Chapter 752 Flesh and blood

  I don't do much activity in winter, and my bones are a little rusty. Zhao Guang helped me to move a little bit, and my whole body feels comfortable.

  Feng Yong sat back in his seat contentedly, took a sip of warm milk tea, and asked, "How is Old General Zhao doing now?"

  Zhao Guang was grinning, but he didn't dare to cry out the pain.

  Brother is much stronger now than before, and it hurts a lot from beating someone.

  Hearing Feng Yong's question, he quickly replied: "Your health is not bad, you can eat a lot of meat every day, and you can drink a few cups."

   "I'm interested. It's not a problem to practice spear skills for a while."

  Feng Yong frowned somewhat dissatisfied, "Why do you still drink every day?"

   He may not remember others clearly, but Feng Yong must be very clear about the life expectancy of Old Demon Zhuge and Mr. Zhao.

  Perhaps the Northern Expedition was successful, and it didn't make the old man too aggrieved in his last battle as in the original history.

   Now he has been promoted to General Zhengxi and became the governor of Longyou.

  People, when the qi in the heart is smooth, the mood is good, the mood is good, and the spirit is good.

  So the old man's spirit is not bad now.

  Last year, he picked and killed a little wild boar in front of himself.

   Seeing that this year is about to pass, as long as he survives this year, the old man's life will be extended, which is of great significance.

   Judging from the current situation, this is almost a certainty, and Feng Yong doesn't want to make any mistakes.

  But how do others know what Feng Yong is thinking?

   Zhao Guang said indifferently, "Isn't it cold in Longyou? Drink some honey wine to warm up!"

   "Honey wine is not allowed!" Feng Yong said sharply, "Immediately think of a way to make the old general drink less wine after returning home!"

  Zhao Guang was taken aback, not understanding why his brother was so excited all of a sudden.

   It's just that Feng Yong has a lot of prestige in his heart, and now he looks stern, so he habitually cowards.

   "But elder brother, younger brother, I don't dare to persuade you, and I can't persuade you!"

   "Stupid!" Feng Yong scolded, "You can't persuade, don't you know how to find someone who can persuade you?"

  Feng Yong understands what Zhao Guang means. After all, in this era, drinking is a rare and beautiful thing.

  Some people even call sake a sage and turbid wine a sage.

  Mead wine is delicious, but it is distilled wine, and its alcohol content is actually much higher than other wines, let alone those spirits that are specially supplied to the north.

  In Longyou, which is quite cold, it took only a little over a year for spirits to rise to the same status as tea.

   Both are the most popular things among the Qianghu tribe.

  But no matter how much the world thinks drinking is a good thing, they can't make the old man drink more.

  Zhao Guang patted his head, his face full of confusion, "With the current status of your lord, who else can persuade him? Could it be the prime minister?"

  Feng Yong let out a "heh" and said meaningfully: "I heard that the old general and Aunt Ma and his wife are very affectionate and affectionate?"

   "My lord and grandma are naturally in love..." Zhao Guanggang said half a sentence, and suddenly his face was full of shock, "Brother meant to let grandma..."

   Li Yi and Li Qiu also reacted, looking at Feng Yong with astonishment.

   "I remember, isn't Huailihou (Ma Teng) from Longxi? Back then, Ma Hussar wanted to return to his hometown but was not available. Why not let Aunt Ma fulfill this wish?"

  Feng Yong suddenly thought about Zhao Guang's mother, Zhao Mashi, really like a filial junior.

   "My brother made a mistake, my father (grandfather) is not from Longxi," Zhao Guang explained, "it is Fufeng Mausoleum."

   "However, she was born in Longxi and grew up in Longxi, so my mother can be regarded as half of Longxi."

  Feng Yong snorted, "Why is that?"

"Because the ancestral home of Wai Zeng Wangfu (Ma Teng's father) was originally Fufeng Maoling, he served as the county captain of Langan County in Tianshui, then lost his official position, because he was exiled in Longxi, and finally married a wife and had children in Longxi. "

  Feng Yong finally understood, "So that's the case, I did remember wrong."

  Then he continued, "That's half of the hometown, and with the horses riding all over Longyou, wouldn't Aunt Ma want to go back to visit the old place?"

  Zhao Guang thought for a while, and suddenly he looked terrified, "But, but if my lord knows that I asked my mother to stop him from drinking, he will beat me to death!"

  He trusted Feng Yong very much, and he didn't ask why he couldn't let his adults drink more.

   I was just worried that if my adults knew the truth, the Zhao family would cause family tragedies.

   "You have to think about it," Feng Yongyu said earnestly, "For things like wine, you can drink less, not too much. Drinking too much will risk shortening your life."

  In order to strengthen the credibility of this statement, he emphasized another sentence: "This is the precept of my teacher. In my teacher, everyone knows that excessive drinking can damage the body."

   "Old General Zhao is at such an age, and he must exercise restraint, otherwise who knows what will happen?"

  Feng Langjun's rhetoric has become a passive halo, and he can only hear him say half-threateningly:

   "With Aunt Ma protecting you, the old general may not be able to kill you, but if you know that drinking too much alcohol is dangerous, you don't think of a way to stop it."

   "If something happens to the old general, you will become an unfilial son..."

   Seeing his elder brother looking at him gloomyly, Zhao Guang was startled and shouted loudly:

   "Don't talk about it, brother. My younger brother will leave for Jicheng tomorrow, and I will try my best to persuade adults to drink less. After two months, spring will come, and I will have my mother escorted here!"

  Feng Yong nodded in satisfaction, "Remember to ask the old general for advice and learn cavalry tactics."

   "Little brother understands."

   "By the way, how is Wei Ran (Yang Wanwan) doing now?"

   "He is now going back to Yinping to see his family."

  Zhao Guang replied, "His family is also the king of Baima Di, and now he has the post of prefect of Yinping, which can be regarded as returning home with wealth."

  When Liu Bei and Cao Cao fought for Hanzhong, Yang Ju, the father of Yang Wanwan, was the king of Di in Yinping, Wudu. He echoed Ma Chao and raised troops to respond.

   Now that he is the prefect of Yinping, it is not inappropriate to talk about returning home with wealth.

   "I will sign a document for the two of you later, and I will take up the post of protecting Qiang, and I will be in charge of protecting the cavalry in Qiang's school lieutenant's mansion."

  Feng Yong sat on the chair and said something.

   We beat and scolded, but we still need to cultivate those who should be cultivated.

   After all, it smells really good.

  Yang Wanwan is the head of the Baima Di tribe, and he also knows about cavalry. Letting him assist Zhao Guang can be regarded as giving the best of his talents.

   "Brother really still loves me!"

  After Zhao Guang was beaten, scolded and threatened, he finally ushered in a happy event, jumped up quickly, and shouted happily.

   "Shut up!" Feng Yong shouted, "I don't love you at all!"

  Zhao Guang looked aggrieved.

  Feng Yong stroked his forehead and sighed helplessly.

  The battle where the Sima clan sent the five-way army to attack Shu was a major event in the late Three Kingdoms period.

  Feng Yong naturally knew this process clearly.

  In order to cover Jiang Wei, Zhao Guang led Ji Han's main force to retreat and died in battle.

   At the end of the Ji Han period when talents were dying, he was considered a general among short people.

  Because under the circumstances at that time, being able to be entrusted with the heavy responsibility of covering the rear was naturally the person Jiang Wei trusted the most, and at the same time, he must have certain requirements for ability.

   What's more, he is his brother now, so what can we do if we don't train him?

   It's just that Feng Yong looked at the appearance of this guy in front of him, and his heart was a little drummed: Are you really capable of taking on important tasks?

  Why do I always have a feeling of insecurity?

  But thinking of Zhao Yun, Feng Yong felt a little relieved: it's a big deal to ask the old man for his opinion and let him check it out.

  If the old man thinks it's okay, then there's nothing to say.

  After all, when Zhao Guang was guarding Xiaoguan last year, the old man didn't say anything, and he assumed that Zhao Guangneng led the army.

  If the old man thinks that Zhao Guang is not suitable to lead the cavalry army, then let him feel at ease as a partial general and lead a battalion of infantry to defeat him.

   I believe that under the joint suppression of the old man and myself, a Erha will not be able to cause any disturbance.

  After figuring this out, Feng Yong became happy again.

   After waiting for so long, I can finally go home to see my wife and children.

   On the second day, Zhao Guang rushed to Jicheng first.

  Feng Yong handed over various matters to Li Qiu, and even took his soldiers to the foot of Hongchiling Mountain to enjoy the scenery in the cold weather.

  It caused the Wei army guarding the various passes of Hongchiling to be nervous for a while.

  Feng Junhou Yaowu's admiration of Hongchiling is also the key point to explain clearly to Li Qiu.

  After the soldiers of Longyou Dudu Mansion took over the garrison, Feng Yong led the soldiers of Hu Qiang Xiaowei Mansion back to Pingxiang.

  At the same time, Chen Shi, the former prefect of Longxi, was transferred to be the prefect of Xiping County.

  The new Longxi prefect is a surprising figure, it is You Chu who disappeared for a long time.

  Before traveling to Chu, he served as the prefect of Longxi for a long time, and he was deeply relied on by the officials in Longxi.

   Now that he is serving as the prefect of Longxi again, he has changed from Wei to Han, which is quite dramatic.

  Pingxiang in November has entered the coldest time.

  But the Nuan Pavilion in Huqiang Xiaowei's Mansion is as warm as spring.

  The fine charcoal was burning vigorously, Guan Ji was only wearing a thin sweater, half bent over, and was concentrating on looking through the documents that Pingxiang had kept this year.

  After raising the baby for so long, she has been in confinement for another month, and she has not touched the affairs of the Qiang Xiaowei's mansion for more than half a year.

  So after confinement, she needs to re-familiarize with all this while the child is asleep.

   Zhang Xingyi, who was sitting beside her, looked absent-minded, and couldn't help secretly looking at Guan Ji's more magnificent curves than before.

  Looking once, bowing his head once, the expression on his face became more and more depressed.

  Guan Ji's senses were keen, and she noticed Zhang Xingyi's small movements, so she raised her head and asked with concern: "What's the matter?"

  Zhang Xingyi rested his cheeks and murmured, "Sister, tell me, can brother-in-law come back a hundred years before the child?"

  Guan Ji didn't care too much, she shook her head, "Who can say for sure about military matters?"

   Speaking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, with a hint of satisfaction in her smile.

   It may be because of becoming a mother, there is even a gentleness in her smile that has never been seen before.

   "Compared to other women, I am lucky to be able to follow him in this way, but I dare not have too many extravagant hopes."

  As a general and tiger girl, Guan Ji naturally knew one thing: most of the old officials who followed the late emperor to fight the world were separated from their wives.

  It wasn't until the first emperor pacified the land of Shu and settled down that many people remarried and had children.

   There are very few families whose wives and children have never been separated from the beginning to the end. The Zhang family is one of the luckiest families.

  So Siniang may not have much understanding of this kind of thing.

  But she herself is different. She has not only seen life and death, but also experienced it herself.

   "Don't dare to have too many extravagant expectations" is her sincere words after having a child.

   "We can help him in the rear, as long as he is safe in the front is enough."

  Guan Ji's expression on her face was very calm, with her lowest extravagant hopes in her calm.

   "Others, if you can have it, you can't have it, don't force it."

  Zhang Xingyi couldn't understand Guan Ji.

  Her hands supported her head, "Sister, it feels like you have changed a lot."

  Guan Ji smiled lightly, and couldn't help reaching out to touch Zhang Xingyi's little head.

   "When you become a child's mother in the future, you will understand. If you have a son and a daughter, and a caring Ah Lang, what more can you ask for?"

  After the Northern Expedition, the second brother moved to the Central Guard Army, and now the Guan family has regained its foothold, so she doesn't need to worry about it.

  So, apart from asking for the safety of Alang, who led the army, he really had nothing to ask for.

  Zhang Xingyi curled his lips, "How sweet is he? It's fine if he wasn't there when you gave birth, and you don't even know if the baby will come back in a hundred days!"

  The two were talking when a baby cried from the next door.

   Immediately afterwards, another baby started crying too.

  Guan Ji sighed in distress when she heard the cries of her children.

  The two wet nurses quickly came over from the same inner door with the baby in their arms, "Ma'am, the little lord and the young lady are both hungry."

  Guan Ji looked left and right, with a look of embarrassment on her face, and said hesitantly, "Give me your son, and you go feed your daughter."

   "Why don't you feed your daughter first? My son has a thick skin, so don't spoil him too much."

  The door of the room was pushed open, and a person came in wrapped in a burst of air-conditioning. Before the person could stand still, he suggested.

  Hearing this voice, Zhang Xingyi suddenly stood up, opened his mouth and cried out in surprise: "Ah..."

   "A Lang!" Guan Ji exclaimed in surprise.

  Feng Yong closed the door tightly, then turned around, looked at Guan Ji, with a smile on his face, like a spring breeze, gentle and proud.

   It seemed that he was proud of his sudden appearance and gave his woman a surprise.

  Guan Ji stood there in a daze, staring at him fixedly, as if she couldn't believe it.

   Only Feng Yong reminded: "The child is crying, why don't you feed her quickly? Don't let her starve to death!"

  Guan Ji just remembered a pair of children who were crying hard beside her, and she said "Ah", her hands and feet were a little flustered, "Show me."

   While Guan Ji was taking the child, Feng Yong turned his eyes and glanced at Zhang Xingyi.

  Zhang Xingyi rolled his eyes at him, put on a stern face, and turned his head away, not looking at him.

  Feng Yong felt bored, consciously took off his thick robe and overcoat, and walked over lightly, "Is this our daughter?"

   "Son."

  Guan Ji turned her head slightly, looked at his face, and answered softly.

  In front of her family, Alang, she was not shy, and was going to lift up her clothes to feed the child.

  Feng Junhou was very dissatisfied immediately, he stretched out his hand to take the child from Guan Ji, and carefully looked at this little man crying for milk.

  The softest part of my heart was touched by something, and there was an inexplicable feeling, a little numb.

   There was a warmth, a pity, in his chest.

  Is this what it feels like to be connected to flesh and blood?

   Really amazing.

  Feng Yong unconsciously revealed a gentle smile.

   Then he handed the baby directly to the nurse: "Here, take it and feed it."

  He stretched out his hand and roasted it by the fireplace next to him, making sure that there was no remaining air-conditioning, and then he carefully hugged his daughter.

   At this time, the crying of the son disappeared next door.

   What's amazing is that the daughter also stopped, her dark eyes looked at Feng Yong motionlessly, and her eyes seemed to be full of curiosity.

  Feng Yongle's snot blisters almost came out.

   There was a smirk on his face: "This is good, my daughter!"

  (end of this chapter)