xun was a little stunned, "Isn't there someone outside the door calling you, sir?"
Wang Ping pondered for a moment and said: "It's right to call me, but you may not be looking for me. Just stay away for a moment and wait for me to open the door. If I don't ask you to come out, don't let others know that you are at home."
At the same time, Zhao Guang, who was on duty at the same time as Wang Xun, had just returned to his house when he heard a message from his servants, saying that the old general had ordered that if Erlang came back, he would go to the courtyard where the martial arts was performed.
When Zhao Guang heard this, his legs suddenly trembled a little uncontrollably, and he asked in a low voice: "How is your mood today, sir?"
"Many guests came today, all of them are the old general's former subordinates. The old general was very interested and even went to the martial arts field to practice martial arts."
"That's good, as long as you're in a good mood."
After hearing this, Zhao Guang finally felt confident and his legs miraculously stopped shaking. He immediately walked towards the martial arts field.
Before they even arrived, they heard people shouting and fighting in the yard where they were performing martial arts, and there were bursts of cheers from time to time.
"General, you are really getting stronger with age. When you dance with this silver spear, you are still as brave as before!"
"That is, when the general was in Changbanpo, how powerful was a silver spear? His shirt was like soaking in a pool of blood, and he killed the Cao thief so much that he didn't even dare to get close..."
At that moment, someone laughed: "Remember when you were in Jiangxia? How can you say it as if you saw it with your own eyes?"
"Although I have never met him in person, my life-and-death brother was following General Zhao all the way..."
"Didn't all the troops who followed the general die in the battle?"
"Old man, do you want to stir up trouble? It's not good for you to taste the power of my sword!"
"Come as you come, do you think I'm afraid of you, my pawn?"
The two of them were talking and going off to compete again.
"Stop arguing, aren't you looking for Erlang?" Zhao Yun shouted, and nodded to Zhao Guang, who was walking over, "Isn't this coming? A bunch of reckless men, who are good at holding a knife, insist on being clumsy and clumsy. It's uncomfortable to hear people flatter you! I'm not blind, can't I see the frivolity in your hearts? They are all uncles and uncles. If you have anything to say, just ask them directly. There is no need to be polite to him. "
When Zhao Guang heard his master's words, he immediately felt like an abandoned child. Am I really not his biological son?
Seeing a group of uncles and uncles gathered around him with kind smiles on their faces, Zhao Guang felt that he might as well practice martial arts with the adults and let them practice!
"I haven't seen you for a long time, but Erlang is getting more and more handsome! The concubine I just took in last year gave birth to a girl last month. She is so pretty. Do you want Erlang to make a decision first? She will be used to warm her when she grows up. The couch is also very nice..."
"Go away! Shameless old man! Can a one-month-old girl tell whether she is beautiful or not? Erlang, don't listen to his nonsense. Listen to me, I still have two girls at home. If you have a chance, sleep with me." When I went to the house, I called you brother after all. It’s always right to get closer..."
Zhao Guang felt that he really wanted to die!
"Brother, save me, brother, save me!"
Feng Yong had not been wandering for a few days, and while he was having lunch, Zhao Guang ran to Feng's house and shouted for help, and pounced on Feng Yong, almost knocking over the food on the table.
"Are you going to die?" Feng Yong stretched out his hand to protect the dining table and pushed the guy against him with one foot. "If you have something to say, please tell me. Your master is Old General Zhao. Who is blind enough to dare to kill you?"
"That's the one who wants to kill me, brother!" Zhao Guang avoided Feng Yong's feet, came over and grabbed a chicken pancake, and bit it in an imageless manner, without any trace of the demeanor of a famous general.
"Speak clearly!" Feng Yong frowned.
"Oh wow wow#*..."
Zhao Guang, whose mouth was full of food, couldn't tell what happened.
Seeing Wang Xun who followed with an embarrassed look on his face, Feng Yong suppressed his anger and asked, "Zishi, tell me, what happened?"
Wang Xun cupped his hands and bowed first: "I've met my brother."
"My brothers don't have to do this." Feng Yong waved his hand and motioned to Yaomei, who had poked her head in to see what was going on, and asked someone to put out two meals. "Zishi, come sit down and talk carefully."
The thing is actually very simple. The root cause is still caused by Ba Niu Li. Not to mention Zhao Guang, even Wang Xun has been having trouble at home recently. There are more guests visiting these days than in the past few years combined. Now the two of them have developed a phobia of returning home, fearing that they will be blocked by others when they return home.
Feng Yong laughed loudly after hearing this, and nodded to Zhao Guang: "What a good thing, here is my one-month-old daughter! In fifteen or sixteen years, you will be thirty years old, and there will be a fifteen or six-year-old girl." My daughter has given you a warm bed, why are you still not satisfied?"
Zhao Guang rolled his eyes. He didn't know whether he was protesting what Feng Yong said or was choking. After trying hard to swallow the food in his mouth, he said: "Those uncles and uncles are all tall and thick. How can such a nifty daughter be so naughty? And the two sisters who said they want to be close to me are almost as thick as the cooks in your house. If it were my brother, how dare I do that? "
"Where is Zishi? Your marriage should be settled this time, right?"
Wang Xun smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Brother, don't make fun of me anymore. How can anyone be willing to marry me like this? However, there are quite a few people who give gifts, and they are not light, so the adults have rejected them."
Feng Yong nodded, indicating that he understood.
Zhao Guang's father is the General of Zhendong and the Marquis of Yongchang Ting. It is not a joke if others really want to get married to Zhao Guang. These days, concubines have no human rights and are often given away. Not to mention, how high can the status of a child born from a concubine be? To be given to Zhao Guang as a concubine is a high ranking.
If they really get married, not only can they achieve their goals, but they can also get a good marriage, so why not? But Wang Xun was different. Although he had recently received the title of Yilang, the label of being non-Han in people's eyes could not be erased anytime soon, so most people chose to use money to pave the way.
