Chapter 113 The day when the lord fulfills his promise, when the concubine kowtows

  Feng Yong sent Guan Ji to the gate of the post house, and Guan Ji finally broke her arm out of his hand.

  The feeling of holding warm jade suddenly became empty, feeling a little lost.

  Looking at Guan Ji's outstretched palm, she immediately put the few bamboo slips that she had been holding in her hand into her palm, untied the knife hanging from her waist, and handed it over.

   Finally touched his chest, hesitated for a moment, but made no other moves.

  Guan Ji didn't know he was there, so she nodded and said, "I really thank Feng Langjun today."

   "Why does Sanniang need to be so polite? It's just that it's better to be more careful when you compete with that yellow lady in the future. This sword has no eyes, no matter if it hurts anyone, it won't be good."

  Guan Ji smiled lightly, and under the lantern of the posthouse, it bloomed instantly like a night flower, which made Feng Yong amazed, such a beautiful girl, but she was as cold as ice all year round, she was really a waste of nature.

   "Actually, if I hadn't rushed here yesterday and my physical strength hasn't fully recovered, I would definitely not be at a disadvantage today."

   Could it be that this is also a competitive person?

  At the moment, I had no choice but to nod: "Victory and defeat are commonplace in military affairs, heroes please..."

   Tongue stumbled, and then he said again: "A hero will never be discouraged by winning or losing for a while."

  Guan Ji shook her head lightly: "The concubine is just a woman, and she can't be considered a hero." She said with a sad face, "Even the ladies of the big families are much better than me. The appearance of a female celebrity is not as good as that of a concubine."

Feng Yong thought to himself: "The so-called ladies are just sold by the aristocratic family as goods for sale. The appearance of those female celebrities is just the packaging on the surface of the goods. Just like those merchants in later generations who put their own If the goods are packaged brightly, the price can be raised and the price can be sold at a good price. The same is true for ladies and gentlemen, as long as the price is right, why is it difficult to get it?"

  However, there is no way around this. Market demand determines market supply. Men in the world like this one, so they will naturally pack it according to their preferences. Look at Li Yi, he is the most typical example.

Guan Ji said this, but her eyes swept Feng Yong a few more times, seeing the disapproving expression on his face, her heart moved slightly, and she asked tentatively: "Looking at Feng Langjun's expression, don't you think my concubine is right? wrong?"

Feng Yong chuckled: "That's right, why not say it wrong? A woman with an outstanding appearance can naturally attract men." Then he added another sentence in his heart, just like Li Yi, who saw the aristocratic family The daughter of the He family was so fascinated that she couldn't walk.

  When Guan Ji heard this, her expression became even darker.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yong went on to say: "But the appearance of a female celebrity is not edible, and a girl like this is just to add some luster to a man's face. It is better to find a confidant. Isn't life better?"

  For a beautiful girl like you, others don’t know, how can I still not know, the colder the surface, the hotter the heart. Just listen to what Zhao Guang said, you have an extremely strong character, so you know it. Coupled with her high martial arts skills, this is much more interesting than ordinary girls from aristocratic families.

  Guan Ji lowered her head, revealing her slender neck. She was as graceful as a swan. Her expression was invisible, and her voice was a little erratic: "Feng Langjun's words are quite different."

   "That's it." Feng Yong said with a grin, "I wish to know that the loved one will never be separated. Could it be the happiest thing in the world?"

  At the moment, I only felt that Guan Ji was as cold as before, but I didn't expect that after this conversation, she would speak so docilely, and I reaffirmed my conclusion just now that people can't be judged by appearances.

  Guan Ji finally turned her head, looked straight at Feng Yong, and there was some water in her eyes: "A man should make meritorious deeds, how can he be so affectionate?"

"As soon as the merits are achieved, the bones will wither away, and it is said that the husband and son-in-law are repenting and looking for a title. The world has been in chaos for forty years, and how many husbands have become bones in the tomb? Once the achievements are made and used, how many bones will be withered?" Feng Yongqing With a sigh, "It's just suffering the people of the world."

  Guan Ji's eyes shone with a strange light, she thought to herself, this Feng Langjun's literary talent is really remarkable, and it's nothing more than what he wants to say. It is said that Cao Zhi, the son of Cao thief, has all the talents in the world, and no one can match him. It seems that this is just a lie, and I am afraid that Feng Langjun will not give up. If a big man can still have such a literary spirit, it seems that his luck will not be bad.

Thinking this way in his heart, he nodded at the same time and said: "Feng Langjun's words have exhausted the world's affairs. Back then, the late emperor, late father and third uncle saw that the yellow scarf was messing up the world, so they swore together and wanted to I want to bring peace to the world again, I never thought about it..."

   Speaking of this, Guan Ji stopped, but couldn't continue.

  Feng Yong quickly comforted: "The dead are gone, and the living are like this. This world, after all, is the world of Han, and it will not change."

   "Feng Langjun also thought that this big man would eventually recover?"

   "Wherever the sun and the moon shine, and where the rivers and rivers go, are all Han soil." Feng Yong felt a sense of pride in his heart when he said this, and he smiled confidently, "The big man has always been there, but it's not yet time to revive."

"Feng Langjun, you really are a young hero. What the prime minister said is true." Guan Ji took a few steps back, and for the first time bent her knees to perform a blessing ceremony for a woman, "If one day, Mr. Lang can really keep his promise, my concubine It is willing to kowtow for your lord."

   After finishing speaking, he took a few steps back before turning around and walking into the post house, disappearing into the darkness.

   What the fuck...

  Feng Yong stood there dumbfounded, thinking what did I just say? Why do you have to be cheap?

  Backing to her post house room, Ah Mei saw Feng Yong coming back, and hurriedly cleaned his hands for him, and then served the food that he had prepared long ago.

Looking at the steaming food, Feng Yong moved his index finger. When he went out during the day, he only drank some chicken soup to warm his stomach. Food, where can I bear it?

  Just as he picked up the chopsticks to move, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Zhao Guang shouted, "Why did the elder brother come back at this time? The younger brother can't wait for a long time."

  While talking, he rushed over and reached out to grab the chicken legs on the case table. Feng Yong picked up his chopsticks and knocked it down hard, cursing: "How many times have you said that you didn't listen? Go wash your hands!"

   There was a "pop", Zhao Guang didn't dodge it after all, so he had to retract and blow air again and again, and followed Amei to wash his hands resentfully.

  After he came back after washing his hands, he told Amei to go to Zhao Guang's room to bring the case table, and then distributed some of the food and drink on his case, and gave him a new one.

  Just when she was about to put down her chopsticks, she suddenly remembered something, pointed to the food on the table and told Amei, "Hurry up and send these food to that lady of Guan, and make me a portion when you come back."

Hearing this, Zhao Guang, who was drinking chicken soup happily, said quickly: "Brother, can I also send this meal to Sister Huang? I will ask Amei to make some more later, and I will go with my brother later." Let’s eat again. The food in this post house is really unpalatable, and my sister didn’t eat much for dinner.”

  Feng Yong squinted at the bowl in his hand: "Do you want to send the chicken soup in your hand too?"

  (end of this chapter)