Watching the two girls in the field writhing up and down, and the sound of fighting could not be heard, Feng Yong sighed: "There are so many tiger girls!"
Zhao Guang nodded in agreement and said: "In the past, the late emperor also had this emotion. He told the prime minister that most of the generals he hated would be followed by tiger girls. If they are tiger sons, there is no need to worry about having no successors."
Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang and found that he was very serious when he said this. He didn't look like he was joking. He thought about it and said, "Do you really think so?"
"What's wrong with this? Didn't my brother just say that there are so many tiger girls?"
Sure enough, a simple life is happier!
Feng Yong thought to himself, Liu Bei obviously said that men like you, second-generation officials, can't compare to women. You really let him down. You obviously admire women, but you actually hate men. You still look so proud of yourself. Seriously... ugh!
Why do your adults always dislike you? I think I already know the reason.
However, this legend about Liu Daer's vicious eyes seems to be true. He actually saw the hidden worries of Shu Han before he was alive, that is, there are no successors, but what's the use of that? Even though he knew he had no successor, he still had to ruin his family's wealth before he was willing to do so, which made his honest son worry every day when he first became emperor.
The second generation failed to live up to expectations, and you didn't dare to delegate power to the local families that could provide you with talents. So you had to use foreign generals after repeated calculations. But it's not like you can use the surrendered generals from outside. It depends on God's face. With Wang Ping, it was God's favor, and with Jiang Wei, God probably made an exception because God saw that the big man was once his own son.
As for the old demon Zhuge, taking care of all the big and small things and not giving newcomers a chance to come forward - damn, after the old demon Zhuge died, he still left a few people to support Liu Chan. The people he left behind were almost dead, and there were no more after decades. Seeing which talent can emerge, a bunch of villains are jumping happily, but in the end, don't they have to rely on their direct disciples to support them?
Ten years of gathering, ten years of lessons.
Zhuge Laoyao spent two years in the center, and three years after reorganizing, he started the Northern Expedition.
You haven't been able to train a slightly outstanding person in thirty years, and then you blame him for being too awesome during his lifetime?
Could it be that Old Demon Zhuge has been put in a coffin and buried in the earth for decades, and he can still exude terrifying spiritual power to suppress the talents of Shu, preventing them from getting ahead? Do you think it's fantasy?
To put it bluntly, the next generation is still ineffective—but the ones that are effective are short-lived.
If it doesn't work, just cultivate people who can. But the intellectual resources are not in your own hands, they are all in the aristocratic family. Who can you blame? He has no political talent internally, so he only cares about his health, and externally he has no regard for national strength and frequently uses troops. However, Adou, who is in control of the power, is a good old man. He just wants to make peace, but in the end it turns out to be a mess.
The superstructure is failing and the economic base is unwilling to support it. Its collapse is an inevitable choice of history. The reason why Ma Dabeard's theory became a worldwide theory is not just because of his facial hair. People have been studying it for decades.
"Brother, it's windy here. Let's leave here first and go over there to avoid the limelight, right?"
Feng Yong was sighing with emotion when Zhao Guang opened his mouth and pointed to the entrance of the horse path on the city wall.
"Then what should they do?" Feng Yong pointed at the two girls who were struggling in surprise.
Zhao Guang looked nonchalant: "What else can I do? When the two sisters are tired, they will stop naturally. Before they stop by themselves, I don't dare to step forward to dissuade them. After all, with my skills like this, Stepping forward to dissuade someone is no different than committing suicide."
It’s a very hard job for you, my little brother!
Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang with pity, remembering how he was beaten by Guan Ji a few days ago until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
You can't beat this sister, you can't beat that sister, and you don't dare to be presumptuous when another sister becomes the queen. Looking at her weird face, she probably won't be a fuel-efficient lamp when she grows up - Sometimes even a little girl can fool you around.
Alas, the picture is so beautiful that I can’t even imagine it.
"Were they often like this before?"
Feng Yong and Zhao Guang huddled at the entrance of the horse track, poking their heads out to take a look from time to time.
Zhao Guang listened and nodded: "It often happens like this. Every year when Sister Huang returns to Jincheng to pay homage to General Huang, she will go to Sister Guan to have a discussion."
Is this a discussion? Are you sure this isn't desperate?
Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang with strange eyes, thinking that the discussion in your mouth was really beyond my expectation, and asked: "How long do we have to wait?"
Zhao Guang looked helpless: "I can't say for sure, sometimes an hour or two, sometimes even a day."
"One day? No food or drink? Just fighting?"
Feng Yong was really frightened this time, thinking that even if they had martial arts skills, they were different, they were a group with strong physical strength.
"How can there be such a fierce general in this world?" Zhao Guang said with a smile, "In the past, my master held His Majesty in his arms and broke through the siege. He also had to escape from Cao Cao's thieves from time to time and rest for a while to regain his strength. What about the two sisters? That time it was because they were tired from beating. They rested again, rested, and then beat again. This lasted a day. If my aunt hadn't taken action, I would have lit a torch and continued. However, after that incident, the two sisters were unable to get out of bed for three days. From then on, the two of them could not get out of bed again. Don’t act like that.”
Feng Yong breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, this makes sense! Otherwise, this person has martial arts skills, one day?
The wretched Feng Tuchel suddenly had an idea. Huang Yueying had martial arts skills, but Zhuge Yaoyao was a scholar. If the difference in physical strength was really that huge, between the couple... Hehe, I'm afraid it's not a big deal. Humanity!
Seeing his brother suddenly showing an indescribable smile, Zhao Guang felt a little guilty and asked, "What did you think of again?"
"Nothing. I was just thinking about why in Sichuan, God loves women but doesn't look at men differently." Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang.
Zhao Erha's IQ suddenly went up, his face turned a little red, and he argued hurriedly: "My brother is also a young hero, how can he be humble?"
I am saying that you are too weak. What does it have to do with whether I am a young hero or not? Besides, I’m not a shitty young hero! Just look at the two tiger girls over there, which one is not more heroic than me?
Seeing the contempt in Feng Yong's eyes, Zhao Guang came over and said mysteriously: "Brother, don't look down on me like this. In fact, there is a reason why Sichuan has so many female heroes."
"What do you mean?" Feng Yong asked strangely, thinking that you are a weakling, do you still have a reason?
Zhao Guang glanced around.
"If you want to say it, say it quickly. There are soldiers guarding us here, so why are there others?"
"Brother, do you know my Third Uncle Zhuge?"
"Which third uncle?"
Feng Yong was stunned, thinking that I am quite familiar with this third uncle's name, but his name is not Zhuge's Third Uncle, his name is Nanpai's Third Uncle.
"He is the prime minister's younger brother. I usually call him Third Uncle."
"One dragon, one tiger, one..." Feng Yong almost bit off his tongue before he stopped himself from saying the word "dog".
