Chapter 265 My hair has been tied up
As a staunch believer in the Great Scientology, he definitely does not believe in things about gods and ghosts—wrong, he should keep a respectful distance from them now.
But now he would rather believe that this is a real thing.
If for the sake of the interests of his own family, some people even pretend to be ghosts and gods and support a foreign race to invade the Central Plains, how crazy is this?
So he urgently needs an ally in the north to help him find out about the Xianbei Tuoba tribe.
The Xianbei Bald Hair Tribe is not only split from the Tuoba Tribe, but also has deep prejudices against the Tuoba Tribe. This is a perfect choice.
"People in the mountain sect mostly regard the world as ants. There are very few people like my brother who can do their best to benefit the world. My little sister thinks that the thing about the maiden is just another trick of the mountain sect to fool the world. .”
Guan Ji naturally didn't know what Feng Yong was worried about. She looked at Feng Yong with admiration in her eyes and said.
“Do you regard the world as ants?”
Feng Yong repeated it softly, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things as stupid dogs; saints are unkind and treat the common people as stupid dogs?"
“That’s different.”
Guan Ji smiled and said, "The saints of heaven and earth are unkind because they are selfless. But for the sake of selfishness, the mountain gate drives the people like cattle and sheep in front of them. Therefore, since the Qin Dynasty, the mountain gate has always been taboo in the world."
“Because only when the world is in chaos can Shanmen have a chance to be reborn!”
Feng Yong understood and let out another long sigh.
"What my brother said is absolutely true. During the troubled times of Zhangjiao, among the elite troops there were those called Yellow Turban Warriors. They were extremely powerful and not afraid of life and death. It is very likely that they were related to Shanmen."
“If it weren’t for the small number of people and the fact that only Zhang Zhang knew how to lead them, I’m afraid the Yellow Turban Rebellion might not have been able to be put down so easily.”
Is there such a thing? Of course Feng Yong knew about the Yellow Turban Warriors, but he always thought that they were just legends, but he didn't expect that they really existed.
“How does Sanniang know so much?”
Feng Yong asked in surprise.
“Brother, don’t forget, my lord was personally involved in quelling the Yellow Turban Rebellion.”
Oh, I almost forgot that Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei started their careers by suppressing the Yellow Turban Uprising.
In this way, things like the mountain gate should not be underestimated.
Feng Tibi fell into deep contemplation.
Jincheng Zhang Mansion.
In Zhang Xingyi's boudoir, I saw the young lady of the Zhang family wearing a gold hairpin. She no longer looked like she did last year, and she was lying on the desk writing seriously.
Zhang Xiahou walked in the door and smiled happily when she saw her daughter working so hard.
At the moment, he did not disturb his daughter. He walked gently behind her and was about to read what she had written.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Xingyi just felt a shadow on his head, and immediately grabbed the paper on the desk.
Turning around, she saw that it was her mother. She looked slightly nervous. She rolled her eyes, smiled, and threw herself into Zhang Xiahou's arms, "Mom, you didn't even say a word when you came in. You scared my daughter." Jump."
Zhang Xiahoushi patted Zhang Xingyi on the back and said, "Aren't I afraid of surprising you? Let me see what you wrote?"
“I’m just practicing my calligraphy.”
Zhang Xingyi twisted his body and was about to secretly hide the paper in his hand when Zhang Xiahou was not paying attention.
Zhang Xingyi said "Ouch" and refused to let go. She said softly, "Mom, my daughter's handwriting is very ugly. Don't read it. Wait a while and write another one carefully..."
Zhang Xiahou nodded Zhang Xingyi's forehead and said, "If the writing is not good, why don't I let my mother see where the writing is not good? I just want to tell you."
Zhang Xingyi could only release his palms nervously.
Zhang Xiahou spread the paper and saw that it started with "My hair first covers my forehead". At that moment, her face changed slightly, and then she regained her composure.
Zhang Xingyi glanced at her grandma secretly, and saw that she was not as angry as she had imagined. Only then did her nervousness relax slightly.
“Siniang, tell my mother honestly, where did you get these words?”
Zhang Xingyi lowered his head and said as if he had made a mistake, "That day my mother came into the palace to talk to the empress dowager, and my daughter secretly heard it from behind."
“Then you also know who wrote this?”
“Feng Langjun, of course my daughter knows.”
At the same time, Zhang Xingyi said in his heart, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have written it secretly behind others' backs.
Mrs. Zhang Xiahou sighed softly, pulled Zhang Xingyi to sit down, and said, "I am very happy that Si Niang has grown up. But as soon as my daughter grows up, she has many things on her mind. As a mother, she has many things on her mind. Worry again.”
“Today, it’s just Grandma and Si Niang. Si Niang, tell Grandma, what are you thinking?”
“What do you think?”
Zhang Xingyi raised his head, blinked and asked.
“You! Still want to show off your cleverness in front of my mother?”
Zhang Xiahou poked her forehead with his finger and said, "Of course it's Feng Langjun. What do you think of him?"
“Feng Langjun? Of course it’s very good.”
Zhang Xingyi smiled.
“What’s a good idea?”
“It’s like this.”
Zhang Xingyi picked up the paper just now and shook it, "Mom, my sister has known the emperor's brother-in-law since she was a child, and she married the emperor's brother-in-law when she grew up."
"Before, I didn't know how to talk about my sister and the emperor's brother-in-law. I just felt that sometimes I envied my sister. Now after reading these few sentences written by Feng Langjun, I feel that I am both a childhood sweetheart and a sweetheart. I really feel that it is appropriate. Incomparable.”
"Speaking of childhood sweethearts, your sister actually played with His Majesty. This Feng Langjun is really good in literary talent. This word is really appropriate." Zhang Xiahou smiled and touched Zhang Xingyi's head, "Sanniang, please Well done, I also hope you, Si Niang, will have a good life."
“You are the youngest in this generation, your eldest brother has been busy, and my sister got married early. You have been alone for these years, and there is no suitable person of the same age to play with you, so you are lonely.”
"It's not easy to meet a Mr. Feng who is willing to play with you and try his best to make you happy. My mother can understand that you are willing to get close to him. But Si Niang, you have to know that if you get close to someone, you may make him happy. Being a brother doesn't necessarily mean you like him."
“Besides, you are still young, so you may not understand this.”
Zhang Xingyi pouted, "Mom, you said before that I have grown up."
"Okay, okay. Siniang has grown up, so be it. If you really like Feng Langjun, my mother will definitely not stop her. Well, since Siniang has grown up, she can attend some gatherings at her daughter's house. ”
“At that time, if you still can’t let go of Feng Langjun, my mother will definitely help you find a way, okay?”
“This is what you said, mom, you can’t go back on it!”
"of course not."
Zhang Xiahou smiled and thought at the same time that at gatherings at her daughter's house, she would always meet some young talents. If her daughter could meet the person she really likes, it would mean that she only had a temporary interest in Feng Langjun. It's just closeness.
(End of this chapter)