Feng Yong and his party stopped on the official road because of Zhang Ji's intrusion.
In order not to hinder the passage of the official road, Feng Yong turned around and said to Yang Wanwan behind him, "Wei Ran, ask them to form a team and let the official road out."
Yang Wanwan nodded, turned the horse's head, raised his arms, and shouted to the troops behind him: "Complete the team, line up, and give way to the official road."
I saw a dozen cavalrymen behind them dismounting in unison, and the troops behind them fluctuated slightly. Within a few breaths, they had already formed two columns, standing neatly on the official line. On the edge of the road.
With the naked eye, not only the distance between everyone is exactly the same, but also the standing posture is exactly the same.
Standing there, it's like there are roots under your feet, straight and upright.
The official road suddenly became empty.
During the formation change, no one made any sound except for the occasional clash of weapons.
Just such an order, just such a fluctuation, made everyone nearby feel shocked.
The neat and silent steps suddenly gave them a sense of oppression.
Liu Liang returned to the crowd a little frustrated, turned around, and saw exactly this scene.
"Is that Feng...Feng Mingwen's song?"
The princes and gentlemen who had some inexplicable hostility towards Feng Yong originally wanted to say Feng Dianzi, but when the words came to their lips, they somehow turned into Feng Mingwen.
"It should be... no? Then where did Feng Mingwen get such ability?"
Someone whispered in an unconfident voice.
Although they were far apart, they were not afraid of being heard by people on the official road, but their voices involuntarily lowered their voices.
As if they had found the basis, someone immediately added, "Didn't you see? The sword-level descending tomb? You Cang Ai Qing Fong Chu Ke blocks the evil meng condemning the Yongtuan level descending wood? Harmony Falcon blows copy!"
This was agreed by most people.
In their hearts, they were subconsciously unwilling to admit that Feng Dianzi had such abilities.
Before they could calm down, they saw the window of the first of several carriages being protected by the troops was suddenly lifted, revealing a beautiful face.
The woman glanced outside curiously, then lowered the window.
Although it was just a glimpse, her gentle and beautiful appearance made people want to take a closer look.
"Who is this again?"
These young men and gentlemen all had this question in their minds at the same time.
"Feng Langjun, who is she?"
Zhang Ji naturally saw it, her expression changed slightly, she pointed at the carriage and asked.
"Oh, that's my maid."
Feng Yong didn't hear the unnaturalness in Zhang Ji's voice and explained casually.
"This Feng Manzi is really abominable!"
It is already rare to have a Guan Ji by your side, and even the maid is so outstanding, and now she wants to compete with them for Zhang Ji, as if she is not the son of a human being!
Some people could barely contain their curses.
"Is it that Amei?"
Zhang Ji had a good eye. When she saw that the woman looked familiar, she immediately remembered her.
"yes."
"Oh, she's become so beautiful?"
Zhang Ji pouted and thought to herself, isn't it true that she is dark and ugly?
"How can you become more beautiful?"
Feng Yong wanted to touch her head, but then he remembered that she was no longer a lolita, so he turned his hand in the air and scratched his nose.
Zhang Ji smiled with satisfaction, looked at Guan Ji behind Feng Yong, rolled her eyes, and said softly, "In a few days, I will go to your village with my sister. Feng Langjun, don't forget the promise you made in the letter." my business."
Feng Yong was startled after hearing this, thinking what did I promise you?
Before he could think of it, Zhang Ji smiled slyly, waved her hand, said goodbye to everyone, and walked down the official road briskly.
Feng Yong was still thinking about this little girl who had written so many letters to me and made so many requests. Which one of them had not been fulfilled for her?
Suddenly, he felt a little cold around him. He turned his head and saw Guan Ji looking elsewhere.
"Ahem, Sanniang, let's go."
For some reason, Feng Tibi suddenly felt guilty.
When he climbed on the horse, he added a superfluous explanation, "That fourth lady is still a child at heart. She wrote a letter at that time and insisted that I make up some kind of weed dog for her, haha..."
Guan Ji glanced at Feng Yong again, said "hmm" in her mouth, and said softly, "My little sister has just grown up after all, and my brother should take more responsibility."
"Yes, I have always treated her as my younger sister..."
Feng Turtle said again and again.
Li Yifu behind him sighed.
Brother, it's better not to say this - don't you know what Guan Ji called you?
After this episode, everyone on the outing watched Feng Yong's group drift away, as if their interest in the outing had also diminished.
The girls were okay, they excitedly pushed Zhang Ji aside and chattered questions they were concerned about.
But those young gentlemen seemed to have been hit by them all, and they were a little frustrated.
"This son is called the prime minister and the young hero, and there is indeed a reason for it. It is not an exaggeration to say that these troops are elite soldiers, right? What do you think, Xiuran?"
The momentum on the official road naturally attracted the attention of the owner of the peach forest. The three men who had spoken to Zhang Ji slowly walked out from the other side of the peach forest. The man named Wen Ran said something.
The man who was called Xiuren looked at the people and horses going away and smiled softly, "It's just a form, not its meaning."
"Oh, what do you mean by this?"
"Although the order is prohibited, it lacks the smell of blood. However, if this is what Feng Langjun has practiced, then he can indeed be regarded as a person who is good at training soldiers. Those soldiers, after going through battles on the battlefield, will You can become a real elite soldier very quickly."
"What Xiuran means is that they have never been on the battlefield?"
"It's not like there aren't any. Among them, I think there are a few long-looking ones who should be veterans of the battlefield. As for the others, that may not be the case."
The three of them were talking when they heard someone not far away say, "This boy is just relying on the glory of Governor Li's son, Li Langjun. What's so great about him?"
It turned out that some of the princes and princes were very unconvinced and only attributed those parts to Li Yi's name.
The man who was called Xiuren raised his eyebrows, glanced at the young men not far away, sneered "ha", and suddenly said loudly, "The warriors and minions are guarding the side, and the peerless beauties are standing by. Not your husband?"
The friends around him knew what he meant, so they loudly said, "That's true of a real man."
"Sixteen years of dedication to national policy, seventeen years of rejuvenation of Hanzhong, literary ability to write fine essays, military ability to train elite soldiers, isn't this a hero?"
"Young heroes are so! The Prime Minister's comments are truly true!"
"The people of Yizhou have benefited from making the curved shaft plow and the eight-oxen plow. Is there anyone under the weak crown of the Han Dynasty who can compare with them?"
"No one can be worthy of the words of the first young prince of the Han Dynasty and the queen of the Han Dynasty, and he is a good speaker!"
The three of them sang in harmony, which made the young men who were talking behind their backs turn red with embarrassment.
Even if some people insist on being unconvinced, what the three people said is an ironclad fact, making it impossible for people to find any fault.
"Liu Yin is already thirty and four years old. His official position is no more than a master's degree, but his body has no merit. Compared with this young gentleman, he is really ashamed."
The man who was called Xiuren said impassionedly, "The Prime Minister will be marching to the south soon. I should learn from those Dingyuan soldiers and join the army in order to live up to my life!"
"His ambition is truly admirable!"
The two friends knew that Liu Yin was good at both civil and military affairs and had always had the ambition to make great achievements. He was not as ignorant as themselves, so they immediately clasped their fists and praised him.
Zhang Ji over there heard Liu Yin's words, her eyes widened, and her affection for Liu Yin greatly increased. Her dissatisfaction with him because of the previous things has disappeared now.
I saw her move over, bend her knees and salute, "Mr. Liu's compliments to Mr. Feng are so great! I would like to thank him in advance."
Liu Yin had already admired Zhang Ji, but when he saw her behaving like this, he felt that she was polite and sensible. He laughed and said, "I'm just telling the truth. This little lady is quite popular with everyone. Rare, rare!”
The friend beside Liu Yin also smiled and said, "Little lady, I am the master of the peach forest, and so is Du Zhen. I listened to you earlier, did you want to enter this peach forest? What if you can find another one that catches my eye? Man, I allow you to come in."
Du Zhen saw that there were only women on her side. According to the rules, she could only bring one more person in. It would be inconvenient if the two women entered the depths of this peach forest.
If we find one more person, four people can enter, so there won't be any bad rumors.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ji blinked and asked, "But Mr. Du, I want to ask a question."
"Excuse me."
"Does this poem have to be written by myself?"
"That's not true. If you can find a good article that I haven't read before, that's fine."
Zhang Ji clapped her hands and said with a sweet smile, "Then it's settled. I'll either find someone who can catch your eye, or I'll find a good article. Don't forget today's promise, sir."
"I will never forget it."
Zhang Ji looked at the third person again and said politely, "May I ask this gentleman his name?"
"I don't know my name, but I just happen to be friends with these two people." The man nodded slightly, "My surname is Liu, my given name is Shen, and my courtesy name is Yahou."
"It turns out to be Mr. Liu again."
The three of them burst out laughing after hearing Zhang Ji's innocent words.
Feng Yong and others handed over the order at the gate of Jincheng and sent someone to the Prime Minister's Mansion to report. Then they went to stay in the post house and waited for the Prime Minister to send someone to deliver the order.
Because Feng Yong nominally returned to Jincheng to report on his duties, according to the rules, he could not go anywhere when he returned to Jincheng. He could only stay in the post house and wait for the next order.
As for the songs he brought back this time, in addition to his own, there were also those by Li Yi and Yang Wanwan. There were nearly a hundred people in total, but in fact they were all carefully selected from the guard team of the ranch workshop in Nanxiang, so they were all subject to Go through unified training.
Also following back to Jincheng were Fan A and the two disciples who served him.
It would be inconvenient for so many people to enter Jincheng. Zhao Guang and Wang Xun took most of them to Fengzhuang to stay first, and Amei and the remaining ten or so people followed them to live in the post house.
The reason why Feng Yong had so many stories was because the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was worried about his safety.
The Han Dynasty is full of blood and pays attention to grudges and grudges. During the Han Dynasty, there were many vendettas among the people, and even officials had records of being assassinated in the street.
This situation has also led to the phenomenon of a large number of rangers, who specialize in killing and assassination.
Until the world is in chaos, even beggars will be dragged to the battlefield to die, let alone those rangers with killing skills.
Although the wandering children were almost extinct at this time, this trend has not yet ceased.
Feng Tubeng has been causing trouble in the past two years, and I don't know how many people hate him.
If he died, although some people would go crazy with anger, there would still be people who would dance on his grave.
There were many reasons why Huang Yueying wanted Guan Ji to stay with him before, but they may not have meant protecting him - but while protecting him, a "story that the female bodyguard and I have to tell" happened, which was purely Accident.
Now that the news of the Southern Expedition has spread, the hatred attracted by Feng Tubao has reached a new level. If someone takes the risk, find a ranger from any corner and kill him directly. The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty will not even have time to cry. .
In addition, he barely qualified to form a part, so in order to avoid tragedy, the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty allowed him fifty places in the part.
The Prime Minister's Mansion quickly sent an order, asking Feng Yong to go home and rest first, and then send someone to summon him to the mansion another day.
Although he felt a little strange, Feng Tibi, who had not yet warmed up his chair in the post house, happily walked out of the post house door and followed Zhao Guang and others towards Fengzhuang.
Butler Zhao had already received the news and had been busy these past few days, waiting for his master to return home.
Today, Zhao Langjun sent a message early, saying that the Lord will arrive in Jincheng today.
So Butler Zhao walked around Zhuangzi early in the morning to see if there was anything wrong.
I saw a little kid standing on the wall, peeing, and I rushed over. First I pulled him off, spanked him on the butt, and then I grabbed the chick and flicked it a few times.
At the same time, he yelled and cursed, "Where are your adults? Didn't I tell you not to dirty the floor these days? If you smell this smell, I will stop you if you dare to do this again!"
The little baby's eyes were full of tears, but he didn't dare to cry.
When Butler Zhao let go of his little chicken, he ran away quickly, wiping his tears and crying all the way.
I saw a large piece of freshly pulled cow dung on the road, and I immediately put my hands on my hips and cursed, "Whose family does this belong to? Are you leaving this dung at your door to cook and eat at night? Where are the people? Where are they? Why don’t you shovel it away quickly?”
The master is a very clean person. He has been out for more than a year. If he comes back and sees the road being so dirty, he might think that he is not keeping this village wholeheartedly!
Not far away, a house made of mud opened its door with a creak, revealing the head of a child. He glanced at the housekeeper timidly, "Uncle Zhao, my lord has gone to the house to help."
The master was about to come back, and there wasn't much work in the fields, so everyone on the farm was called to help at the house.
"Your elders are not here, so you kid is not sensible?" Butler Zhao glared, "Isn't cleaning up cow dung just your usual job? Why are you standing there in a daze?"
"oh!"
The baby hurriedly ran over with a dustpan and squatted down to clean it up.
Just like that, the steward slapped him on the back of the head, causing the boy who was squatting to collect cow dung to almost drop his head into the dung.
"Lazy kid, I don't know how valuable this thing is when it is used in the fields. I don't see any work in my eyes. Go and call other idle kids to see if there are any other places. If you let me see you untied again, Yes, let’s see if I let you eat today!”
So the baby picked up the dustpan and ran away quickly.
I heard that today is the big day for the master's return. Everyone in the village has something to eat, but we can't spoil things.
