Ma Monroe sat beside Feng Jin very gently at this time, wiped his sweat for him, and brought him a bowl of porridge to drink, which simply envied the children of countless nobles and tycoons present.

The reason why it is a child, in fact, is also very easy to understand, the more prominent the son of the noble lord, the more strict the requirements for his wife and concubine, the two positions of basic concubine and flat are not able to be the master, even if the woman he likes again, the identity is not enough at most, he will give a side wife, basically a level with the concubine.

The nobles and nobles pay attention to the right people and pay attention to the contacts of in-laws, but all of a sudden, the scope of women in the world has been narrowed to that of the nobles and the nobles, although those women are not ugly, but there are very few who are really good-looking, how can there be such a level of disaster for the country and the people as Ma Monroe.

The eldest son of these nobles and tycoons is the worst, because he wants to inherit the family business, and his wife and ordinary wife are generally women who are of great help to his career, even if they are ugly and have a bad temper, they have to endure it.

Look at the "real dragon" again, aside from cultivation, lead women to the banquet openly, and it is also at the level of this peerless beauty, young and promising, my generation is not as good.

If the men are sad, then these women are envious, jealous and hateful, such a "real dragon", appearance, strength, status, fame......

Whatever a man should be good for, let him take it all by himself, and he can't find a single shortcoming. Such a perfect husband was given to Huo Huo by an unknown woman in front of all of them, how could they bear it.

Ma Monroe ignored those eyes full of envy, jealousy and hatred, and said with a concerned face: "Drink some porridge and pads, even dry the Seven Altars of Chaolu, your cultivation has become more courageous, how can you drink like this!"

Feng Jin's face was bitter when he heard this, and the pure yuan qi in his body was running wildly around Da Zhoutian, and at this time, the clothes around him were wet and dry, dry and wet, and wisps of green smoke were floating up and down his body.

Careless, careless, when he just finished the first altar, he used the pure yuan qi to bring the wine directly into the pores of his body and evaporated, almost like drinking water, he almost didn't feel anything!

Then he relaxed in the second and third altars, and drank until the fourth altar before he found that the wine was strong......

So perceiving the loophole, he frantically used the pure yuan qi to dissolve the strength of the wine in his body, first forcing the alcohol directly out of the body, and then evaporating the water.

When he was so clever just now, he suddenly became comfortable, and he had a feeling of being sudden.

But the good times did not last long, and when he drank the fifth altar, he was full of a strong smell of alcohol, and even his smooth skin was covered with a layer of glittering wine beads, as if he had been poured with wine.

Because it was the first time to play like this, he didn't evaporate the wine outside his body, and the matter was too blatant, and he was immediately reminded by the big priest of Zhengliujing.

Then the great justice of Daizhou, who was so immortal, came again, living like a nursery, and opened his mouth to say, "How can the real dragon be such a skinny person, I don't allow you to say these dirty things in front of him!"

After listening to the singing and harmony of these two people, Feng Jin's whole face seemed to be burning, and without saying a word, he stopped forcibly decomposing the pure yuan qi of the wine, lifted the wine jar and poured it into his stomach.

This kind of "stupid" move honestly won the favor of many ministers, but he was also really a little uncomfortable, and he showed great stamina, so he relied on his stamina to win the title of spirits.

Now that he has even done seven altars, the amount of alcohol that has not been decomposed by him in time is at least three altars, and his whole head is already a little heavy at this time.

But fortunately, he went back and forth to dissolve the drinks, but he also had some experience, and he became more and more familiar with the road.

Feng Jin carefully decomposes the liquor in his body while evaporating the water stains on his clothes at a very fast speed, and in order not to attract attention, he still maintains an expression like no one else.

"It's okay Monroe, I'm fine, I'll be fine soon. Feng Jin saw the bowl of porridge that Ma Monroe brought to him, and his heart was moved, and he whispered in her ear.

Ma Monroe saw Feng Jin suddenly getting so close to her, her face suddenly turned red, she nodded silently, and said no more.

The scene of Feng Jin and Ma Monroe whispering naturally fell in the eyes of everyone, and at this time, the nobles and tycoons looked at Feng Jin's eyes with some strangeness, and their eyes at Ma Monroe were full of curiosity.

Although Daxia is now openly and secretly repeatedly improving the status of women, the children of nobles are all called "Jun".

However, men are strong and women are weak, and men are inferior to women, which is a traditional culture and custom that has been passed down for an unknown number of years. Freezing three feet is by no means a day's cold, and it is certainly unrealistic to completely make men and women equal.

Just like today, a man with a little status can still have three wives and four concubines, but in the entire Five Heavens and Earth, few women who are in power and the opposition dare to have more than one woman.

Oh, except for the matriarchal kingdom of the Western Heavenly Realm.

It is said that the king of the revival of the feminist era, like an ordinary male emperor canonized into the palace women, the men in her palace were also sealed a three, six, nine, etc., what virtuous monarchs, beautiful men, good products and other messy male ranks, and there are more reliable sources that the harem is tens of thousands of "handsome".

What's even more bizarre is that the Linguo under his rule, as if he had fallen into evil, really recognized the return to the matriarchal society, and women were inferior to men.

However, this kind of thing, anyone with a discerning eye knows, the source must be from the king who has tens of thousands of "handsome".

However, this kind of strange woman, it is already a miracle that she was born in the entire five heavens and earth, in addition to her and her neighboring country, there are so many women in the north and south heavens who are in power and opposition, and it is simply rare to dare to implement the polygamy system of one woman.

Therefore, the eyes of many daughters of nobles and wealthy lords looking at Ma Monroe were suddenly full of swords and swords, and even a few of them were not even emotionally right, and there were many people who secretly scolded the fox spirit in their hearts.

However, their views on this matter, their elders are deeper than them, I don't know how many levels, Feng Jin is the emperor born to his mother, the true dragon of the Feng family, this dual identity is added, let alone marrying a wife in the future, I am afraid that even finding a concubine will have to be after the noble lord.

Now that he is flirting with a woman in public, the wonderful thing is that those Feng clan ancestors turned a blind eye, as if they didn't see it, which is worth pondering.

As the saying goes, the degree of tolerance between people lies in the gap in each other's abilities.

So the question is, what is the identity of this woman? Whose family is it, and how much of a background does it have to make the ancestors of the Feng clan so satisfied?

For a while, the eyes of many nobles were full of curiosity, and they secretly didn't know how many times they had looked at Ma Monroe.

Spit out the last breath of turbidity, Feng Jin shook his head, the whole person was a lot more sober, and after drinking the bowl of tonic porridge brought by Ma Monroe, he finally eased up.

At this time, Feng Mou, who was sitting next to him, was suddenly happy when he saw this, and leaned closer and whispered: "You better pretend to be your muddy appearance, do you think this is the end?"

Feng Jingang stretched his upper body, ready to eat something, when he heard this, his face suddenly stiffened, and he stumbled: "How... What, that's not all?"

Feng Mou said with a wicked smile: "Yesterday you weren't there, I fought all their anointed children alone, and I was carried back in the end." ”

Ma Menglu seemed to think of something when she heard this, and said a little nervously: "That's right, if Meng Lao hadn't asked me to leave the banquet early to take care of you yesterday, I'm afraid I would have been stunned by those women." ”

Feng Jin's face was full of disbelief at this time, and a thought of wanting to run away suddenly sprouted in his heart, and he held back the excitement in his heart and said in a deep voice: "How is it possible, aren't all the nobles and tycoons here, they just indulge their juniors to drink so much?!"

Feng seemed to have guessed that Feng Jin would say this, waved his hand and said helplessly: "I thought the same thing yesterday, but this is Daizhou, not Qing'an, and the folk customs here are all around the word Biao Qiang."

It is said that they don't take care of the guests who don't take care of them home, and before we came, they were originally pouring the people of the hundred saints in Daizhou, especially the Confucian disciple who was patted away by me. ”

Speaking of this, Feng glanced at a corner around Zongchi, and found that the Confucian disciple in Tsing Yi was wrapped like a zongzi, with bandages on his chest, hands, legs, and neck, and there was not even a glass of wine in front of him.

The Confucian disciple felt Feng's gaze, and even smiled at him in a friendly manner, waving his hand to say hello.

This scene almost shocked Feng Jin's eyeballs, and he still remembers the scene when Feng Mou held a nine-foot halberd and flew this child as a racket.

Is he too small, or is this boy being photographed stupid?

Being fanned more than ten feet away, no matter how much he was injured, does it hurt? Does it hurt or not? But this Confucian disciple actually looked friendly, as if he was still very grateful to Feng, this is a normal person?

"Ah Jin, you don't understand this, I withdrew my hand at that time and applied the force all over his body, so he didn't hurt anything, at most it was just a pain.

However, don't you see that he doesn't have to drink now, and he didn't have to be seriously injured to escape, so he shouldn't have thanked me. ”

Feng also waved his hand at the Confucian disciple with a friendly face, looking at his expression as if he was saying, "You're welcome, they're all their own brothers."

Feng Jin gradually came back to his senses at this time, and the feeling that this Confucian disciple was afraid of being drunk and drunk, even if he was not injured, he pretended to be disabled regardless of his image?

The amount of alcohol between him and Feng can almost be said to be half a catty, and even Feng was carried back to his residence by drinking, how good can he be?

Just when Feng Jin wanted to pretend to be dizzy, suddenly there was a violent feeling of hunger in his abdomen, and he suddenly thought that he had slept until three o'clock in the morning and didn't even eat breakfast, and he had just drunk so much wine, and now the whole person was almost hungry.

After struggling for a long time, Feng Jin finally began to feast on his heart, people are iron rice and steel, and if he doesn't eat something, he will be starved to death even if he is not poured to death, even if he is full and then poured wine, he will admit it, it is better than starving.