Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 87

"This kid is such a scoundrel, sister, you don't know, sometimes, it can really make you so angry that you can't wait to clench your teeth." Huang Yueying smiled at Zhang Xiahou's family, with a normal look, "But it's old. God has given him a whole body of knowledge, do you think it's strange?"

Ashley!
How can I say that I also look at you as an elder, and send food to the Prime Minister's mansion. Is it really okay for you to slander me like this?

With an embarrassed yet polite smile on Feng Yong's face, he stood there respectfully, scolding MMP in his heart.

Zhang Xiahou put down his sleeves, picked up the tea bowl and wanted to take a sip of tea to cover it up. After thinking about it, he put it down again. He was probably worried about something. He looked at Feng Yong and said, "Although it's September, but the sun at noon It’s not too light, Amei asks him to come in and sit, so that he won’t get sunburnt.”

Huang Yueying nodded and gestured to Feng Yong: "Come in and sit."

Feng Yong glanced at Zhang Xiahou's family gratefully and entered the pavilion. He was so self-aware that he didn't dare to sit at the stone table. He sat neatly on the farthest pony, and then curiously went to the painting that Huang Yueying was holding. look.

In that painting, there was a half-length beauty with a face that looked a bit like Guan Ji, but she was not so cold and her clothes were fluttering. It should not be Guan Ji. Guan Ji had never worn women's clothes.The beauty's expression was a little naughty and naughty, which was very Zhang Xing's charm.

Unexpectedly, Huang Yueying was good at Danqing.

"Madam is really good at holding Danqing, this painting looks like a real person." Feng Yong flattered.

"Oh?" Huang Yueying was a little surprised, "Do you recognize the woman in this painting?"

"I don't know." Feng Yong shook his head, "It's just that Madam drew so realistically, if you see it in the future, the kid will definitely recognize it."

Huang Yueying let out a sneer, put the painting on the table again, picked up the pen again and began to paint, it seemed that she was not satisfied with her work, and after a while, she said, "There is no such person in the world, this is the case. I imagined it. How could you meet me? Come on, you don't have to please me, let's talk, what's the matter? Now that the eight ox plows are in the limelight, you can come out in such a big limelight, presumably It's no ordinary trivial matter."

That's right, it's like I'm a tortoise...

"That's right, ma'am, didn't this kid get a leave of absence due to illness? These days, I've been thinking that the promotion of the eight ox plows will be important to the imperial court. I'm afraid this kid's body is heavily entrusted." With a weak gesture, Zhang Xiahou, who was next to him, couldn't help covering his mouth with his sleeves.

"Oh? So what?"

Change jobs, doesn't your husband want Zhuye Supervisor?You even did things that made Zhao Yun disgusted with his son, don't you really understand what I mean?

As a subordinate, you need to be acquainted, so that the boss will like it - well, although it seems that the old monster Zhuge may not like him very much, but he is so acquainted, does the prime minister who has a clear distinction between public and private still care about such a small person supervision order?

Therefore, it is said that people who are high officials are the most hateful!It is necessary to keep a secret when speaking, let alone doing things. This is a hint, and that is a metaphor.It's not okay to pretend that you don't understand what he means, you understand it too much, and you think others know too much... Annoying!

"Well, the kid has not recovered from his illness for a long time, so he thought that it would be better if he gave up the post of the superintendent of the smelter, and let the capable person take the top position, so as not to miss the important affairs of the prime minister."

"I'm just a woman, what's the use of talking to me about such official matters?"

What the hell!Didn't you ask me to be the supervisor of the Zhuye Supervisor at that time?Then why didn't you say that women don't do political affairs?
"After all, it was Mrs.'s responsibility at the time, and that's when I entered the Zhuye prison. Now the kid wants to beg for bones..."

"puff!"

Zhang Xiahou spit out a sip of tea again.

Feng Yong couldn't speak any longer.

"You wait and continue, don't worry about me, I'm rude!" Zhang Xiahou buried his whole head behind his wide sleeves this time, his voice came from behind the sleeves in a muffled voice, his shoulders kept twitching, and then he pulled Zhang Xing up with one hand. , walked out of the gazebo quickly, and disappeared behind the courtyard arch.

Here, Huang Yueying heard Feng Yong's words and shook her hand at the same time, and there was a large black birthmark on the face of the half-length beauty, and she glared at Feng Yong angrily and annoyed.

Feng Yong looked at her innocently, saying that he did nothing.

No way, Huang Yueying had no choice but to put down the pen, rolled up the painting hastily and put it aside, sneered: "I don't know if Feng Langjun is Guigeng this year?"

"Mrs. Hui, 16 years old."

"A 16-year-old begging for bones? Feng Yong, are you scolding the court or the prime minister?" Huang Yueying's voice became sharper, "Could it be that the big man really can't tolerate you?"

"Madam, what do you mean by this? How dare the boy do this? It's just that he has an old illness, so he..."

"Stop talking about these useless things!" Huang Yueying interrupted Feng Yong roughly, her chest heaving violently, staring at Feng Yong and asking, "Let me ask you, why are you resigning?"

The world is so big, I want to see it?
Feng Yong scratched his head, thought for a while, and then said, "I want to go to Hanzhong to collect folklore..."

Huang Yueying almost didn't catch her breath.

"A few days ago, you were still pioneering wasteland on the slope of Fengzhuang, and it didn't look like you wanted to give up your foundation. Why do you have this idea now?"

Huang Yueying really couldn't understand what this bastard was thinking.

Abandon the foundation?I never thought about giving up!Feng Zhuang was the base of Lao Tzu, how could he just let it go?

Feng Yong looked up at Huang Yueying blankly: "Madam, where did you start? The kid never thought of giving up Feng Zhuang."

"Still quibbling! You haven't married yet, and there are no other relatives in the mansion. If you are far away from the mansion, if something happens to the manor, who can call the shots? What is the difference between this and giving up the foundation?"

And so on?

"The boy is just going to collect the wind, and he can come back in two or three months. Shouldn't it be in the way?"

"Can you guarantee that there will be nothing in the house for the past three months?"

I promise an egg!In this era, there is no mobile phone and no Internet, how can I guarantee it?

"Then what about according to Madam's opinion?"

"If you want to be at ease and be your supervisor, just stay well. If you want to be on duty, go to duty. If you don't want to be on duty, then stay on your broken village and have a good time. Isn't that bad?" He said, "Don't forget that I made a bet with you at the beginning. Now, it seems that although the result has not come out, it can be guessed. The promise of keeping you safe can be fulfilled."

Understood, it seems that the old demon Zhuge still doesn't worry about going everywhere.Some regrets, the identity of a mountain disciple is also a double-edged sword, which can give himself a layer of protection and limit himself.In order to be able to stabilize himself, the old demon Zhuge can even temporarily move the position of the supervisor of the Zhuye Supervisor - although even if he occupies the position of the supervisor, it will definitely not affect the old demon Zhuge's control of the supervisor of Zhuye. That's it.

Gritting his teeth, Feng Yong thought to himself, fortunately, I still have some preparations.

(End of this chapter)