Chapter 113: On the day when the husband keeps his promise, the concubine kowtows
Feng Yong sent Guan Ji to the door of the post house, and Guan Ji finally freed her arm from his hand.
The feeling that was like holding a warm jade suddenly became empty, and I felt a little lost.
Looking at Guan Ji's outstretched palm, he immediately put the few bamboo slips he had been holding into her palm, took off the knife hanging on his waist, and handed it over.
Finally, he touched his chest, hesitated for a moment, but made no other movements.
Guan Ji didn't know he was there, so she nodded and said, "I really want to thank Mr. Feng today."
"Why do you need to be so polite, Sanniang? It's just that in the future, it's better to be careful when competing with that Huang Niangzi. This sword and gun have no eyes, and it won't be good for anyone it hurts."
Guan Ji smiled lightly. Under the lantern of the post house, it bloomed instantly like an epiphyllum at night, which made Feng Yong marvel in his heart. Such a beautiful girl, but she is as cold as ice all year round, it is really a waste of nature.
“Actually, if I hadn’t just rushed here yesterday and my physical strength has not fully recovered, I would not be at a disadvantage today.”
Is it possible that this person is also very competitive?
At the moment, I could only nod my head: "Victory and defeat are common matters for military strategists. Heroes please..."
His tongue was stumbling, and then he continued: "A hero will not be discouraged just because of a temporary victory or defeat."
Guan Ji shook her head gently: "I'm just a prostitute, not a hero." She said with a sad face, "Even those ladies from the world are much better than me. The appearance of a female beauty is not as good as that of a concubine."
Feng Yong thought to himself: "The so-called ladies of the world are just sold by aristocratic families as goods to be sold. The appearance of those female celebrities is just the packaging on the surface of the goods. Just like those merchants in later generations who sold their own products If the goods are packaged more glamorously, they can improve their quality and sell them at a better price. The same is true for ladies, as long as the price is right, what's so hard about getting it?"
But there is nothing we can do about it. Market demand determines market supply. If men in the world like this, they will naturally package it according to their preferences. Look at Li Yi, it's the most typical example.
When Guan Ji said this, she glanced at Feng Yong a few more times. Seeing the disapproval on his face, her heart moved slightly and she asked tentatively: "Looking at Feng Langjun's expression, could it be that I think what I said is right?" wrong?"
Feng Yong chuckled: "You're right, why shouldn't you say it wrong? Women with good looks can attract men." Then he added another sentence in his heart, just like Li Yi, when he saw the aristocratic family The daughter of the He family was so fascinated that she couldn't walk.
When Guan Ji heard this, her face became even darker.
Unexpectedly, Feng Yong went on to say: "But the beauty of a female beauty cannot be compromised. If a woman is like this, it will only add some luster to a man's face. It is better to find a close friend. Even if the beauty of a female beauty is worse, she can be in harmony with the beauty." Wouldn’t life be better?”
Just like a beautiful girl like you, others don’t know it, and I don’t know it. The colder the surface is, the hotter the heart is. Just listening to what Zhao Guang said, you can tell that you have an extremely strong character. Coupled with her high martial arts skills, she is much more interesting than an ordinary girl from aristocratic families.
Guan Ji lowered her head, revealing her long neck, which was as graceful as that of a swan. Her expression was invisible, and her voice was somewhat erratic: "Feng Langjun's words are quite different."
"That's right." Feng Yong said with a smile, "I would like to know my beloved and never be separated. Isn't it the happiest thing in the world?"
Guan Ji finally turned around and looked at Feng Yong, her eyes filled with water: "A man should make great contributions, how can he be so affectionate as a son and daughter?"
"One general's achievements have caused tens of thousands of bones to wither, and he regrets teaching his husband to seek a title. The world has been in chaos for forty years, and how many great men have become bones in their tombs? If one general's achievements have been used, then ten thousand bones will wither away?" Feng Yongqing He sighed, "It's just a pain to the people of the world."
With a strange light shining in Guan Ji's eyes, she thought to herself, Feng Langjun's literary talent is really extraordinary, and it's just like that. It is said that Cao Zhi, the son of the thief Cao, has all the talent in the world and is unparalleled by anyone. It seems that they are just lies. I am afraid that Feng Langjun will not give in a single point. If a big man can still be so elegant, it seems that his luck will not be bad.
Thinking like this in his heart, he nodded and said: "Feng Langjun's words have completely explained the affairs of the world. Back then, the late emperor, late father and third uncle saw the yellow scarf causing chaos in the world, so they swore together and wanted to To give the world peace again, I never thought..."
At this point, Guan Ji stopped talking, but could not continue.
Feng Yong quickly comforted him: "The dead are gone, but the living are like this. This world, after all, is the world of Han, and it will not change."
“Does Feng Langjun also think that this big man will eventually recover?”
“Everywhere the sun and moon shine, and wherever rivers reach, are all Han lands.” When Feng Yong said this, he felt proud and confident in his heart. He smiled confidently, “The Han Dynasty has always been there, but it’s just not the time to revive.”
"Feng Langjun, you are truly a young hero. What the Prime Minister said is true." Guan Ji took a few steps back and bent her knees for the first time to perform a blessing ceremony for a woman. "If one day, Langjun can really fulfill his promise, I will Even if you kowtow to your husband, you are willing to do so."
After saying that, he took a few steps back, then turned around and walked towards the post house, disappearing into the darkness.
What the hell…
Feng Yong stood there blankly, thinking what did I just say? Why do you have to be mean-mouthed?
Back to her room in the post house, Amei saw Feng Yong coming back, and quickly helped him clean his hands, and then served the food that had been prepared.
Looking at the steaming food, Feng Yong moved his index finger. When he went out during the day, he only drank some chicken soup to warm his stomach. After such a long time, he was already very hungry. Seeing the food carefully prepared by Amei, How can I bear the food?
Just as he picked up the chopsticks and started to use them, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Zhao Guang shouted: "Brother, why are you coming back now? I can't wait any longer."
As he said that, he rushed over and reached out to grab the chicken drumsticks on the table. Feng Yong picked up the chopsticks and knocked them down hard. He cursed: "How many times have I told you not to listen? Go and wash your hands!"
There was a "pop" sound, but Zhao Guang didn't hide away, so he had to pull back and blow air repeatedly, and followed Amei to wash his hands angrily.
After he came back after washing his hands, he asked Amei to go to Zhao Guang's room to get the table, then divide some of the food and drinks on his table and give him a new one.
Just then, he was about to take off his chopsticks, but suddenly he remembered something. He pointed at the food on the table and told Amei, "Hurry and send this food to Madam Guan, and make me another one when you come back."
Zhao Guang, who was drinking chicken soup happily, heard this and said quickly: "Brother, can I also send this food to Sister Huang? I will ask Amedo to make some later, and I will join my brother later." It’s time to eat again. The food in this inn is really unpalatable, and I didn’t eat much for dinner.”
Feng Yong glanced sideways at the bowl he was holding: "Would you like to give the chicken soup in your hand as well?"
(End of this chapter)