I'm not even afraid of death, what's there to be afraid of?

Wei Ci was upset by Feng Zhen, and was faintly moved, but was suppressed by his reason.

"It's too early to ......"

This matter was known to Feng Zhen, the prodigal son, and Wei Ci was mentally prepared to be widely publicized by him.

"Now that the lord's hegemony has just improved, it is really not appropriate to consider the private affairs of his children. If you let others know, not only will the outside world have to talk about it, but I am afraid that the strategists and generals under the lord's account will also have other thoughts. Wei Ci couldn't help but warn Feng Zhen.

Feng Zhen is now holding Wei Ci's handle, and he is in a particularly good mood.

"Is it that serious?"

Knowing that Feng Zhen deliberately pretended to be stupid, Wei Ci still had to be patient.

"It's much more serious than that. ”

People's hearts are sinister, and they are not stingy to speculate on others with the most obscene and sinister thoughts.

Most of the people are foolish people, and once someone maliciously takes the lead, it will not be long before the anecdotes of the lord and his subordinates will spread everywhere. Spread rumors and open your mouth, refute rumors and break your legs. Wei Ci could fully imagine how embarrassing the wild history would be, and how ugly the people would say.

This is still the outside world, and Marushu will also be in turmoil as a result.

Wei Ci was roasted on the fire or second, I was afraid that someone would be angry, thinking that Jiang Pengji treated Wei Ci favorably everywhere.

As soon as everyone had such thoughts, the hearts of the people were scattered, and the Marushu forces were no longer united and stable as before.

Once reborn, Wei Ci pondered his past life many times from the perspective of an outsider, and each time he made different discoveries and insights.

In her previous life, the lord treated her fairly, rewarded and punished in moderation, and rewarded and punished clearly, which is one of her great advantages.

If we want to win again, we must continue to build on this strength.

Feng Zhen said wittily, "Zixiao still can't believe the truth, what can be said can be said, and what can't be said will never reveal half a word." ”

Wei Ci snorted, of course he knew that Feng Zhen seemed to be prodigal, but in fact, he was cautious.

"I hope so. ”

Feng Zhen said to Wei Ci, "I felt that something was wrong before, although you didn't say anything, but I always felt that you had something important. Being sensitive, this is both your strength and your weakness. If there's anything unspeakable, you can talk to me. ”

No matter what sad things you have, it's easy to say it.

Wei Ci was cold, if he regarded Feng Zhen as the object of confiding, wouldn't he be caught by the other party with countless braids?

If Feng Zhen used this to threaten him, let him cover him, help him skip work, drink secretly, and sneak around the Qinglou, what should he do?

Don't think Feng Zhen can't do this.

What unreliable things Feng Langzi did in his previous life, Wei Ci is clear.

The generals who bullied Li Yun and Dian Yin were all honest people, coaxing their Yulu to buy wine, and often skipped work.

Numerous crimes, too many to mention!

"For the sake of being happy, how can you stay in Laiz. Feng Zhen said, "People live to be 100 years old, and what they want is to be free and happy." ”

So he didn't understand that Wei Ci was looking forward and hoping for the best of both worlds, but the result was that he couldn't get any better.

Sensitive and thoughtful, it is not easy to live a long life.

Maybe there is something inside that he doesn't know, but according to Feng Zhen's eyes, Wei Ci continues like this, but he is hurting others and hurting himself.

No - it is not necessary to hurt others, but it is certain to hurt oneself.

He rolled up the quilt and fell asleep, leaving Wei Ci stunned in place, with a worried face.

In another place, Li Yun also honestly invited an iceman and went to hunt a pair of geese in person.

Three books and six rites, there is no shortage of the same.

Due to the special situation, the whole process was only separated by more than half a month.

Cheng Jing perfectly completed the task assigned by Huang Song, and the secret letter written by Jiang Pengji had already returned quietly and did not attend the wedding.

Although the time was urgent, Jiang Pengji did not aggrieve Shangguan Wan, and all the things that should be prepared were prepared for her, as if she was marrying a sister. Speaking of "marrying a sister", Jiang Pengji is also experienced. She only takes care of the overall situation, and others are busy with other details.

A few days before getting married, the smile on Li Yun's face never disappeared, and he walked not only with the wind but also with fluttering.

Shangguan Wan has also been restless these days, and always feels that everything is so beautiful that it looks like an illusory dream.

Once this dream is punctured, she will be beaten back to the cruel reality and continue to be the widow who is being tortured and has no future in sight.

In the words of the audience in the live broadcast room, Shangguan Wan called it "premarital anxiety".

Jiang Pengji is busy with affairs, so she can only entrust Huijun to help her relieve Shangguan Wan, so as not to worry too much.

Hui Jun's mind is exquisite, and every sentence is to the heart of Shangguan Wan.

Under the anxious anticipation of the two newlyweds, it finally arrived on the wedding day.

As the first single dog in Maruzhou Group, Li Yun is not only handsome and likable, but also has good popularity, so the colleagues who can be present are basically present. Feng Jin's wife, Wei Jingxian, also acted as a "face-opening" Quanfu woman to help Shangguan Wan wring noodles.

"Sister Jingxian, I—I'm a little nervous—"

Shangguan Wan is no longer that immature girl, the last time she got married, she only felt that she was not going to the wedding but to attend her own funeral, but today, the little heart in the chest, was beating uncontrollably, making her at a loss and panicked.

"Today's wedding, you can't open your mouth casually. Wei Jingxian smiled and said, "Forget all the previous things." ”

Shangguan Wan was still nervous, and involuntarily clenched her hands under the wide sleeves, leaving shallow nail marks on the palms.

Li Yun came over on time to greet her relatives, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.

His pursuit in life is very simple, to serve his master, marry a wife and have children.

Now that he has both, he is full of spring breeze, smiling so much that he can't see his teeth.

Changsheng of the Feng Jin family and Feng Yi of the Feng Zhen family became a virgin and a virgin, Changsheng was young, and happily rolled a few times on the bed in the marriage room, but Feng Zhen's only son Feng Yi sat silently on the futon with a small face, and symbolically stayed for a while before coming down.

Feng Yi is born from Feng Zhen's deceased wife, and her appearance follows Feng Zhen, but her temperament follows his mother, and she can't be more restrained.

It should be premature, Feng Yi is weaker than Feng Zhen, and rarely appears in front of people.

When everyone saw Feng Yi's garlic sprouts, they were so shocked that they forgot their words.

Feng Zhen, a guy who is boundless, actually gave birth to a serious and elegant son, with genetic mutations!

"Hello uncles!"

Feng Yi saluted obediently, she was young, and she already had a bit of a gentleman's demeanor.

"Today is a good day for your Uncle Hanmei, don't be so restrained. Feng Zhen rubbed his son's hair and sent him away casually, no way, his son was by his side, he couldn't drink with an open stomach, "You must have the demeanor of an eldest brother, and you must not bully the weak." ”

Feng Yi has a weak appearance, but his demeanor is excellent, and he really lives up to the name Feng Zhen gave him.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

They thought that a prodigal son like Feng Zhen should give birth to a son who should be a bold and daring second ancestor.

The result?

"Bad bamboo shoots are good!"

Feng Zhen's face suddenly fell, scolding who is the "bad bamboo"?

Marushu is very lively, but the other place is very dignified.

"You're not happy?"

Liu She had a letter in her hand, which was sent by Jiang Pengji more than half a month ago.

In front of him, kneeling was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old Qingjun young man, whose facial features were somewhat similar to Jiang Pengji.

"My son didn't dare. ”

"It's good if you don't dare. Liu She sighed, and wrote a word at the end of the letter.

[Yes.] 】