Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 35 Are you here too?
"Zhao Erlang, you're really stupid! If you don't point it out, I'll assume I don't know about it. But now that you point it out like this, I'm afraid I'll lose a good friend!" Feng Yong sighed , The feeling of getting along with Zhao Guang is still good.A second-generation official. He is handsome, but he has no temper, and his temperament is compatible. It is a pity to lose this friend. "Why do you have to tell me about this tonight?"

"Because from tomorrow, I won't have to test Dalang again."

"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 life of the elders cannot be violated, I really have no intention of being sorry for Dalang. After I say goodbye tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't have the face to see Dalang again. Thank you in advance for your hospitality these days."

"You mean you won't come to the door again from now on?"

"I'm ashamed, what face is there to face?"

Feng Yong sighed: "It's not very good. You just said that you want to make some chairs for General Zhao. If you don't come, would it be possible for me to send them over? The last time I met with General Zhao, he told me It seems very unpleasant, so I don't dare to see 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 be sorry to Feng's house. Instead, you helped a lot. If you didn't help the mountains behind Feng's house, I'd be afraid of me. There is no way to be included in the name, and I haven’t thanked you for this matter.”

"Dalang is ashamed of me! How many barren mountains are there?"

"There are treasures on that mountain," Feng Yong winked, "If you don't believe it, I'll bring it to you to see."

"Really? Is Dalang trying to make fun of me in order to ease my heart?"

"Hey! What am I telling you to do?" Feng Yong gave Zhao Guang a dissatisfied look, put on his clothes again, and called Yaomei to come over with a pot of strong tea.

"Isn't this just tea soup?" Zhao Guang took the tea bowl, looked at it, and denied it himself, "It's not like it. No ginger, no garlic, and no meat oil, it's not like tea soup."

Who the hell put so much stuff in a cup of tea?I'm not making soup.

"Tea is indeed tea, but the tea soup is not the tea soup that others usually drink. This tea is refined by my master's secret technique, which is comparable to ordinary tea soup. It is suitable for small sips and slowly drinking tea, not for cattle."

It's not impossible to drink cattle, anyway, Feng Tubie is not an elegant person.In the summer, you can make a pot of tea, put it on the table and wait for it to cool. When you are thirsty, pour a big bowl and drink it in one gulp.

But you can't say that to others. If you don't improve your coercive style, how can you pretend to be coercive?
The slightly astringent tea turned around on the tongue, and then slid down the throat, followed by a faint sweetness, and the tea fragrance in the mouth lingered.

"Wonderful!" Zhao Guang squinted his eyes, shook his head and said, "The taste is not as deep as the tea soup, but it doesn't have a mellow fragrance. It's really wonderful!"

I rely on!This is not true, is it?Is this guy really drinking tea for the first time?It's so full!
Feng Tubie's eyes narrowed. Could it be that in these days, pretending to be forceful also requires talent?
"Dalang, why didn't you share this wonderful thing with me earlier?" Zhao Guang stretched out his hand to hold the teapot and moved towards him inadvertently, "Why doesn't Dalang eat it?"

Neuropathy, drinking tea at night?Or is it specially made for such a strong tea?
"I don't like tea before going to bed."

Zhao Guangguang was overjoyed and took the teapot directly into his arms: "So, I can enjoy this tea soup tonight?"

"what ever."

"Thank you so much, Dalang." Zhao Guang got the benefit, and finally walked out and walked to the door. Then he remembered that he seemed to have something to say, so he turned his head and reminded Feng Yong, "That's right, Dalang, almost I forgot one thing. My aunt will come to your house tomorrow, and I hope Dalang will be ready as soon as possible."

Feng Yong was stunned: "Who?"

"My aunt, the Prime Minister's wife..."

I have a sentence I don't know if I should say it or not?Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang and wanted to spray him with MMP.

So this is the main reason for your excuse to live in Feng Mansion tonight, isn't it?No wonder he turned around the Feng Mansion inside and out at night.

The chief's wife also needs security.

"okay, I get it."

In the end, Feng Yong nodded expressionlessly.

"Da-lang is very skilled in nourishing his qi!" Zhao Guang admired Feng Yong's expression without any surprise, and turned around to go out.

"Eat more tea at night, it's good for the body." Feng Yong's emotionless voice sounded behind him.

"So thank you Dalang."

Silent all night.

The blue oilcloth ox cart swayed along the official road, and the old cow who pulled the cart shook his head from time to time, and saw the tall grass growing on the side of the road, his tongue rolled, and he ate it.The driver in the car didn't care about Lao Niu's inattentive attitude when pulling the cart, but shook the rope from time to time to remind Lao Niu not to deviate from the official road.Next to the car was a cold-faced female knight who was dressed as a samurai, but it was obvious at a glance that she was a woman disguised as a man.

Looking at all this from a distance, an inexplicable thought popped into Feng Yong's mind: Probably the Wei and Jin romances of later generations are just like that, right?

Looking at Zhao Guang next to him, the dark circles under his eyes were yawning, and his handsome face had lost the look of the past.

Feng Yong smiled inwardly and asked, "Erlang, who is the driver?"

"Oh, that's Zhang Family Erlang Zhang Shao Zhang Gaoyuan."

So Zhang Bao hasn't hung up yet?Remember that he and Guan Xing died in the past few years?Otherwise, if Zhang Shao became the head of the Guan family, he would definitely not be the driver.After all, as a prince of the imperial court, if he were to be a driver for a woman, he would be sprayed to death by those officials in the court.

In other words, what kind of eccentricity does Huang Yueying like to use juniors as coachmen?
The ox cart stopped in front of Feng Yong and Zhao Guang, the driver jumped out of the car, lifted the curtain, and saw a woman in her thirties getting out of the car.

When Feng Yong saw the person coming, his eyes suddenly straightened, this Nima!Zhuge Lao Yao's bliss is too good, isn't it?The slightly yellow hair looks as if it had been carefully dyed, and the bun is like a cloud, the wheat-colored healthy skin, and the most important thing is the high raised breast. The slim waist and extremely tall figure gave her a high-pressure aura.

Such a special release, a proper hot top goddess.

Don't you say that Zhuge Lao Yao's wife is ugly?Could this young woman have crossed over like him?Otherwise, how do you explain this yellow hair and this skin?It feels very close, don't you think?

Should I go up and give her the internationally popular hug?Feng Yong hesitated.

"Cough!" Zhao Guang coughed dryly, reminding Feng Yong vaguely, and then stepped forward to salute, "My nephew has seen my aunt."

Huang Yueying frowned, glanced at Feng Yong who was in a daze, his eyes wandered, and then he saw Zhao Guang who looked overly indulgent, his face even more displeased: "Why is his face so haggard?"

"The good aunt learned that my nephew was so excited last night for some reason that he couldn't sleep at night, so he was so tired today."

"When General Zhao fought on the battlefield, he was able to sleep peacefully even with his head resting on the bones. I didn't expect you to be so squeamish, but it was disappointing that you couldn't fall asleep when you slept in another place." Huang Yueying scolded, " After I go back, I have to work my muscles and bones to get rid of the problems in my body.”

"What my aunt taught me." Zhao Guang answered honestly.

(End of this chapter)