Farmer of Shu Han

Feng Yong looked down at the greeting card in his hand again, carefully counted the number of words on it, and made a guess.

I feel that these ten or so words, if you add names and honorifics, there should be no way to fully express when, where, and how to meet.

So he came up with a plan.

"Muzhi, come here."

Feng Yong greeted.

"What orders does the head of the mountain have?"

Zhang Muzhi leaned forward and made a gesture of obeying orders.

"When you write a post for me, just write four words: Waiting for you. Remember, write it in pinyin, not words."

If you bully me as illiterate, I will play hooligan to you.

Are you able to understand my reply?

When the servant sent Feng Yong's reply to Han Yigong, he frowned when he opened it and saw the ghost character.

"What kind of text is this?"

He handed the reply to the wolf slave, "Look, wolf slave, do you have any impression of this kind of writing?"

The wolf slave just glanced at it, and respectfully sent back the reply with both hands: "How can a villain know something that the master can't understand?"

Han Yigong nodded, as if he had thought of something, his face was not angry but happy: "Although I can't understand it, but in this way, this Feng Langjun is indeed born in seclusion."

"This Feng Langjun's teacher must have a very deep history, otherwise how could there be such a long-lost writing in the world?"

Hearing Han Yigong's words, the wolf slave asked cautiously: "The master means that Feng Langjun studied under the ancient master?"

Medical worker Han brushed his beard and said slowly, "If it wasn't from the ancient master's school, how could there be such writing?"

"Master, there are so many capable people and strangers in the ancient sect, don't provoke them lightly!"

The wolf slave reminded.

"Our Han family has its own ancestral precepts. Since I am a Han family, how can I shrink back because the other party is an ancient teacher?"

Han Qiu looked resolute.

Standing in the camp, Feng Yong took a telescope worth 500,000 yuan from time to time to look at the motionless Hu Qi camp on the opposite side, and from time to time to look at the sky.

He was very happy to see that he could delay time.

After a while, a few people came out from the opposite side and spread blankets in the middle of the two armies.

Then someone brought out two tables and put them on the blanket, and the people behind put some food and utensils on the tables.

After everything was arranged, everyone retreated.

Another person was sent from the opposite side: "Feng Langjun, my master invites you to go and have a talk."

After speaking, he rode his horse and ran away.

Holding up the binoculars, Feng Yong saw a man and a rider coming out from the opposite side. He went to the table and knelt down, as if waiting for him to go.

He pulled the binoculars to the longest position, and looked and looked carefully.

After finding that there were indeed no other traps, he ordered: "Bring my horse here."

"Shan Zhang!"

"Your Majesty!"

...

This time, not only Zhang Muzhi, but even the trilogy was dissuaded.

"Don't be afraid." Feng Yong shook his head. "If the opponent really wants to kill me, he should let the cavalry charge directly. Instead of setting up a banquet between the two armies, let only one person wait for me there."

I can see clearly through the binoculars, it is an old man, undressed and without any weapons, what are you afraid of?

Is everyone Mr. Zhao?

Besides, if Mr. Zhao didn't use weapons, he might not be able to take him down in a short time if he fought close to him while wearing a loose coat and a large robe.

Now at this time, as long as you can delay, you can delay as long as you want.

Feng Tubie expressed his liking for the opponent's typical villain's procrastination style.

He touched his body, felt the layer of fine chain mail in his military uniform, and felt relieved.

Turned on the horse, clamped the horse's belly, and rushed forward.

"Hoo!"

Three hundred steps is just a short distance for riding a horse.

"Han Qiu has heard Feng Langjun's name for a long time, and he finally got to meet him today. It's very fortunate."

After Feng Yong got off the horse, Han Yigong, who had been waiting there for a long time, got up and saluted him.

Feng Tubie naturally wouldn't be afraid of a bad old man, he cupped his hands at Han Chou: "Feng Yong came here at the invitation, what advice does the elder have for you?"

"Feng Langjun, please sit down first."

Han Qiu didn't have a trace of arrogance, let alone the airs of being an elder.

On the contrary, he looked solemn, as if he was entertaining distinguished guests.

Seeing him like this, Feng Yong felt even more suspicious.

It's just that the other party is so polite, so it's not easy for him to say anything.

He took off the beard bed from behind the saddle, strode to the table, spread the beard bed, and then sat down on his buttocks—he hadn’t kneeled down in the past few years.

Besides, who knows how long this conversation will take? If you kneel down until your legs are numb and you can't get up, that's a shame.

On the contrary, Han Qiu saw Feng Yong's action, and his eyes flickered, "Feng Langjun also likes things from barbarians?"

Feng Yong listened, pouted secretly, what do you care about me?

I thought so in my heart, but I wanted to speak louder in my mouth.

"Whether I, Feng Yong, treats people or things, I always only look at whether it is useful to me, not whether I belong to the Han or the Hu."

"Wonderful!" When Han Qiu heard Feng Yong's words, his eyes burst into brilliance.

He clapped the table, applauded loudly, and then poured a glass of wine, "Feng Langjun's words won my heart, I will do it first as a respect."

After speaking, he raised his neck and drank it.

Both had the same thing on their desks.

There is meat, wine, papaya, and oranges.

Feng Yong sat still, feeling that this person was mentally ill.

I don't know where this sentence hit his G-spot, which made him so excited.

And if you ask me to do it, I will do it? Then how shameless am I?

What if it is poisonous?

He reached for an orange, peeled it and ate it.

Han Qiu looked at Feng Yong's food splashing all over, thinking that he was indulgent, and immediately asked, "Don't Feng Langjun wonder why I invited you to come and talk?"

"I do not know you."

Feng Yong was chewing on a piece of orange flesh. This orange tasted good.

"You invited me to the banquet, not to ask me to guess riddles."

Han Qiu laughed, "Feng Langjun speaks frankly, so if I cover it up again, I will lose my bearing."

"Then I will directly explain the purpose of my visit. This time, I actually want to ask Feng Langjun something and borrow something from Feng Langjun."

Feng Yong was shocked when he heard this.

In "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", Cao Aman also said this to his grain and grass officer.

Before the orange could be swallowed, Feng Junhou touched his neck subconsciously, and flatly refused: "It's fine to ask questions, but I don't want to borrow anything!"

Although Han Qiu expected that he would not be able to borrow things easily, he didn't expect Feng Yong to answer in this way, and he was choked at the moment.

How do you answer this question?

If I ask something directly, I always feel that I have agreed to the other party not to borrow anything.

If you don't ask about things, how can you borrow things later?

"Feng Langjun, don't talk so full of words."

Han Qiu felt that he had cultivated his energy for many years, but his state of mind was disturbed by the other party's few words, and he was a little surprised at the moment.

This person looks young, but he has the key to manipulating people's hearts, and he can control the initiative of speaking without knowing it.

"Actually, I didn't want to be an enemy of Feng Langjun. Otherwise, Feng Langjun thinks that with your two hundred people now, you may be able to stop the thousand elite cavalry behind me?"

Feng Yong's face didn't change color at all, and he peeled another orange nonchalantly, "You'll only know if you can hold it back."

He stuffed a piece of orange into his mouth, "You reminded me when you said that. Who are you, and how can you drive the Xianbei Hu people to use you?"

Looking at Jingqi who was 300 paces away, he gritted his teeth, "A few days ago, I have been trying to subdue the Xianbei bald department, but I didn't expect them to betray me in the end."

Hearing this, Han Qiu finally showed a smile on his face: "Feng Langjun's move to drive away wolves and tigers is really ingenious. If it wasn't for me, I'm afraid that the bald head is now in your hands."

Feng Yong narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, "So it's because of you?"

"Bald-haired Pigu is a person with clear grievances and grievances. Back then, he was able to lead people away from the Tuoba tribe, so how could he betray the benefactor of the tribe?"

Han Qiu smiled lightly, "What's more, he led people away from the Tuoba tribe back then, causing the Tuoba tribe's power to decline. How could I save him?"

Feng Yong was even more confused when he heard this.

"Those Xianbei beards are not from the bald department, but from the begging department."

Han Qiu seemed to know that Feng Yong had misunderstood, so he took the initiative to explain.

"The Ministry of Begging? Are they from Liangzhou?"

This time, Feng Yong finally couldn't hide his shock.

Damn, something went wrong!

The Xianbei Qifu Department, like the Bald Hair Department, also branched out from the Tuoba Department.

But they migrated south earlier than the Baldheads.

When the bald-haired tribe migrated westward to find their own pastures, they encountered the Qifu tribe.

Feng Yong had deliberately learned about Xianbei.

So when talking about the Xianbei people with Tufa Tianli, he knew that a small part of the Qifu tribe is now in Liangzhou, scattered in Jincheng County.

If these thousand elite riders were Xianbei from the begging tribe, then there is only one explanation: Liangzhou has sent troops!

He didn't come from Taoshui in the north of Longxi, otherwise he couldn't have been ignorant of the news.

The only explanation is that they crossed the Yellow River from Heguan in the west of Longxi, crossed the Daxia River between Fanghan and Baishi City, and then bypassed Daxia City from the south to come here.

No wonder the bald part has become a shrinking turtle!

Because the bald hair department's pasture on the other side of the West Sea is still under Cao Wei's control.

Before they are sure that the big man can provide them with enough shelter, they must not dare to oppose Cao Wei clearly.

My drive to drive away wolves and tigers is to force the bald people to my side step by step.

Unexpectedly, such a sudden change occurred before the plan was completed.

But why didn't he remind himself of the baldness?

This question flashed through Feng Yong's mind, and then he ignored it, because it was not the time to think about it.

Looking at Han Qiu's ability to drive Rebel Hu to his own advantage, Feng Yong knew that it would not be difficult for him to cross Rebel Hu's territory with a fine cavalry.

"I have some friendship with the governor of Liangzhou, and I have a deep relationship with the Xianbei Hu people. In addition, the lives of these Hu riders are nothing to the Wei people in Hexi."

"It would be best if a single hu cavalry could disrupt the deployment of the Han people in Longxi. Even if they couldn't, it would be no loss to the Wei people if they were all dead, so the governor of Liangzhou promised me to bring this hu cavalry to Longxi."

Han Qiu looked at Feng Yong sitting there with his face suddenly cloudy and clear, and said nothing, and then explained something with a smile.

Hearing this, Feng Yong's mouth twitched.

Old boy, you really made a lot of money!

A fine cavalry of thousands of men intercepted the Marquis of Jiequanting of the Han Dynasty and guarded the captain of Qiang.

You're bald, you bastard!

The rebels in Heguan and Fanghan are also a bunch of bastards!

They are all cowards!

Feng Yong was cursing in his heart, but his face was calm as usual.

"I see. I never thought that Mr. Han has such a wide range of friends."

Han Qiu said modestly: "It's just a trivial matter in the world, and it doesn't deserve Feng Langjun's praise. Let's talk about the things between us."

"What can happen between us?"

Feng Yong really couldn't understand what the old man in front of him wanted to do.

If he led his own troops into Liangzhou and intercepted the governor of Liangzhou in a surprise attack, he would definitely go straight to work without saying a word, take him away and leave.

If you can't take it away, you can cut off the head and take it away. Anyway, the thief won't leave empty-handed.

The villain dies of procrastination, and the wise don't!

"Does Feng Langjun know Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng?"

When Feng Yong heard the other party ask this question, his eyes bulged out on the spot, his face turned red all of a sudden, and a mouthful of crushed orange flesh spewed out from his mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

He supported the desk, coughed for a long time, and then panted and said, "Mr. let you laugh, you can choke on an orange."

Han Qiu didn't care, he leisurely poured another glass of wine and drank it down.

Feng Yong's performance gave him an answer.

"Do you also like to read novels about knight-errants, sir?"

Feng Yong tentatively asked.

"Nine Streams and Ten Schools, Confucianism, Taoism, Yin and Yang, Fa, Ming, Mo, Zongheng, Miscellaneous, Farming, and Fiction."

"The military family is tabooed by the kings of the world, and it is not listed among them. I don't know which school Feng Langjun comes from?"

Han Qiu didn't answer the question instead.

"Miscellaneous."

Feng Yong insisted.

Han Qiu nodded, believing Feng Yong's words.

Because no one would make fun of their own division.

"Then Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng is from a novelist?"

Feng Yong thought of 10,000 possibilities, but he never thought that the other party would actually ask him about Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng.

He replied vaguely, "Well, well, maybe."

Han Qiu's eyes showed longing.

"Novelists often record private anecdotes, which are not recorded in historical records. When Chu and Han were fighting, the world only knows the heroes who are recorded in historical books, but they don't know how many shocking secrets behind it."

"Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng is able to write secret novels such as "The Tale of Purple Lightning and Green Frost", presumably it must have been passed down by his master."

Feng Yong was silent, he didn't want to take up this topic.

Unexpectedly, Han Qiu added another sentence at the end: "Since Feng Langjun knows Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, he must know the whereabouts of the "Wu'an Jun Art of War"?"

What "Wu'an Jun Art of War"? I also returned "Wu Mu's Suicide Note"!

I have no idea!

Don't talk nonsense!

Feng Yong's expression finally changed. Did I meet a guy who was obsessed with reading novels?

Looking at you, you are fifty if you are not sixty, are you still so childish?

"Mr. Han, the "Wu'an Jun Art of War" is all made up. Isn't it written in it? It's pure fiction..."

Feng Yong persuaded carefully, while feeling regretful in his heart.

It's a pity that there is no magnetic storm infantry in this space, and there is no thunder and lightning dharma king, otherwise this person can have a taste of what is called electric shock detoxification.

"Feng Langjun, you and I are both from the mountain gate, so don't use this kind of talk to fool the stupid people in the world to perfuse me."

Feng Yong was muttering in his heart, but Han Qiu's eyes were already shining with fanaticism.

"When our ancestors were commoners, they depended on others to make ends meet. They were hated by everyone and humiliated by butchers."

"Going to Xiangliang without a name, returning to Xiang Yu without using it, and throwing it to Liu Bang is not surprising. However, once he was able to worship the general, set up the three Qin, captured Wei, replaced, defeated Zhao, threatened Yan, attacked Qi in the east, and destroyed Chu in the south. Overseas, Megatron the world."

"If it wasn't for him to get a strange book, why would he be miserable in the first half of his life and unparalleled in the second half of his life?"

The more Han Qiu said, the more excited his expression became: "Feng Langjun, where is Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, can you tell me?"

Feng Tubie wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He finally understood who the other party was talking about.

That's Han Xin!

"National warriors are unparalleled", "the meritorious service is unparalleled, a little out of the world", Han Xin was regarded as "the fairy of soldiers" and "the handsome god" by later generations.

You ask Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng about Han Xin? Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng knew a ghost!

"People in the world ask him a lot, but they can't hear it. How can I know?"

Feng Yong evaded.

Han Qiu had expected that he would say such a thing, so he didn't mind.

"If Feng Langjun's school is old with Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng's school, and it's inconvenient to tell, that's okay. But there is one thing, Feng Langjun, please lend me a look."

Han Qiu seems to have concluded that Feng Yong must know Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng.

"what?"

"It's the "Wu'an Lord's Art of War" recorded in "The Legend of Zidian Qingshuang" that our ancestors had obtained!"

Nima!

Feng Tubie's forehead was sweating even more.

He looked at Han Qiu's fanatical expression, and a light flashed in his heart: "That's not right, the Marquis of Huaiyin was deprived of the barbarians back then, where did he come from?"

How dare you lie to me?

"It's reasonable for Mr. Feng Lang not to know about the secrets of four hundred years ago." Han Qiu smiled clearly, "Does Mr. Feng know about Chen Xi?"