As a staunch believer in the Great Scientology, he must not believe in the things of gods and ghosts—wrong, and now he should be respectful and distancing.

But now he prefers to believe that this is a real thing.

If someone does not hesitate to pretend to be a ghost or god for the benefit of his own mountain gate, and support a foreign race to counterattack into the Central Plains, how mad is this?

So he desperately needed an ally from the north to help him find out about the Xianbei Tuoba tribe.

The Xianbei bald hair part is not only split from the Tuoba part, but also has a deep prejudice against the Tuoba part, which is a very perfect choice.

"The people in the mountain gate regard the world as ants and ants, and there are very few people who can do their best to benefit the world like their brothers. The little sister thinks about the matter of the girl that day, but it is just another trick of the mountain gate to fool the world. ”

Guan Ji naturally didn't know what Feng Yong was worried about, but she saw that she looked at Feng Yong with admiration in her eyes and said.

"Treat the world as ants?"

Feng Yong repeated softly, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are used as dogs; The saint is unkind and uses the people as dogs? ”

"That's different."

Guan Ji smiled, "The saints of heaven and earth are unkind because they are selfless. But the mountain gate, for their own selfishness, drove the people like cattle and sheep in front of them. Therefore, since the Qin Dynasty, the mountain gate has always been taboo in the world. ”

"Because only when the world is in turmoil, can the mountain gate have a chance to be reborn!"

Feng Yong understood, and let out a long sigh again.

"What my brother said is very true. In the troubled times of that horn, there is a person called the Yellow Turban Force, who is infinitely powerful and not afraid of life and death, and it is very likely that it is related to the mountain gate. ”

"If it weren't for the scarcity of its numbers, and the fact that only that horn could know how to lead, I'm afraid that this Yellow Turban Rebellion might not be able to be quelled so easily."

And this kind of thing? Yellow Turban Lux, of course Feng Yong knew, but he always thought that it was all a legend, but he didn't expect it to really exist.

"How does Sanniang know so much?"

Feng Yong asked in surprise.

"Brother, don't forget, my lord personally participated in the pacification of the Yellow Turban Rebellion."

Oh, I almost forgot that Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei started by suppressing the Yellow Turban Uprising.

In this way, such a thing as a mountain gate is really not to be underestimated.

Feng Tu fell into deep contemplation.

Jincheng Zhangfu.

In Zhang Xingyi's boudoir, I saw the little lady in Zhang's mansion wearing a golden hairpin, no longer the drooping appearance of last year, and was lying on the desk and writing seriously.

Zhang Xiahou walked in the door and smiled with relief when he saw his daughter working so hard.

Without alarming her daughter at the moment, she walked up behind her gently, just about to see what she had written.

Who knew that Zhang Xingyi just felt a shadow on his head, and immediately grabbed the paper on the desk.

Turning around, he saw that it was his own mother, his expression was slightly nervous, his eyes rolled, he smiled, and threw himself into Zhang Xiahou's arms, "Auntie, you didn't say a word when you came in, which scared my daughter." ”

Zhang Xiahou patted Zhang Xingyi's back and said, "Aren't I afraid of shocking you?" What is written, let me see? ”

"I'm just practicing my words."

Zhang Xingyi twisted his body, and was about to secretly hide the paper in his hand while Zhang Xiahou was not paying attention.

Knowing the daughter Mo Ruomu, Zhang Xingyi's small movements could not escape Zhang Xiahou's eyes, and when he grabbed her wrist, he was about to take the paper out of her hand.

Zhang Xingyi said "oops", refused to let go of his hand, and said coquettishly, "Mother, my daughter's handwriting is ugly." Don't look at it. Wait a while and write a ......"

Zhang Xiahou nodded Zhang Xingyi's forehead and said, "If you don't write well, then don't you let your mother see where the writing is bad?" Just let me tell you about it. ”

Zhang Xingyi had to let go of his palm with a twist.

Zhang Xiahou spread out the paper, only to see that the beginning of the concubine's hair was "the first forehead of the concubine", and his face changed slightly, and then he regained his calm.

Zhang Xingyi secretly glanced at her mother, only to see that she was not as angry as she imagined, and her heart at the moment relaxed slightly.

"Siniang, tell your mother honestly, where did you get these words?"

Zhang Xingyi lowered his head, looked like he had made a mistake, and said, "That day, my mother entered the palace to talk to the queen mother, and my daughter overheard it in the back. ”

"Then you know, who wrote this?"

"Feng Langjun, of course my daughter knows."

At the same time, Zhang Xingyi said in his heart, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have secretly written it behind someone's back like this.

Zhang Xiahou sighed softly, pulled Zhang Xingyi to sit down, and said, "Siniang has grown up, I'm very happy." But as soon as her daughter grows up, she thinks about a lot of things, and she worries about being a mother. ”

"Today, it's just my mother and my mother. Siniang told her mother, what do you think in your heart? ”

"What do you think?"

Zhang Xingyi raised his head, blinked his eyes and asked.

"You! Do you still want to shake your wit in front of your mother? ”

Zhang Xiahou poked her head with his finger and said, "Of course it's Feng Langjun, what do you think of him in your heart?" ”

"Feng Langjun? Of course it's good. ”

Zhang Xingyi grinned.

"What's a good way?"

"It's like this."

Zhang Xingyi picked up the paper just now and shook it, "Mother, my sister has known the emperor's brother-in-law since she was a child, and she married the emperor's brother-in-law when she grew up. ”

"In the past, I didn't know how to talk about my sister and the emperor's brother-in-law, but I just felt that sometimes I was so envious of my sister. Now that I have read these sentences written by Feng Langjun, they are both childhood plums and bamboo horses, and I really think it is very appropriate. ”

"Speaking of childhood sweethearts, your sister has really played with Your Majesty. This Feng Langjun, the writing is really good, this word is indeed appropriate. Zhang Xiahou smiled and touched Zhang Xingyi's head, "Sanniang is doing well, and I also hope that Siniang can live well." ”

"You are the youngest in this generation, your eldest brother has been busy, and your sister got married early, you have been alone all these years, and you have no suitable peers to play with you, and you are also lonely."

"I finally met a Feng Langjun, who is willing to play with you, and also changes his ways to make you happy, you are willing to get close to him, and my mother can understand. But Siniang, you have to know that when you are close to someone, you may treat him as a brother, and you don't necessarily like him. ”

"Besides, you're still young, so you may not understand this."

Zhang Xingyi pursed his lips, "Mother, you said earlier that I grew up." ”

"Good, good. Siniang has grown up, so be it. If you really like that Feng Langjun, Mother will definitely not stop you. In this way, since Siniang has grown up, she can participate in some of her daughter's party parties. ”

"At that time, if you still can't let go of that Feng Langjun, Grandma will definitely help you find a way, okay?"

"This is what you said, Auntie, you can't go back!"

"Of course not."

Zhang Xiahou said with a smile, and at the same time thought in his heart that at the gathering of his daughter's house, she would always meet some young talents, if her daughter could meet the person she really liked, it would mean that she was only momentarily close to Feng Langjun.