"This kid is such a scoundrel, sister, you don't know, sometimes, it can really make you so angry that you want to grit your teeth." Huang Yueying smiled at Zhang Xiahou's family, looking not strange, "But God gave him a body of knowledge again, do you say it's weird?" ”

Assi!

Anyway, I also treat you as an elder, and I don't eat enough food to send to the Prime Minister's Mansion, is it really good for you to slander me like this?

Feng Yong stood there respectfully with an embarrassed but polite smile on his face, scolding MMP in his heart.

Zhang Xiahou put down his sleeves, picked up the tea bowl and wanted to drink tea to cover up, thought about it, put it down again, estimated what he was worried about, looked at Feng Yong, and said: "Although this is said to be September, the sun at noon is not light, Ah Mei told him to come in and sit, don't burn people." ”

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

Feng Yong glanced at Zhang Xiahou gratefully, entered the pavilion, and was very self-aware that he did not dare to sit on the stone table, and sat on the farthest pony in an orderly manner, and then looked curiously at the painting that Huang Yueying was carrying.

There is a half-length beauty painted on that painting, with a face somewhat like Guan Ji, but it is not that cold, and the clothes are fluttering, it should not be Guan Ji, Guan Ji has never worn women's clothes. The beauty's expression is a little smart and naughty, which is very Zhang Xing's charm.

I didn't expect this Huang Yueying to be good at Danqing.

"Madame is really a good hand, this painting looks like a real person." Feng Yong patted his ass.

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

"I don't recognize it." Feng Yong shook his head, "It's just that Madame draws so realistically, if you see it in the future, the kid will definitely be able to recognize it." ”

Huang Yueying laughed "sneering", put the painting on the table again, picked up the pen again to paint, seemed not very satisfied with her work, and then said after a while: "There is no such person in the world, this is my imagination, how can you meet it?" Okay, you don't have to please me, say, what's the matter? Now that the Baniu plough is in the limelight, it must not be an ordinary trivial matter to let you brave such a big limelight. ”

I say it as if I were a turtle with a shrunken head......

"That's right, ma'am, didn't the boy take a leave of absence because of illness a few days ago? In the past few days, I have been thinking that the promotion of these eight oxen ploughs is important to the imperial court, and the boy's body is only afraid that he has a heavy trust. As he spoke, he also made a sick move, so that Zhang Xiahou next to him couldn't help but cover his mouth with his sleeve.

"Oh? So what? ”

Change positions, doesn't your husband want to be a superintendent? Even made Zhao Yun disgusted with his own son, don't you really understand what I mean?

As a subordinate, you have to know each other, so that your boss will like it-well, although it seems that Zhuge Lao Demon may not like him very much, but he knows each other like this, does the prime minister who has a clear distinction between public and private still care about such a small order of his own?

Therefore, the person who is a big official is the most hateful! You have to be secretive when you say something, let alone do things, this hints, that metaphor. It's not okay to think that you don't understand what he means, you understand it too much, and you think that others know too much...... Bother!

"That, the kid hasn't recovered from his illness for a long time, so he thought about whether to give up the post of the superintendent of the metallurgical superintendents and let the capable person take the position, so as not to miss the prime minister's major affairs."

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

it! Didn't you ask me to be the superintendent of the Metallurgical Inspectorate at that time? Why didn't you say that women don't do politics?

"After all, it was the relationship of the lady at the time, so I entered the Zhuye Prison, and now the kid wants to beg for bones......"

"Poof!"

Zhang Xiahou squirted out a sip of tea again.

Feng Yong couldn't say any more.

"You wait to continue, leave me alone, it's rude!" Zhang Xiahou buried his whole head behind the wide sleeves this time, his voice came out muffled from behind the sleeves, his shoulders were constantly twitching, and then he took Zhang Xing's hand with one hand, walked out of the pavilion quickly, and disappeared behind the arch of the courtyard.

Here, Huang Yueying listened to Feng Yong's words and shook her hand at the same time, and the face of the half-body beauty had a large black birthmark, and she glared at Feng Yong angrily and annoyed.

Feng Yong looked at her innocently, indicating that he had done nothing.

There was no way, Huang Yueying had no choice but to put down the pen, roll up the painting hastily and put it aside, and sneered: "I don't know how expensive Feng Langjun is this year? ”

"Mrs. Hui, sixteen years old."

"Sixteen-year-old beggar's bones? Feng Yong, are you scolding the court or the prime minister? Huang Yueying's voice had to be sharpened, "Is it difficult for a big man to succeed, he really can't tolerate you?" ”

"What do you mean, ma'am? How dare the boy do this? It's just that I have an old disease, so I ......"

"It's useless to talk about it!" Huang Yueying interrupted Feng Yong's words rudely, her chest rose and fell violently, she stared at Feng Yong and asked, "Let me ask you, why do you want to resign?" ”

How hot is the world, I want to see it?

Feng Yong scratched his head and thought for a while, then said: "I want to go to Hanzhong to collect wind ......"

Huang Yueying almost didn't catch her breath in one breath.

"Some time ago, you were still cultivating wasteland on the slope of Fengzhuang, and it didn't look like you were going to give up your foundation, why do you have this idea now?"

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

Abandon your foundation? I didn't want to give up! Fengzhuang is Lao Tzu's base, how can it be said that it will be released?

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 you don't have any other relatives in the house, if you are far away from home, if something happens to the village, who can call the shots? How is this different from giving up the inheritance? ”

And such a statement?

"The kid is just going to collect wind, and he can come back in two or three months, so it shouldn't be in the way, right?"

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

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

"What about Madame's opinion?"

"Feel at ease when you have the order, just stay there. If you want to be on duty, you will go to be on duty, and if you don't want to be on duty, you will stay on your broken Zhuangzi and have a good time, is it not good? Huang Yueying said hatefully, "Don't forget that I made a bet with you at the beginning, and now it seems that although the result has not yet 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 around to waves. I regret it a little, the identity of a disciple of Shanmen is also a double-edged sword, which can give myself a layer of protection and limit myself. In order to stabilize himself, Zhuge Old Demon can even temporarily move the position of the Zhuye Supervisor's Order—although even if he occupies the position of the Supervisor, it will definitely not affect Zhuge Demon's control of Zhuye Prison in the end.

Gritting his teeth, Feng Yong thought to himself, fortunately, I was still a little prepared.