Farmer of Shu Han

In the Shu Han, the will of the old demon Zhuge cannot be violated, and Feng Yong knows this very well. Some people may not be clear yet, but the old demon Zhuge will quickly let them know what will happen if they violate it.

For example, Li Yan, he thinks he is awesome, and after a few years he wants to break his wrists with the old monster Zhuge: You are old Zhuge, and I am deputy. What's wrong with your bad words? Then Lao Zhu slapped him across the face and said, you f-cking go herd the sheep for me! So Li Yan could only run to herd the sheep in desperation.

Li Yan, who was also selected by Liu Bei as Minister of Tuogu, couldn't resist the slap of the old monster Zhuge, and Feng Yong had no brains to challenge the old monster Zhuge. So seeing Bingshan girl being given away, he can only lament that his hazy feelings were strangled before they sprouted-if it is a relationship that has not even said a word to others, it is considered a relationship.

"Huh? Why don't you leave?" Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang beside him who had no intention of leaving, and wondered, "If you don't rush back before the city gate is locked, I'm afraid you will have to stay outside the city overnight. "

Unexpectedly, Zhao Guang laughed and said, "I'm afraid I'm going to disturb Dalang for the whole night. At this hour, even if I rush back, I'm afraid I can't make it to Luoyao to advance to the city. Why don't I just stay at the village for a while?" stay."

yo! Feng Yong was laughed out of anger on the spot, looked at the sun that had not yet set, pointed at Zhao Guang and sighed: "Leaving aside the title, if you become an official in the future, you will definitely be a higher official than your elder brother. "

"Da Lang is absurd."

"You misunderstood. I'm not praising you. I mean that you have a good ability to tell lies with your eyes open. You should have a thicker skin than your brother."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Zhao Guang, who had a frozen smile on his face, and turned around to leave.

It's fine to come here to eat and drink during the day, but now it's good, after eating during the day, stay at night and continue eating, and arrange a place for him to sleep after eating at night.

What the hell, the more I think about it, the more I seem to be raising a son for Zhao Yun? Do you want to ask him about child support? Feng Yong thought while walking.

With the current level of familiarity and friendship between Feng Yong and Zhao Guang, staying with him is not a problem. The problem is that you ran all over the front and back yards, the inner and outer yards, and finally came to me and said that you want to sleep with me. What does it mean?

"Get lost!" Feng Yong angrily kicked Zhao Guang who rushed into the bedroom without knocking, "You can sleep wherever you fall in love. I'm not used to sleeping with others."

Zhao Guang dexterously avoided it, but his eyes were fixed on Feng Yong's lower body.

"Hey, Dalang, your obscene pants are so unique, can you let me have a look?"

What the hell am I! Feng Yong almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

In this hot weather, of course I want to sleep as cool as possible at night! So a few days ago, I drew a big pair of underpants and handed them to Yaomei. Originally, I wanted her to guide the only maid in the mansion to help make some according to the picture. Unexpectedly, Yaomei is not good at reading and writing, but being a female celebrity is pretty good, and she can do it by herself at a young age.

Feng Yong was surprised by this for a long time, and he told the butler about this matter, but he did not expect the butler's face to be flat: "Yaomei is the lord's personal maid, and the lord's food, clothing and daily life are all taken care of by Yaomei."

It means, master, don't act like a jackass, this is a basic operation, don't be surprised.

"Big underpants, it's cool to wear them to sleep in summer, you don't understand."

"I want to cool down too."

Then go naked!

I had no choice but to find one that I hadn't worn and throw it over for him.

Zhao Guang looked at it seriously while holding the big pants, and said in surprise: "It's a novelty to do it."

"Okay, I've got the things for you, now you go find a room to sleep by yourself. Remember, you can't go to the one on the right next door, that's Yaomei's wing."

Zhao Guang looked disappointed: "Why is Da Lang so unkind?"

"I have something to talk about. If you don't sleep, I still have to sleep. I'm not blind and deaf. Why do you have to come to me so late to talk about something?" Feng Yong squinted.

Today's Zhao Guang behaved a little abnormally. Feng Yong is not an idiot, he might not have reacted at first, but now that he saw this guy running around Feng's mansion before finally running to his room, he suddenly understood that this guy had something to say to him ah!

Zhao Guang scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "Is it so obvious?"

"Obviously." Feng Yong nodded, "Sit down and talk long, and talk short as soon as possible. I want to rest early."

Zhao Guang found a nearby chair to sit down a bit, and twisted his body: "The chair in Dalang's house is comfortable to sit on, can you make some for me too? My lord has a bad waist and legs, and I have been kneeling for a long time. Tired."

There are no chairs in the Three Kingdoms, this chair was specially made by Feng Yong's Ding Er's family in Zhuangshang, and the craftsmanship is not bad.

"Old General Zhao is very old. Sitting on his knees for a long time is indeed bad for his health. But you don't want to come here to talk about this late at night, do you?"

Zhao Guang looked away, did not dare to look at Feng Yong, and said with a little embarrassment: "Da Lang, if you say that I have been close to you from the beginning, there is a purpose, do you believe it or not?"

What is close or not close? That's disgusting!

"Believe it, why don't you believe it?" Feng Yong nodded, "You should be instigated by others to approach me, right?"

"Yes." Zhao Guang turned his head to look at Feng Yong, and nodded bitterly, "But who does Da Lang know?"

"Hey!" Feng Yong sneered, "You don't need to tell me, I can guess it. Is it Mr. Zhuge...cough, prime minister?"

"Ah? How did you think it was the prime minister?" After a pause, Zhao Guang smiled wryly again, "How do we start with this?"

"You used to come to the mansion often, but not every day. But after I met the prime minister, you just went to my manor to hang out all day long. You asked all the people in the village, right? Did you find anything?"

Zhao Guang stood up with shame on his face, bowed his hands and apologized, he really did not expect that all his actions these days would be seen by his master.

"Whatever the prime minister wants to know, you can just ask me in person. If you can tell me, I will tell you everything."

Does Feng Zhuang have any secrets? For outsiders, there might be. For example, the art of wishing the rooster, the housekeeper regards it more important than his own life, and the four families of Guan Zhang, Zhao and Ma can even ignore the fact that Feng Yong has cut his housekeeper's face because of it.

For example, teaching the children in the village to read and instill the awareness of marching in ranks in the children, this makes people have to wonder whether the mountain gate behind Feng Yong is reappearing in the world to absorb new blood, or to prepare for certain actions in the future?

But all of this is not a secret to Feng Yong, because the biggest secret is himself.

Zhao Guang felt ashamed, "Actually, I don't know what the prime minister wants to know. He just asked me to tell him in detail what I saw and heard every day."

Got it, the old demon Zhuge seems to have a stronger desire to control! Just look at the history and you will know that all matters, big and small, are personally involved. This kind of thinking that everything should be in the hands of others is also gone.