Chapter 667 Challenge

  Although Wu Ming only said that he had tried it on a horse, and even though Zhou Lu said that this was just his wild imagination, Feng Yong was sure in his heart that this was definitely a good way.

   Don't ask me how I know.

  Because I just know.

  So Feng Yong asked Zhou Lu, "Are you interested in being a mule manager? Like Duanmuzhe's."

  The name Zhou Lu is really good.

   furnace, donkey, mule.

   Once you hear it, you have a destiny.

   Zhou Lu let out an "ah", opened his mouth wide, and looked at Feng Yong blankly, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.

  Wu Ming heard it clearly, and asked back in disbelief, "Like Duanmuzhe's?"

  Feng Yong nodded, "That's right."

  Wu Ming received Feng Yong's definite answer, slapped his backhand, and then kicked violently, directly hitting his apprentice staggeringly, and pinning his head, "Quick, thank you sir."

   Zhou Lu bowed obediently, "Xie Junhou, thank you Junhou!"

"Okay, okay," Feng Yong stopped his puppet-like movements, "I will send some good donkeys over later, during this time, you first pick out suitable mares from all the tribes in Pingxiang, and which one do you like? Which one to choose."

   "If you have chosen, just let me know. If you need anything, just mention it. If you need people, you need food. I only have one request, and that is to produce the mules I need as soon as possible."

  The face of the young man who took on the big responsibility at the beginning has blushed for countless times, his whole body was trembling, and he said repeatedly, "The villain understands, and the villain will definitely not disappoint the king's expectations!"

   Although Duanmuzhe is a naturalized Qianghu, in Nanxiang, there are really not many people with higher status than him, and there are very few people who can order him.

  He is not only the goal of most people in Nanxiang, but also the goal of fellow veterans, and even the idol of Qushuai, a lot of Qianghu tribes in Longyou.

  This time, even Wu Ming was at a loss.

  Feng Yong waved his hand, "Think about this mule carefully, I'll go over there and have a look."

  After speaking, let them digest this matter well, and turn around to find Xijun.

  The city of Pingxiang City is not too big. All the tribes moved by Feng Yong set up tents one after another in the planned places outside the city in sequence.

  At the same time, not far from the camp of Dongfeng Express, a small trading market has formed independently.

  There are often internal employees of Dongfeng Express, with lumps of dry food that they can’t finish, come to exchange some furs with Qianghu, and earn some extra money.

   Now this small market has been requisitioned by Li Mu. Countless Qianghu poor people came over and looked at the fairy-like Han girl standing there with pitiful eyes.

  Whether it’s selling yourself or selling your wife or children, you all hope to have a full meal with her.

  Under Li Mu's feet, there was a pile of grain.

  There are fried noodles and millet.

  Guan Ji stood in the distance, watching Li Mu personally examine the women and children who came forward one by one, and suddenly said to Feng Yong who had just found her, "I am not as good as her."

  Feng Yong stepped forward to hold her hand, smiled slightly, "In my eyes, nothing in the world is as good as you."

  Guan Ji turned her head with clear eyes, "I didn't mean that."

   "Then Xijun, what do you want to say?"

  Feng Tubie, who had wasted an affectionate look, coughed dryly, and asked cheekily without changing his face.

  Guan Ji looked over there again, and said softly, "I look at these barbarians and think of the people of the Han family. What's the difference between the two?"

"My concubine now understands why the late emperor, my lord, and the three uncles of the Zhang family spent their entire lives trying to revive the Han Dynasty. Although they died nine times without regret. If the Han Dynasty can be rejuvenated and the world is peaceful, the immediate matter is not on the people of the Han Dynasty. How good would it be to reproduce?"

Speaking of this, Guan Ji clenched Feng Yong's hand, and turned her head. There was a rare trace of compassion in the eyes of this extremely strong woman, "I remember that A Lang once said to me, once you succeed, all bones will be destroyed. But don’t know what the full text is?”

   "Zeguo Jiangshan enters the battle plan, the living people have no plans to enjoy Qiaosu. With Jun Mo's words to seal the Marquis, one will succeed and all will die."

"Zeguo Jiangshan enters the war plan, how can the living people plan to enjoy Qiaosu?" Guan Ji murmured again, then looked at Li Mu's busy side, and finally let out another long sigh, "Sure enough! A Lang's talent , really beyond the reach of ghosts and gods."

  Feng Tubie's face felt slightly hot.

Guan Ji was immersed in the artistic conception of this poem, so she didn't notice Feng Yong's expression, but when she thought about the second half, she said again, "But the sentence 'according to Jun Mo's words', my concubine didn't I hope Aaron is like this."

   "Why?"

   "It is better to let Alang be a marquis than others. People in the world slander Alang, but my concubine knows that what Alang does is really for the sake of the people."

  Feng Yong secretly said ashamed.

  This is an era that is worse than others, I just don't have as thoroughly a bad life as others.

  Guan Ji saw Feng Yong's expression, but thought he was self-effacing, and she encouraged her, "Don't forget, Alang, at Yang'an Pass, he once promised his concubine that the Han Dynasty would definitely be revived."

   "I will never forget!"

  Feng Yong held Guan Ji's hand with a solemn expression.

  Guan Ji blushed a little, looked around quietly, and found that no one was looking, so she gently squeezed his hand to show her reply, and then broke free from his hand.

  She smoothed her temple hair to relieve her emotions, and suddenly smiled slyly, "I remember, Alang read it to my concubine at the beginning, but once he finished it, his bones were exhausted, and he regretted asking his husband to seek a title."

   "Now that this will be successful, but I don't know where I regret to ask my husband to find the Marquis?"

   "Huh?" Feng Yong was taken aback, "Is there such a thing?"

  Guan Ji rolled his eyes at him, and said in a coquettish tone, "Don't make such a coquettish appearance in front of my concubine, is it possible that Alang still wants to talk softly to my concubine?"

  Feng Yong smiled, looked around, and lowered his voice, "Xi Jun also said just now that a certain talent is beyond the reach of ghosts and gods, so these kinds of articles are just what you listen to."

   "The song I just made Xijun happy, but this one, I don't know what Xijun should give in exchange?"

  Guan Ji didn't understand what she meant, and frowned, "I want to listen to A Lang's article, and I want to exchange it with something?"

  Feng Tubie rubbed his hands together, and said shyly, "This poem is about the thoughts of women in the boudoir. My lord, this place is inappropriate. Why don't I talk to you in detail after we go back?"

  Guan Ji ate her mouth for a long time, and after hearing the first half of the sentence, she knew what this person was going to say in the second half of the sentence. How could she not know what he was thinking at this moment?

  There was a blush on her face, she gritted her silver teeth secretly, reached out her hand like lightning, pinched his shoulder, and said angrily, "Where are there so many rules?"

  Although Feng Yong is not short, Guan Ji is also tall. Her hands can easily rest on Feng Yong's shoulders with a little effort!

  Feng Tubie, who had a gun with a silver shape, said "Ouch", and immediately bent half of his body, "I say! I say! Let go first, sir."

  Guan Ji let out a "spit".

   "The young woman in her boudoir doesn't know how to worry. In spring, she puts on her makeup and goes to the emerald building. Suddenly she sees the color of willows on the street, and repents to teach her husband and son-in-law to look for a title."

  Feng Yong didn't dare to haggle any more, so he quickly read it out.

  Guan Ji was taken aback for a moment, but she loosened her hands.

   This poem should not be in the foreground, but it provoked her thoughts at once.

  In the spring of this year, she heard the news of the prime minister's Northern Expedition from far away in Yuexuan. Although she pretended to be nonchalant on the surface, she was always worried about Feng Yong, who was accompanying the army in the Northern Expedition.

   I don't know how many nights she woke up from nightmares.

   There is no eye for swords and guns in the battlefield. What she fears most is that some bad news will suddenly come one day.

  At that time, he was looking at his mood, and at this moment, this article.

   It turned out that the always strong Guan Ji bit her lower lip, and tears welled up in her eyes.

  Feng Tubie saw Guan Ji's appearance, and felt tenderness in his heart.

   At this moment, someone suddenly said in a displeased manner, "Your Majesty, madam, Liu Hun, the guardian of Qiang, came to see madam."

  Guan Ji was startled, and wiped the corners of her eyes behind her back, her expression quickly recovered, and then she turned around, "Liu Hun wants to see me? Isn't he a prince?"

   "He did say he wanted to see his wife."

  The maidservant with the sword said.

  Guan Ji brought a group of maidservants with swords and guns from Yuexuan, who were her bodyguards.

   This sword maid is one of them.

  Guan Ji glanced at Feng Yong, Feng Yong shrugged, obviously he didn't know what was going on.

   "Send him over here."

  Liu Hun was quickly brought over, and first bowed to Feng Yong, "I have seen you."

   Then he cupped his fists at Guan Ji again, "I've seen Guan Eng."

Um?

  Feng Yong took a look at Liu Hun. Hearing this kid's name, he seemed to be in a bad mood?

  Although Guan Ji is dressed as a woman, she is dressed in tight clothes and narrow sleeves, and her movements are as sharp as men's. "I don't know what's going on with Liu Zong?"

   Liu Hun glanced at Feng Yong.

  Feng Yong folded his hands behind his back and looked away, meaning not to get involved.

   "Guan Zong, the ruler and lord of great power, who is responsible for the safety of Longyou, is the body of a thousand gold, and now that Longyou is initially established, people's hearts are unpredictable, and he should protect the monarch and marquis. I don't know if Guan Engeng thinks so?"

   "It's natural."

  Guan Ji nodded.

   "Right now, I only see that there is only a maid beside the Junhou. Although he is holding a sword, if there is an attack by a villain, I am afraid that he will be scattered like a frightened bird. How can he protect the Junhou?"

   Liu Hun's eyes were burning, "So I asked myself to lead the troops to protect the surroundings of the prince."

   It’s not that Feng Yong doesn’t have a series, it’s just that the maid with a knife brought by Guan Ji occupies the innermost position, and the series is squeezed to the outside.

  Obviously, it seems that some people have grievances, or they may be worried about Feng Yong's safety, so Liu Hun was asked to come here as a representative to persuade him.

  However, Liu Hun's words of underestimating the maidservant obviously had the opposite effect. The maidservant standing beside him immediately held down the sword at his waist.

  Guan Ji raised her eyebrows, "Does Liu Zong believe me?"

   "How dare the villain not believe in Madam?" Liu Hun's tone softened, and he called Guan Cong to Madam, only to hear him say again, "The villain is just worried about the safety of the prince and marquis."

  Guan Ji glanced at Feng Yong.

  Feng Yong looked up at the sky, as if it was none of my business, and even wanted to whistle.

  Now he doesn't need to worry about safety by himself.

  Whether it is Zhuge Liang, Huang Yueying, Guan Ji, Zhang Xingyi representing the palace, or even the Xinghan Society, anyway, a group of people will take the initiative to help him worry about it.

   It’s not that there are people in Shuzhong who want his life, but those who dare to show it blatantly have almost been killed.

  The rest dared to hide in the dark and wait for the opportunity silently.

  Everyone knows that Guan Ji is a woman, but she can stand here so blatantly because of her special status.

   At the very beginning, she was the bodyguard sent by Huang Yueying to protect Feng Yong. At the same time, she later represented the interests of the nobles in the court, so she married Feng Yong, not Zhang Xingyi.

   Those who dare to use Guan Ji's identity as a woman are those from a family in central Sichuan.

  But the aristocratic families in central Sichuan have been torn apart by the cooperation of the prime minister of the Han Dynasty and the ruthless Xiaowen He over the years. They either shouted "True Fragrance" to change camps, or they were suppressed to the last breath and became real heirs of farming and studying.

  Plus Guan Ji followed Feng Yong in the identity of Guan Jiashiro, who was full and wanted to prove that the third wife of the Guan family was Guan Jiashiro?

   Over time, everyone got used to it.

   It's just that Guan Ji actually let a female army take over Feng Junhou's personal defense. The original part can only protect the periphery, so some people must be unhappy.

   Madam, you are powerful, so you can become Mrs. Junhou, but this does not mean that those little ladies are also better than us, right? Unless they can be wives too.

  Liu Hun has not been Feng Yong's entourage for a long time, but during the Northern Expedition, his performance has convinced everyone.

  He is brave, not afraid of life and death, and also has great martial arts skills, so naturally he was pushed out as a representative.

  In Feng Yong's view, this is actually the epitome of the small forces around him vying for status - even Liu Hun has a little lady Zhang behind him.

   As long as Guan Ji is by her side, she will take care of this kind of matter, after all, she is the wife of the Feng family.

   And there is competition to make progress.

   Besides, who knows if this is the Shura field? Safety first.

  Although Feng Yong looked up at the sky and said nothing, the meaning was already obvious.

  Guan Ji got Feng Yong's full authorization, but her expression became serious, "I'm sorry to remind you, I didn't think about this matter."

  As soon as these words came out, not only Liu Hun, but even Feng Yong looked over in surprise.

   It's just that since Guan Ji is known as the tiger girl, in many cases, she does things in a grand manner, not inferior to men.

   What's more, how could she put her personal emotions above A Lang's safety?

  No matter what the purpose of these people is, it is for A Lang's safety, and it is impossible for her to attack them, let alone chill the hearts of those who followed A Lang to the battlefield.

  So Guan Hunv proposed to compare the maidservants around her with the original part, and those who are capable will go up, and those who can't will go down.

  Horseback archery, army drills, corner fights, two wins out of three.

  When Liu Hun heard Guan Ji's proposal, he was overjoyed immediately, "Madam, are you serious?"

  Guan Ji smiled indifferently, "Your Majesty is the witness, how can it be child's play?"

   Liu Hun looked at Feng Yong.

  Feng Yong also did not expect Guan Ji to propose such a fair solution.

   "Cough, since the lady proposed, er, no, I mean, fair competition, this is very good."

  With Feng Yong's permission, Liu Hun cupped his fists, "Then let's go down and prepare."

   "Is Xijun going to end?"

  Watching Liu Hun go to prepare, Feng Yong asked in a low voice.

  Guan Ji smiled confidently, "The concubine will personally command the battle when the army is in formation."

  There is a lack of entertainment in the army, and now I heard that the two are engaged in a competition, even Zhang Yi and others have come to join in the fun, and even personally directed the soldiers to circle the field.

  (end of this chapter)