Feng Yong sent Guan Ji to the door of the post house, and Guan Ji finally freed her arm from his hand.
The feeling that was originally like holding a warm jade suddenly became empty, and I felt a little lost.
Looking at Guan Ji's outstretched palm, she immediately put the few bamboo slips she had been holding in her hand, took off the knife hanging on her waist, and handed it over.
Finally, he touched his chest and hesitated for a moment, but made no other movements.
Guan Ji didn't know he was there, so she nodded and said, "I really want to thank Feng Langjun today."
"Why does Sanniang need to be so polite? It's just that in the future, it's better to be careful when fighting with that Huang Niangzi. This sword and gun have no eyes, no matter who it hurts, it won't be good."
Guan Ji smiled lightly, and under the lantern of the post house, it bloomed instantly like an epiphyllum at night, which made Feng Yong marvel in his heart. Such a beautiful girl, but she has been as ice-like all year round, she is really a waste of nature.
"Actually, if I hadn't just rushed here yesterday and my physical strength has not yet fully recovered, I would definitely not be at a disadvantage today."
Is it possible that this person is also very competitive?
At that moment, he had no choice but to nod his head: "Victory and defeat are common matters for military strategists. Heroes please..."
He stumbling on his tongue, and then he added: "A hero will never be discouraged just because of a temporary victory or defeat."
Guan Ji shook her head gently: "I am just a prostitute, not a hero." She said with a sad face, "Even those ladies of the world are much better than me. The beauty of a female concubine is not as good as that of a concubine."
Feng Yong thought to himself: "The so-called ladies of the world are just sold by aristocratic families as goods to be sold. The appearance of those female celebrities is just the packaging on the surface of the goods. Just like those merchants in later generations who sold their own products If the goods are packaged more glamorously, they can improve their quality and sell them at a better price. The same is true for ladies, as long as the price is right, what's so hard about getting it?"
But there is nothing we can do about it. Market demand determines market supply. If men in the world like this thing, they will naturally package it according to their preference. Look at Li Yi, it's the most typical example.
When Guan Ji said this, she glanced at Feng Yong a few more times. Seeing the disapproval on his face, her heart moved slightly and she asked tentatively: "Looking at Feng Langjun's expression, could it be that I think what I said is right?" wrong?"
Feng Yong chuckled: "You're right, why shouldn't you say it wrong? Women with outstanding appearance can attract men." Then he added another sentence in his heart, just like Li Yi, when he saw the aristocratic family The daughter of the He family was so fascinated that she couldn't walk.
When Guan Ji heard this, her face became even darker.
Unexpectedly, Feng Yong went on to say: "But the beauty of a female beauty cannot be compromised. If a woman is like this, it will only add some luster to a man's face. It is better to find a close friend. Even if the beauty of a female beauty is worse, she can be in harmony with the beauty." Wouldn’t life be better?”
Just like a beautiful girl like you, others don't know it, and I don't know it. The colder the surface is, the hotter the heart is. Just listening to what Zhao Guang said, you can tell that you have an extremely strong character. Coupled with her high martial arts skills, she is much more interesting than an ordinary girl from aristocratic families.
Guan Ji lowered her head, revealing her long neck, which was as graceful as that of a swan. Her expression was invisible, and her voice was a little erratic: "Feng Langjun's words are quite different."
"That's right." Feng Yong said with a smile, "I wish to know my loved ones until we grow old together. Isn't it the happiest thing in the world?"
At the moment, I just felt that Guan Ji was as cold as before. I didn't expect that after this conversation, her words would be so docile, and she once again confirmed in her mind that she just concluded that people cannot be judged by their appearance.
Guan Ji finally turned around and looked at Feng Yong, her eyes filled with water: "A man should make great contributions, how can he be so affectionate as a son and daughter?"
"One general's achievements have led to tens of thousands of bones being withered, and he regrets teaching his husband to find a title. The world has been in chaos for forty years, and how many great men have turned into withered bones in their tombs? If one general's achievements are to be used, how much more can there be than tens of thousands of bones to wither?" Feng Yongqing He sighed, "It's just a pain to the people of the world."
Guan Ji's eyes shone with a strange light, and she thought to herself, Feng Langjun's literary talent is really extraordinary, and it's just like that. It is said that Cao Zhi, the son of the thief Cao, has all the talent in the world and is unparalleled by anyone. It seems that they are just lies. I am afraid that Feng Langjun will not give in a single point. If a big man can still be so elegant, it seems that his luck will not be bad.
With this thought in his mind, he nodded and said: "Feng Langjun's words have completely explained the affairs of the world. Back then, the late emperor, late father and third uncle saw the yellow scarf causing chaos in the world, so they swore together that they wanted to To give the world peace again, I never thought..."
At this point, Guan Ji stopped talking, but could not continue.
Feng Yong quickly comforted him: "The dead are gone, but the living are like this. This world, after all, is the world of Han, and it will not change."
"Does Feng Langjun also think that this big man will eventually recover?"
"Everywhere the sun and moon shine, and wherever rivers reach, are all Han." Feng Yong said these words, and felt proud in his heart. He smiled confidently at the moment, "The Han has always been there, but it's not the time to revive."
"Feng Langjun, you are truly a young hero. What the Prime Minister said is true." Guan Ji took a few steps back and bent her knees for the first time to perform a blessing ceremony for a woman. "If one day, Langjun can really fulfill his promise, I will Even if you kowtow to your husband, you are willing to do so."
After saying that, he took a few steps back, then turned around and walked towards the post house, disappearing into the darkness.
What the hell...
Feng Yong stood there blankly, thinking what did I just say? Why do you have to be mean-mouthed?
Returning to her room in the post house, Amei saw Feng Yong coming back and quickly helped him wash his hands, and then served the food that had been prepared long ago.
Looking at the steaming food, Feng Yong moved his index finger. When he went out during the day, he only drank some chicken soup to warm his stomach. After such a long time, he was already very hungry. Seeing the food carefully prepared by Amei, How can I bear the food?
Just as he picked up the chopsticks and started to use them, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Zhao Guang shouted, "Brother, why are you coming back just now? I can't wait any longer."
As he said that, he rushed over and reached out to grab the chicken legs on the table. Feng Yong picked up the chopsticks and knocked them down hard, yelling: "How many times have I told you not to listen? Go and wash your hands!"
There was a "pop" sound, but Zhao Guang didn't hide away, so he had to take it back and blow air repeatedly, and followed Amei to wash his hands angrily.
After he came back after washing his hands, he asked Amei to go to Zhao Guang's room to get the desk, then divide some of the food and drinks on his desk and give him a new portion.
Just then when I was about to take off my chopsticks, I suddenly remembered something. I pointed at the food on the table and told Amei, "Send these food to Lady Guan quickly and make me another one when you come back."
Zhao Guang, who was drinking chicken soup happily, heard this and said quickly: "Brother, can I also send this food to Sister Huang? I will ask Amedo to make some later, and I will join my brother later." It’s time to eat again. The food in this inn is really unpalatable, and I didn’t eat much for dinner.”
Feng Yong glanced sideways at the bowl he was holding: "Would you like to give the chicken soup in your hand as well?"
