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Chapter 178 Talking about the moon in the firewood room

Author: Skyrim Drive

Feng Ran's voice became colder and colder the more he asked, and the manager Zhuang only felt that his soul had flown away, and he was afraid that the head of the Wind Garden had done it, and Feng Ran was going to use himself to make a sword, right? He didn't provoke Feng Ran, how could Feng Ran turn his face when he said it? Just now, he was talking and laughing, and he was innocent and childish. In a blink www.biquge.info of an eye, he asked him about the four major crimes of betraying rumors, stealing things, telling right and wrong, and deceiving the king.

Seeing that Manager Zhuang was kneeling at his feet, there was nothing to say, Feng Ran paused, and said: "Tonight, Mr. Lao will go to the firewood room for the night, which can be regarded as a punishment." If the subordinates objected, they said that I had personally punished them. Feng Ran said lightly: "Sir, please get up, don't make your own decisions in the future." ”

Closing the firewood room is the lightest punishment, and the manager of Zhuang couldn't believe that Feng Ran let himself go so easily, stood up from the ground, and stared at Feng Ran in disbelief.

Feng Ran smiled faintly: "I'm joking, scared Mr. Since Mr. is the manager, he must take the lead in obeying it himself before he can control his subordinates." Mr. Punishment today is to let everyone know that whether I am here or not, the rules of the Wind Garden are not to be put on display. ”

"Yes. Manager Zhuang agreed, wiped his sweat, and said with a forced smile: "The old man is old, and he can't afford to be a joke like a son." It's just a joke like this, if you make it a few more times, it will kill you! If someone else makes this kind of joke, Manager Zhuang may take it as a joke; but Feng Ran is the ruthless master, and Feng Ran said it was a joke, so how dare Manager Zhuang really look at it as a joke? Secretly alert himself, and in the future, he must be in front of Feng Ran to fold up his spirit, and there must be no negligence in the slightest.

"Hee-hee. Feng Ran looked at Manager Zhuang with a smile: "I also hope that Mr. won't tell me to catch the wrong child, there will be no next time." There was more and more grain in the garden, and the gentleman had invited many newcomers, so it was necessary to establish a rule that everyone should not be neglectful and disdainful. ”

"The old man understands that he will supervise the following. ”

In the evening, Mr. Zhuang walked into the firewood room under the naked, obscure, or inquiring eyes of the people in the Wind Garden. He knew that this was the wind dyed Liwei, and if he wanted everyone to watch, he would be punished for violating the rules of the Wind Garden, even if he was the head manager.

In the firewood room of the Wind Garden, there is really only firewood, all kinds of dry firewood and charcoal, which are piled together in different categories. In the middle of the charcoal, several large tanks filled with water were placed to facilitate the extinguishing of the fire. In order to avoid rain, the roof is tightly covered, but the walls are leaking. If you count nine cold days and are locked up all night, everyone will freeze into ice. Although there is a lot of firewood in the firewood room, it is absolutely impossible to burn a fire to keep warm! Fortunately, it is the mid-autumn season, and although the night dew is heavy, the chief manager Zhuang thinks that he can still deal with it all night.

In addition to dry firewood and charcoal, the firewood room was cleaned up, and there was not even a little grass, and it was impossible to fall down and sleep, so I could only smoke a flat dry firewood and sit for a night.

Manager Zhuang rummaged through a large woody pier, moved it down and sat down, and wanted to extinguish the oil lamp. It's full of dry firewood, and a fire is a big deal.

Suddenly, the door of the firewood room opened and closed again, and Feng Ran stood faintly at the door of the firewood room. Manager Zhuang was taken aback: "Childe, why are you here?" Feng Ran would leave Rong Yuan to come to the firewood room, which is too rare.

Feng Ran only took a slight look at the situation in the firewood room, took two steps forward, avoided the doorway, and stood still: "I shielded and connived at Mr., punished lightly for serious mistakes, knowingly violated the rules, and deserved to be punished with Mr. ”

"Childe!" Manager Zhuang suddenly didn't know what to say. Before, he was a little resentful of Feng Ran's punishment for him. Now I know that Feng Dye is really for him, and it is also a wake-up call for him.

Feng Ran looked up at the tightly covered roof, glanced at the wall with sparse teeth, and said with a faint smile: "Put out the oil lamp, the moonlight is just right outside, and my husband and I are admiring the moon." ”

"Admire the moon?" The roof is so tightly covered, how can you see the moon?

"Didn't Your Majesty ask your husband to accompany me to admire the moon? ”

It turned out that Feng Ran even thought of this for himself, accompanied himself to be punished, and accompanied himself to admire the moon, and the mood of Manager Zhuang was inexplicably chaotic. I felt that I was secretly distressed, but there was no pain in vain.

The moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival shines through the cracks in the wall and shines into the firewood room. Mr. Zhuang sat on the wood pier and looked up at the wind dye: the wind dye stood quietly by the door, his posture was tall and steep, his complexion was plain and cold, and he was clothed in a pale silver moonlight, which was more warm and moist like water, graceful and elegant, clear and high from the dust, like a first-class character of the gods.

Manager Zhuang sighed secretly in his heart: How can such a person be a male pet? No matter how favored a male pet is, it is also a male pet! He couldn't help but feel desperate for He Yue. At that moment, Manager Zhuang really knew that no matter how hard He Yue tried his wrists and worked hard, He Yue's liking would be like it after all, and it was destined to fall into the water.

Let go of the wind dye, give that like, leave a way out, and see you again when you look back.

Feng Ran stood indifferently, quietly waiting for the passage of time, quietly waiting for the dawn, but Manager Zhuang was restless on the side: "Childe, come and sit down." Knowing that the wind is dyed and clean, he took off his coat and put it on the wood mound: "The clothes are cushioned, clean." ”

"I'm just standing. Put on your clothes, it's cold at night. ”

"Childe, do you want someone to bring a cloak in. Manager Zhuang asked. When he first entered the Prince's Mansion, Feng Ran took off his cloak with his own hands. Later, Feng Ran never wore a cloak, for fear that He Yue would suspect that he had hidden a murder weapon on his body, and later, no matter whether He Yue came to Wind Garden or not, Feng Ran rarely wore a cloak.

The lord of the Wind Garden and the chief steward were all locked in the firewood room, and although the subordinates of the Mansion did not know the reason, they all waited outside the firewood room with trepidation, secretly introspecting and self-examining themselves, for fear that something would go wrong, and the effect of the warning was immediate.

"How can I be so delicate?" Feng Ran smiled lightly: "Mr. is talking nonsense about my condition, could it be that he still takes it seriously?" Now he has internal force to protect his body, although he falls asleep at night, his hands and feet are still cold, and his body is cold, but when he is awake, he can rely on the support of internal force to control the temperature of his body is no different from ordinary people, and he will not feel that his hands and feet are cold.

Manager Zhuang seized the opportunity and asked, "Old man and courageous, I have always wanted to ask, why did the son vomit blood?"

"Practice. Feng Ran said: "I have nothing to do for a long time, I have figured out the kung fu by myself, and at the beginning, the internal force is not accurate, and I hurt myself from time to time." I'm almost practicing now, but a few days ago, I wanted to deepen some of my skills, and my internal strength was a little stronger, so I vomited so much blood. It's been good for a long time, it's okay, sir, you don't have to worry. ”

It turned out to have nothing to do with the yin and depressed, the blood stasis was not smooth, the internal force was regurgitated or something, it turned out that the fighting room was sitting all day long, and he was trying to figure out kung fu, so Mr. Zhuang relieved his heart, breathed a sigh of relief, and admired it again: "Practice, take your time, don't hurt yourself." "To create an original kung fu, it often takes a lifetime or even several generations of hard work to succeed, and it only took less than three years for Feng Dye to polish kung fu to a childish shape, and it can be further refined, Feng Dye's talent in martial arts is really a genius.

Feng Ran turned around slightly, gently held the hand of the chief manager behind him, and said with a light smile: "Mr. treats me well, I remember everything." I'm afraid that in this life, I won't be able to repay Mr. He shook it slightly, let it go, and said, "I can only thank Mr. for always taking care of the wind." ”

At the beginning, hiding in Rong Yuan, closed doors, because he felt that he was so ashamed to be played with by He Yue, and he really didn't have the face to go out to meet people, and later, after learning from the pain, Feng Ran could think about it, and then practiced the double cultivation method every day, and wanted to find new martial arts, and also wanted to review the places where he had missed and missed before, and felt the way of the king taught by He Yue with his heart, and truly transformed it into his own ability, he desperately enriched and enhanced his ability, and only felt that the time was not enough every day, how could he be in the mood to feel self-pity and self-pity, to be sad and sadIf it wasn't necessary, he really didn't want to waste time stepping out of Rong Yuan. How can he imprison Rong Yuan? He just doesn't have time, so he just goes out for a stroll.

Knowing that Feng Ran has never been willing to have physical contact with people, even the doctor is unwilling to take the pulse, at this time, Feng Ran actually took the initiative to hold his hand, and Manager Zhuang knew that it was Feng Ran who really accepted him from the heart and treated him as a friend, so he would not be disgusted with physical contact with himself, and he would take the initiative to shake hands. Manager Zhuang said: "What to say in return, Gongzi is serious." He didn't think that he could impress the wind dye, but he was moved by compassion for the wind dye, and he didn't expect the cold-hearted and cold-hearted wind dye to be so easily moved, under the hard shell of the 10,000-year-old ice, the heart was so soft!

Show weakness in front, show strength in the back, wait for the opportunity, kill with a blow, and then give it a threat, make it fearful, then give it grace, make it respectful, and then show it closeness, so that it will die to the ground, and recover the old fox, this is the last step. Feng Ran said softly: "After I leave, Mr. Feng Yuan will take care of it." ”

"Childe is leaving?"

"Hmm" Feng Ran stood with his hands in his hands, and responded casually, looking at the roof of the firewood room, as if he was in deep thought, the lofty and arrogant temperament was inadvertently revealed from Feng Ran's body, and there was a faint coercive momentum, which seeped out from the aura that Feng Ran did not deliberately converge. Feng Ran's stature is not wide, and he is not as tall as Mr. Zhuang, but Mr. Zhuang always has a feeling that Wind Dye is so unattainable.

How could He Yue let Feng Ran leave? Manager Zhuang didn't dare to ask directly, but only asked, "Where is Childe going?"

Kazezen shook his head slightly.

"When will Childe come back?" At least, Feng Yuan has stored so much grain and rice, and Feng Ran will not fail to give an explanation, so Manager Zhuang guessed that Feng Ran will definitely come back.