When Feng Lan walked into the study, Feng Xin was still sitting in place, and her expression didn't look very good.

This kid actually dared to show his face to Lao Tzu.

Feng Lan stared at Feng Xin's face that looked like herself, very dissatisfied.

Feng Lan lived in the City Lord's Mansion, on the one hand, to get back the Phoenix Order as soon as possible, and on the other hand, to supervise Feng Xin and Ye Lingyue.

Fortunately, he also found out at this time.

Although Feng Xin and Ye Lingyue had a close relationship, they both slept in separate rooms, and they did not have any transgressions.

After many days of contact, he also noticed that Feng Xin was excellent in all aspects except for not knowing martial arts and being weaker.

He is an eight-sided man, even the mercenaries in the city are subdued by him, and he also handles the affairs of the mercenary city in an orderly manner, this kid can be regarded as a business wizard.

Feng Lan had also secretly tested Feng Xin, who taught him these things.

Feng Xin just replied lightly, because his mother was busy when he was a child, he often accompanied his mother in the account room, and his mother would receive people from all walks of life, so he was exposed to it and learned a lot.

When he heard these words, Feng Lan was a little stunned.

When he got along with Feng Xin, he wanted to know more about this day that he had been unfamiliar with for many years, but he didn't expect that in the contact, it was Qingfeng who knew more.

In my impression, the woman who should have been rude and willful seemed to be becoming more and more blurred, but on the contrary, it was the capable and generous head of the family in the mouth of Steward Mu.

Feng Xin's mouth, a gentle and strong mother.

"Today, I need to go to the Mercenary Alliance to check the year-end account books, and the matter of teaching will be taught by the Dizun on my behalf. Approaching the end of the year, Feng Xin is also busy.

The affairs in the mercenary alliance made him flawless to teach Feng Lan again for a while.

"Dizun, you let that woman teach me? You deliberately corrected me, that woman, looking at me, looked at me as if I owed her millions of silver. ”

Feng Lan strongly expressed dissatisfaction.

Before he fell into a coma, he was also a well-known beautiful boy in Beiqing, and every time he went out, he could receive countless admiring eyes and various sachets sent by girls.

But after more than ten years of being in a coma, when he woke up, everything changed.

Inexplicably, he married Qingfeng and had an extra son.

It's already a headache, and I've met a yin and yang weird earthly venerable.

If it is said that Feng Lan has been getting along well with many people in the City Lord's Mansion for a while, then there are only two people, and he is not right.

One is the Heavenly Venerable, and the other is the Earth Venerable.

For Tianzun, Feng Lan hated it for no reason.

As for Dizun, on the contrary, she hated Feng Lan for no reason.

This made Feng Lan very helpless, he often secretly wondered, he was also a talent, why did that yin and yang woman not give him a good face every time he saw her.

You don't owe Dizun millions, you just owe her a memory, Feng Xin thought secretly.

"Dizun runs the Tsutenkaku, and she's a little better at handling the accounts than I am. "Some of Feng Xin's business methods were originally taught by Qingfeng.

Although Dizun was annoyed that Feng Lan didn't remember himself, he spoke coldly to Feng Lan.

But Feng Xin noticed that Dizun appeared near the study very frequently these days, as for whether he cared about him as a son or Lao Tzu, only Dizun himself knew.

As he spoke, the door opened.

"If you don't want to learn, get out. ”

Dizun, who came in with a cold wind, tightened his face and glared at Feng Lan viciously.

On the battlefield, Feng Lan, who was accustomed to life and death, shrunk his neck for no reason, sat back with his head down, and picked up an account book weakly, looking like a good student.

Feng Xin couldn't help but think back to an old tradition in Feng Mansion.

It is said that the successive Feng Kings have a harmless problem, that is, fear of guilt, and now it seems that although Feng Lan has no memory, the problem is still there.

At least, Feng Lan dared to yell at Feng Xin, who was his son, but in front of Dizun, he only scolded behind his back at most, in front of him, but he didn't dare to roar loudly.

Seeing that Feng Lan didn't say a word, Dizun's face softened slightly.

Even the look on Feng Xin's face on the side, she didn't notice it.

In Feng Xin's opinion, Dizun was still the same, with gauze wrapped in his face, but Feng Xin noticed that Dizun changed out of the black robe he had been wearing and changed into a well-cut purple jacket skirt.

Feng Xin hid the smile between her lips and closed the door, leaving a room of warmth.

There was life in the room, Feng Lan and Di Zun sat on one side, and there was a table in the middle, and today's lecture began.

Feng Lan was still muttering in his heart, worried that he would not teach well because he would not be able to teach well, but an hour had passed.

Feng Lan soon discovered that his worries were unnecessary.

Feng Xin is very right, Di Zun is definitely a master in the account area, and even when it comes to lectures, he is clearer and more careful than Feng Xin.

Feng Xin also noticed that Dizun's voice was much better than before, not like the rough voice of a northern woman, nor like the soft language of a southern woman, but a tone that was between thick and thin, like spring water, fell into the ears and sounded very good.

Feng Lan listened, and was unexpectedly distracted for a while.

"That's probably how the accounts are sold on credit, do you hear clearly?"

After Dizun finished speaking, seeing that Feng Lan did not react, he couldn't help but tighten his brows.

"You speak so softly, you don't hear the cold wind outside the house, like a lion's roar, just your cat-like voice, how can this king hear it clearly. Feng Lan's ears turned red, and then he noticed that he didn't listen to a word of what Fang Zun said.

Dizun had the urge to strangle Feng Lan.

Feng Lan is a person who practices martial arts, and his hearing has been sensitive to ordinary people since he was a child, not to mention the cat's call, even if the mouse calls him, he can hear it clearly.

Either he was finding fault, or he was wandering, so he didn't hear clearly.

When this guy followed Taifu when he was a child, Taifu kept praising him for his concentration, how could he wake up after being in a coma for more than ten years, but the more he lived, the more he went back.

Dizun forcibly endured the evil breath in his heart.

"I'll say it again, just once!"

"Come here, sit beside the king, and speak. Feng Lan moved a chair, seeing that Dizun hesitated, he raised his eyebrows, with a bit of provocation, and then said, "Why, I'm afraid that this king won't be able to eat you, don't worry, this king has no interest in a completely unfeminine woman like you." ”

There is no femininity, yes, compared with the delicate figure of the empress Qingshuang, she is really not feminine at all.

Dizun forcibly resisted, picked up the ink inkstone, and smashed the urge on Feng Lan's good-looking face.

She secretly wondered in her heart, how could she fall in love with Feng Lan back then, this guy was poisonous and bad-hearted.

She grabbed a ledger, slammed it in front of Feng Lan, and spoke dryly.