"Zhao Erlang, what a fool! If you don't break it, I'll assume that I don't know about it. But now that you're so provocative, I'm afraid I'm going to lose a good friend! Feng Yong sighed, it was still a good feeling to get along with Zhao Guang. A second-generation official, handsome, and has no temper, and his temperament is also compatible, it feels a bit of a pity to lose this friend, "Why do you have to tell me about this tonight?" ”

"Because from tomorrow onwards, I won't have to test Dalang anymore."

"Oh? Isn't that a good thing? ”

"It's a good thing." Zhao Guang sighed, "Whether Da Lang believes it or not, except for the orders of the elders, I really have no intention of being sorry for Da Lang." After saying goodbye tomorrow, I am afraid that I will not have the face to see Da Lang again. I would like to thank Dalang for his hospitality these days. ”

"You mean you won't come to the door again?"

"If you are ashamed, what face do you have to go to the door?"

Feng Yong sighed: "This is not good. You also said that you would order a few chairs for General Zhao. If you don't come, why don't you let me send it over? The last time I met with General Zhao, he seemed to be very unpleasant to me, so I didn't dare to meet the old general. ”

"Da Lang doesn't blame me?" Zhao Guang raised his head and looked at Feng Yong in disbelief.

"What's so weird. You didn't mean anything harmful to me, and you didn't do anything sorry for Feng Fu. On the contrary, it has helped a lot, the mountains behind the Feng family, if it weren't for your help, I'm afraid that I wouldn't be able to include it in my name, and I haven't thanked you for this matter. ”

"Da Lang shames me! A few barren mountains, how to mention? ”

"There's a treasure on that mountain," Feng Yong squeezed his eyes, "if you don't believe it, I'll show it to you." ”

"Really? Isn't Da Lang here to relieve my heart? ”

"Shhhh What do I tell you to do? Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang dissatisfied, put on his clothes again, called his sister, and asked her to come over with a pot of strong tea.

"Isn't this just tea?" Zhao Guang took the tea bowl, looked at it, and denied it again, "It's not like it." No ginger, no garlic, and no meat oil, unlike tea soup. ”

Who the hell would have put so many things in a cup of tea? I'm not making soup.

"Tea is indeed tea leaves, but tea soup is not the tea soup that others usually drink. This tea is refined by the secret technique of my master, which is comparable to ordinary tea soup, suitable for small sip and slow tea, not for cow drink. ”

It's not impossible to drink cows, anyway, Feng Tu is not an elegant person. In the summer, put the pot of tea, put it on the table and wait for it to be cold, pour a big bowl when you are thirsty, and drink it dry in one gulp, which can not only cool off the heat and defeat the fire, but also quench your thirst.

But you can't say the same to others, if you don't improve your qualifications, how can you pretend to be forced?

The slightly astringent tea swirls around the tongue and then slides down the throat, followed by a faint sweet taste, and the aroma of tea lingers in the mouth.

"Wonderful!" Zhao Guang narrowed his eyes, shook his head and said, "The taste is not as deep as the tea soup, but it has a mellow aroma, which is really wonderful!" ”

No way! That's not true, is it? Is this guy really drinking tea for the first time? It's a lot of stuff!

Feng Tu turtle stared straight, could it be that in these years, pretending to be forced also requires talent?

"Dalang, there is such a wonderful thing, why didn't you share it with me earlier?" Zhao Guang stretched out his hand and pressed the teapot and moved it to him inadvertently, "Why doesn't Da Lang eat it?" ”

Neurotic, big night tea? Or is it such a strong tea?

"I don't like to eat tea before I go to bed."

Zhao Guangxi directly hugged the teapot into his arms: "So, I can enjoy this tea soup alone tonight?" ”

"Whatever you want."

"Thank you so much." Zhao Guang got the benefit, and finally stepped out of the door and walked to the door, only then did he remember that he didn't seem to have something to say, so he turned his head and reminded Feng Yong, "By the way, Dalang, I almost forgot something." Tomorrow, my uncle and mother will come to your mansion, and I hope that Dalang will prepare as soon as possible. ”

Feng Yong was stunned: "Who?" ”

"My uncle, that is, the prime minister's wife......"

I don't know if to say a sentence or not? Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang and wanted to spray him with an MMP.

So that's the main reason why you have an excuse to stay in Feng Mansion tonight, right? No wonder it turned around the Feng Mansion inside and out at night.

The chief's wife also needs security.

"Okay, I got it."

In the end, Feng Yong nodded expressionlessly.

"Da Lang is a good kung fu to nourish qi!" Zhao Guang looked at Feng Yong without a surprised expression, sighed, and turned around to go out.

"Eating more tea at night is good for your body." Feng Yong's emotionless voice sounded behind him.

"Thank you so much."

Nothing was said all night.

The green tarpaulin ox cart swayed on the official road, and the old cow pulling the cart shook his head from time to time, and saw that there was tall grass growing on the side of the road, and his tongue was rolled, so he ate it. The coachman on the car didn't care about the inattentive attitude of the old cow pulling the cart, but just shook the cow rope from time to time to remind the old cow not to deviate from the official road. There was also a cold-faced female knight next to the car, who was dressed as a samurai, but it was immediately obvious that she was a woman disguised as a man.

Looking at all this from afar, Feng Yong inexplicably had an idea in his mind: Probably the Wei and Jin dynasties of the later generations, think about it is nothing more than that, right?

Look at Zhao Guang beside him again, the dark circles under his eyes yawned, and his handsome face lost his former brilliance, and he looked like a person who had been on drugs for a night in the future.

Feng Yong smiled secretly in his heart and asked, "Erlang, who is the person driving the car?" ”

"Oh, that's Zhang Jiaerlang, Zhang Shao, Zhang Gaoyuan."

So, isn't Zhang Bao hanging up at this time? Remember that he and Guan Xing died almost in the past few years, right? Otherwise, if Zhang Shao became the head of the Guan family, it would definitely be impossible to be a coachman. After all, as a prince of the court, if you go to work as a coachman for a woman, you are afraid that you will be sprayed to death by those officials in the court.

In other words, what kind of quirky does Huang Yueying like to use juniors as a coachman?

The ox cart stopped in front of Feng Yong and Zhao Guang, and the coachman jumped out of the car, lifted the curtain, and saw a woman in her thirties getting out of the car.

As soon as Feng Yong saw the arrival, his eyes suddenly straightened, this Nima! Zhuge Old Demon's Yanfu is too good, right? The long hair that is slightly yellow seems to have been carefully dyed, curled up like a cloud of high buns, wheat-colored healthy skin, and most importantly, the high and bulging chest, although the clothes are simple, but a purple belt outlines the slender waist of Ying Ying, and the figure is extremely tall, so that her whole person has a high-pressure aura.

This is a special posterity, a proper hot top goddess.

Don't you say that Zhuge Old Demon's wife is an ugly monster? Could this young woman have crossed over like him? Otherwise, this yellow hair, this skin, how to explain it? It feels very close, is there any wood?

Should I go up and have an internationally popular hug with her? Feng Yong hesitated.

"Ahem!" Zhao Guang coughed dryly, reminded Feng Yong vaguely, and then stepped forward and saluted, "My nephew has seen my uncle." ”

Huang Yueying frowned, glanced at Feng Yong who was in a daze, her eyes wandered, and then she saw Zhao Guang, who looked overindulgent, and the displeasure on her face was even worse: "Why is your face so haggard?" ”

"My uncle learned that my nephew was so excited last night that for some reason, he couldn't sleep at night, so he was so upset today."

"When General Zhao fought on the battlefield, he was able to sleep peacefully even if his head rested on the bones. I didn't expect you to be so squeamish, but you can't sleep when you sleep elsewhere, which is really disappointing. Huang Yueying said, "After going back, work hard to get rid of the problems on your body." ”

"Uncle and aunt taught me a lesson." Zhao Guang replied honestly.