Chapter 753 Discrimination

  After eating and drinking, the daughter fell asleep very contentedly, quietly, like a little lady.

  Guan Ji pulled down her sweater and asked softly, "Why did Ah Lang come back so soon?"

  Feng Junhou's gaze was still fixed on a certain place, reluctantly.

  Hearing Guan Ji's question, he responded with a rambling voice: "I miss you, I want to see my son and daughter sooner, so I left the army and came back first with my personal guards."

  Guan Ji noticed someone's gaze, blushed, and secretly kicked him.

  Feng woke up with a start, and looked at Zhang Xingyi next to him with a guilty conscience.

  Zhang Xingyi's eyes were about to burst into flames, and his teeth were gritted.

   Mouthed "Yah" at him, then turned around and prepared to leave.

   "Yi Ya Yi Ya!"

  The daughter in Guan Ji's arms stretched out her small hand.

  Feng Yong quickly reached out to hug his daughter.

  Guan Ji handed it over with some worry, and said in her mouth, "Will you hug me?"

   "Don't worry, didn't I hug it just now? Besides, even if I haven't hugged it, I haven't seen it yet?"

  Feng Yong took it carefully.

  Who didn’t take care of younger siblings when the rural children were young?

   "Spitting up milk?"

"ah?"

  Guan Ji was taken aback for a moment, somewhat unable to understand Feng Yong's question.

   "Will the child throw up after eating?"

  Feng Yong asked again in an explanatory manner.

  Guan Ji finally understood, her face was a little red, and she pinched Feng Yong lightly, "No."

   At the same time, she signaled that Siniang was still beside her.

  Unexpectedly, she turned her head, just in time to find that Siniang was gently opening the door, apparently wanting to leave space for herself.

  Feng Yong didn't care about anything else, just looked down at the child, and smiled with satisfaction when he heard this, he was such a good boy.

  Even so, he carefully leaned the child slightly.

   After a while, the wet nurse came in, wanting to take the baby away.

  Feng Yong shook his head, reluctant to let go, "I'll do it."

  Carried the child to the cubicle, carefully placed the daughter side by side next to the sleeping son, touched the kang, felt the temperature was just right, and then nodded in satisfaction.

  The pediatric medical workers in Nanxiang have indeed accumulated a lot of experience in this area.

  After the child fell asleep, Feng Yong had time to notice other things.

   "Didn't you say Madam is here? Why is there no one there?"

   "After the child is full moon, with the help of nurses and medical workers, the concubine can see it by herself."

  Guan Ji walked out of the room with Feng Yong, and explained, "Didn't A-Lang tell Ah Mei what to do?"

   "I heard that the progress is not going well, my aunt is here, just to help take a look, so I went to the manufacturing bureau."

   Speaking of this, Guan Ji was a little dissatisfied.

   "I don't know what Alang asked Amei to make. Even my aunt finds it tricky."

   "He said he came to see me, but how could he know that these days he goes to the bureau early every day, as if he was on duty there."

  Feng Yong was a little surprised and pleasantly surprised when he heard it: "Madam went to the Manufacturing Bureau to help develop the bed crossbow?"

  This is a great thing!

  Among the engineers he knows so far, Feng Yong only recognizes two and a half, one is Huang Yueying and the other is Ma Jun.

  The other half is Pu Yuan, who is a forging specialist, unlike Huang Yueying who is cross-disciplinary.

  Huang Yueying and Pu Yuan are both in Dahan, and they are also related to Zhuge Old Demon.

  Ma Jun is awesome, at least not worse than Huang Yueying, maybe even better?

   Fortunately, he has always been a petty official in Wei State and was not taken seriously.

   "Not only did I go, but I also praised the rules of the manufacturing bureau, saying that the standardization can gather the strength of everyone, which is great."

   "By the way, is Alang hungry? My aunt should be coming back soon. I will go and order my servants to prepare dinner first. Alang will eat something to fill his stomach first?"

  Guan Ji asked with concern.

   "Hungry is a little hungry."

  Feng Yong said something, then looked back at the room, the door was closed, the nurse should not come out until the child wakes up.

   There was no one else, his eyes began to flicker, and he asked in a low voice: "Just now I saw that my daughter only ate one side?"

   "What side?"

  Guan Ji didn't understand at first, and then saw where someone's eyes fell, her face flushed, and she let out a shy "Bah".

   "Isn't it going up?"

   Someone Feng swallowed, and asked with concern.

   "Well, it's a little bit up, but it doesn't matter, just feed two next time. This time they are both hungry, so I can only feed one first."

  Guan Ji was a little ashamed and explained.

  It’s a good amount of work.

  Feng Junhou felt a little proud. I knew at the beginning that my child would definitely not go hungry.

   "I'm hungry too..."

"ah!"

   This is Guan Ji exclaiming in a low voice.

"Snapped!"

   This is the sound of Guan Ji hitting someone.

  Huang Yueying and Amei returned from the manufacturing bureau an hour earlier than before.

  In Huqiang Captain's mansion, many servants were shuttling back and forth, with light steps and beaming.

  The prince who has won a big battle has returned home!

  The servants don't understand any major principles, they only know that their lives are closely connected with the Hou Mansion.

  The more powerful the prince, the longer everyone's good life will last, and it is best to last forever.

  Seeing Mrs. Prime Minister and Mrs. Mei returning home, the servants who passed by saluted one after another.

  Zhang Xingyi stood at the door of the small living room before eating, directing the servants, apparently preparing dinner.

  In the Nuan Pavilion, Feng Junhou was lazily leaning on the cashmere-covered bench with a satisfied smile on his face.

  Guan Ji's cheeks were reddish, she was far away from him, and she was flipping through documents, but her eyes were always wandering inadvertently, as if she had done something wrong.

  Seeing Huang Yueying push the door in, she quickly stood up like a frightened little rabbit, "Auntie, you are back."

  Huang Yueying nodded slightly, her eyes fell on Feng Yong.

   "Meet the lady."

  Feng Junhou saluted solemnly.

   "We are all a family, so there is no need to be so divided."

  Having not seen him for three years, Huang Yueying, who regarded Feng Yong as his nephew, was delighted to see that Feng Yong had not only become calm, but also had the power of a superior person.

   "It really has changed! In the past three years, although you have not been in Jincheng, there are still news about you from time to time in Jincheng."

  Huang Yueying walked up to him, looked at it carefully for a while, with appreciation in her eyes, "It's a little less delicate than a few years ago."

   "My body is much stronger than before. It seems that I have suffered a lot in the army."

  Feng Yong smirked and didn't explain.

  Huang Yueying asked Feng Yong and Guan Ji to sit down, and said, "After the First Battle of Longyou, news about you spread all over Jincheng, and it is not an exaggeration to say that your name has been spread all over the world."

   "I heard the news from the front, and I was really scared."

   "To be honest, it's really hard to say what the Northern Expedition would have been like without you."

   "Thinking about how you looked like a few years ago, I can't see that you have such courage. Even the empress dowager in the palace said that the big man has a Feng Mingwen who is outstanding in both civil and military skills..."

  Huang Yueying might be too happy in her heart, she was a little rambling, and asked a lot of questions.

  Feng Yong answered one by one.

  Amei was not qualified to interrupt, she stood there, but the joy in her eyes was almost overflowing.

   After an unknown amount of time, the door was pushed open, and Zhang Xingyi walked in, "Aunt, Sister, it's time for dinner."

   I don’t know if I heard what my little aunt said, but the pair of children in the room just started crying at this time.

   "Is the child hungry?"

  Although Huang Yueying still has more to say, children are the most important thing, so she reminded her.

  Guan Ji rushed into the room and took the baby from the nurse.

   I don’t know whether the son or the daughter took two puffs, but found that nothing could be sucked out, and all of a sudden, he danced and cried loudly.

  Huang Yueying heard the crying, walked in and asked, "Why are you still crying?"

  Guan Ji was so frightened that her hands trembled, her face turned red, and she murmured a few words.

   Fortunately, the child was crying loudly, Huang Yueying was all focused on the child, but she didn't notice Guan Ji's abnormality.

  Guan Ji handed the child to the wet nurse and motioned for the wet nurse to feed her, and the baby stopped crying.

  The child had a wave of sense of presence, and after Huang Yueying came out of the room, she finally remembered something.

  She asked Feng Yong who was waiting outside: "The child's 100th day is coming soon, have you decided on a name?"

  Feng Yong nodded: "Sanniang took the nickname, anyway, I'm used to it, so I won't change it."

  The son’s name is Achong, and the daughter’s name is Shuangshuang.

  It was called Ah Chong because there were many bugs in the yard at that time, and it was also for easy feeding.

  It is called Shuangshuang because it is a pair.

   "You are willing to accommodate Sanniang."

  Huang Yueying said something.

   Then he asked again, "The child's name will be announced to the outside world in 100 days. What do you plan to use to correct the name?"

   "The son's name is Feng Ling, and the daughter's name is Feng Ying."

  Feng Yong replied.

   "What did you say?"

  Huang Yueying couldn't think of the meaning of this.

   "When the child was born, it was the time when I captured Lingju City, so I took the word Ling."

  After listening to Feng Yong's explanation, Huang Yueying nodded, "So that's the case, but it can be regarded as pinning your hope of being a father."

   "Why did the pair choose the word Ying?"

  Feng Yong smiled slightly, "Moth snow willow golden strands, the laughter is full of fragrance. This is a sentence I wrote for my daughter, so I choose the word "Ying."

  As soon as these words came out, not only Huang Yueying, but also Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi's eyes lit up.

   "Good sentence!" Huang Yueying exclaimed, pondered for a while, and then sighed, "The daughter of the Feng family will overwhelm everyone in the future just by her name."

  Feng Yong smiled triumphantly.

  Is that right?

  Other people report their names, but they are all dry. At most, they can show off: "Who is my adult."

  Only her own daughter didn't need to mention her name at all, and she directly reported her unique logo: "Moth snow willow golden strands, full of laughter and fragrance."

   Then others suddenly realized: "Oh, it turns out to be the daughter of Feng Junhou's family!"

   "Only this sentence?"

  Guan Ji, the more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became, so she couldn't help asking.

  This person, when it comes to articles, his favorite thing to do is to read half of the text and leave the other half, which is very annoying.

   "I only have this sentence for the time being. I will write a song specially for her later. Even if it is a gift for her, it is not an article."

  The current poems have only just emerged from the Confucian classics of the Han Dynasty, and the various rhythms have not yet fully formed.

   Guys are just freewheeling a lot of the time.

   Not to mention things like words that go further.

  Write a long and short sentence, no one will say anything, and if you can’t say it, others will think that you are creating a new style of writing.

   "You dote on your daughter." Huang Yueying remembered this matter in her heart, and thought to herself that just these two sentences were enough to be exciting.

   Not to mention the few articles written by this kid, few people can compare.

   Thinking about it, even if it is a song, it is enough to make people look forward to it.

   "Why don't you write a few words for Ah Chong?"

  Zhang Xingyi fights for his nephew.

   "Can't write!"

  Feng Junhou replied confidently.

   Huang Yueying, Guan Ji, and Zhang Xingyi choked on the spot.

  After eating the sumptuous dinner specially prepared by Zhang Xingyi's servants, Feng Yong took another bath before going to bed.

   Xiao Biesheng is newly married, not to mention that this is the first time Feng Yong can spend the night in Guan Ji's room after Guan Ji became pregnant.

  The leader has been away for several months, and his murderous aura is relatively heavy. It takes a long time to eliminate the murderous aura in his body, so he sleeps late at night.

  Plus, on the way back from Lingju, I was a little tired from the haste all the way, and I didn't want to wake up the next morning.

  Feeling the bright light, Feng Yong reluctantly opened his eyes. Feeling that his eyes were astringent, he immediately narrowed his eyes again.

  In the light of the candle, he saw a familiar figure swaying in front of the window.

   "Xijun, what are you doing?"

  Guan Ji turned her head and said apologetically, "Did you bother A Lang?"

  Look out the window, it's still dark.

  Dawn is late in winter, and I don’t know what time it is.

  Wrapped in a warm velvet quilt, Feng Yong asked lazily, "What are you doing up so early?"

  He just felt sore and refreshed all over his body, and he didn't want to move.

   "Alang is away on an expedition, and all the rest will be paid to his concubine. Now that Alang has returned from victory, he can just rest in peace and leave the rest to his concubine."

  Guan Ji stood up and walked to the couch.

  Feng Yong discovered that she was wearing military uniform again, full of heroic vigor—but her chest muscles were a bit exaggerated.

   "What are you doing?"

   Feng Yong asked in surprise.

   "A Lang brought back all the bodyguards this time?"

  Guan Ji didn't answer, but asked a question instead.

   "That's natural."

  Feng Yong was a little inexplicable.

  Guan Ji nodded, but talked about another matter.

   "About ten days ago, someone sent a few heads from Fanghan in Longxi. According to the person who sent them, they were the heads of the leader of the Hu rebellion in Longxi."

   "Oh, and this?"

  Feng Yong finally woke up, supported himself up, "Tell me carefully."

  He really didn't know about it.

  Guan Ji said calmly, "Siniang has synthesized the information from all parties and came up with a guess: the barbarians in Yanhan probably won't be able to survive this winter."

  I remembered that last winter, the rebels in the west of Longxi were first robbed by Xianbei, and then some of them were disabled by themselves.

  It seems very reasonable that they can't survive this winter.

   "In addition, Xiping has now returned to the hands of the big man, and Yuhan is surrounded by the big man on three sides, and there are high mountains to the south. They may not even have the strength to climb over the mountain now."

  Guan Ji sat on the side of the couch, "It seems that A Lang really hurt them last winter."

  Feng Yong smiled triumphantly, "I don't even look at who your A-Lang is!"

  Guan Ji nodded and praised: "Alango is very powerful."

  Unexpectedly, another turning point came later, "I just heard that Alang was assassinated after the siege of Didao Qianghu was relieved last year?"

   The smile on Feng Yong's face suddenly froze.

   "The concubine looked through the archived documents a few days ago, and only then did I know that there was such a thing. At that time, the guards did not do enough to protect them, and they were forced to come to A Lang by the thieves."

   "Fortunately, Si Niang arranged for a hero to be in the handyman, which made A Lang safe and sound, right?"

  Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong fixedly.

  Feng Yong was sweating a little, touched the kang, "This kang seems to be too hot."

   "I don't mean to blame A Lang." Guan Ji said softly, "The leader is out, anything can happen, not to mention that it is said that people in the mountain gate are plotting."

   "But it is a fact that the guards are not doing enough to protect them. So I thought, taking advantage of the winter, I will train the guards more."

  When Guan Ji mentioned the bodyguard, her face sank slightly.

   Seeing the appearance of his young master, Feng Yong felt that it was necessary to explain to the trilogy: "I don't blame them, after all, the opponent was too strong at that time."

  Guan Ji disagreed with Feng Yong's statement, and her tone was firm: "When I was in Nanzhong, I once said that this kind of thing can only happen once."

   "If the opponent's pawns came up, I wouldn't blame them. But they let someone take advantage of the loophole and let the eagle shooter shoot A Lang."

   "If it wasn't for the armor on Alang's body, the concubines would have their hearts broken."

  When Guan Ji said this, there was a cold light in her eyes.

   "The personal guards are different from the infantry in the battalion. The protection of the commander is the first. They are taken advantage of by others, that is, the protection is not effective. How can they evade and say that the enemy is too strong?"

  Feng Yong swallowed, he suddenly wanted to drink water.

  Looking at the tiger girl who suddenly became murderous in front of him, Feng Junhou felt that this should be the real tiger girl, right?

   "Yes...that's right!" Feng Junhou replied very spinelessly, "It's because I didn't think carefully. I'm afraid that Xijun will have to work harder..."

  At a time like this, reasoning with your own lord who protects you is an act of stupidity plus death.

  Anyway, no one will die, so more training will do no harm.

  (end of this chapter)