Chapter 28: Pretending to be cool for a while, but then cremated
Feng Yongyong retreated and advanced instead. He raised his legs and locked his throat. With a twist of his backhand, a strong man was forced to kneel on the ground and couldn't move.
“Ho ho…” The steward’s face was flushed, his mouth and nose were breathing like a cow, and he struggled hard.
"With this little ability, is he worthy of causing trouble in the Feng Mansion?" Feng Yong's mouth was like a poisonous snake, constantly spraying venom, "Guan Junhou's pride is known to the whole world, so this is why Jingzhou suffered. Unexpectedly, the Guan family not only Instead of taking it as a warning, he takes pride in it. He is not capable of being a prince, but his arrogance is getting worse. It seems that the decline of the Guan family is just around the corner."
After speaking, he loosened his hand and moved forward. The steward couldn't control his body and fell to the ground. After getting up, he roared and tried to pounce again.
Feng Yong may be a rookie when it comes to battlefield fighting, but when it comes to one-on-one combat with bare hands, he really doesn't fear anyone.
What I am practicing is not fancy fists and embroidered legs. What I am practicing is military boxing for actual combat! Is exercising every morning in vain? Is it free to eat eggs every day?
Block, throw your elbow, directly knock the opponent's nose off, and then knock the opponent to the ground again.
“Okay, Jushiro, you are no match for him.”
The guy turned over and tried to pounce on him again. The steward next to him, who had crossed his arms and sneered, quickly stopped him and tried to dissuade him.
Feng Yong clapped his hands and said condescendingly: "Please go back and tell Guan Junhou that if the Guan family really wants to learn the art of wishing the rooster, then send someone who can learn it sincerely. For someone as arrogant as you, I, Feng Yong, The house is too small, I’m afraid I can’t accommodate you.”
"You're a little farmhouse man, you're clever with your words, you're waiting for an opportunity to be greedy, and you treat my Guan family as if it's nothing. In vain, Lord Guan didn't forget his past grudges, I thought you were sincerely apologizing, so he sent us here, but I didn't expect you to say it out loud Such evil words!" The 14th Lang was pulled away and did not pounce on him again, but he gritted his teeth and said viciously, "If you insult my Guan family like this, the Guan family and you will never be at odds with each other!"
"Is this what you mean? Or is it what Guan Junhou means?" Feng Yong's face was gloomy and he spoke clearly, "Or can you represent the Guan family now?"
The fourteenth man's expression froze, and he sneered again: "The villain is just a small steward, how can he represent Guan Junhou's intention? Just Tian Shelang, you have to think about it. If I go back and relate what you just said to Guan Junhou, Lord, listen, do you know what Lord Guan will do?"
MMP, why did you start the trouble in the first place, but later realized that you couldn’t defeat me, and then you remembered that you were just a small steward? You can't find your place, so you threaten me to go back and sue? What I hate the most are elementary school students who complain behind their backs!
At the moment, he ran a few steps to speed up, flew up, and kicked the Jujuro directly in the abdomen. He was kicked on the spot and staggered back a few steps. He fell to the ground like a shrimp, arched his waist and covered his belly, curled up and groaned.
"Feng Langjun, isn't this going too far?" The steward who was originally helping to pull people hurriedly stepped forward to help the 14th Lang, and found that he was pale in pain and sweating profusely. He immediately asked Feng Yong angrily, and at the same time in his heart Secretly surprised, this Jushiro is strong and strong, and he also has a few punches and kicks with his hands. It was just that he couldn't defeat the weird binding technique before, but he didn't expect that this kick could make Jushiro unable to get up. Come on, you have a lot of strength. Although Feng Langjun is not very old, he should not be underestimated.
“Are you from the Zhang family?” Feng Yongyong answered the rhetorical question.
“Exactly.”
You can tell by looking at it, Guan and Zhang are one. Among the three remaining people, he is the only one who reacted the most violently. Nine times out of ten, he is a member of the Zhang family.
“May I ask for your name?”
“Zhang Sanlang, do you want to fight against injustice?
“I don’t dare, but I think Mr. Feng is going too far.”
"It's still an injustice," Feng Yong looked contemptuous, but his tone was serious, "Although I am young, I have met the Prime Minister and Old General Zhao. I have been fortunate enough to listen to the Prime Minister's teachings, and I have also been given advice by Old General Zhao. Say something. If you are not being humble, I was praised by the Prime Minister as a "young hero" that day. The Prime Minister once said that if anything happens, you can go directly to the Prime Minister's house. But I don't know what kind of status this 14th Lang has, and he can be so trustworthy and scold me. It’s just a man, he talks clever words and charms, and waits for an opportunity to talk about greed, but where do you start talking about it?”
I have chatted and laughed with Prime Minister Zhuge (although I was cheated), and I have also received guidance from General Zhao (although I was slapped twice). If you say that I am a clever man, waiting for an opportunity to get greedy, doesn't that mean that Prime Minister Zhuge and Is General Zhao a blind person?
Come on, young man, tell me who you are and see if you have the qualifications?
"Bitter!" Zhang Sanlang thought to himself, "No wonder I got a message from the Lord when I went out, not to pick fights and cause trouble at will. It turns out that there is still this level of jointness." He looked at Shishiro with a strange look, "But why Shishiro But he acted so recklessly, could it be that Guan Junhou never mentioned it to him?"
The fourteenth man's face became increasingly pale, his teeth were clenched, and he seemed to be unable to bear the pain in his abdomen, and he fainted immediately.
This farce seemed to be beyond everyone's expectation. When Zhang Sanlang saw Shi Shilang fainted, he confessed his crime and helped Shi Shi Lang away in a hurry.
It is inconvenient for the remaining people from the Zhao and Ma families to stay in the Feng Mansion. After all, the people sent out by the heads of each family are not fools. When something like this happens, no one knows what the attitude of the Guan and Zhang families will be. Before the attitudes of the two families are clear, it is better for the Zhao and Ma families to wait and see.
"Master, what should we do?" The steward looked worried. Did the master really offend the Guan family to death this time?
"Don't worry, I have my own sense of proportion." Feng Yong looked calm on the surface, but in fact he was already scolding in his heart. It is really easy for the king of hell, but the devil is difficult to deal with. I have already taken a step back to show my good will, and tried my best not to confront Guan Xing. Unexpectedly, I still had such a conflict with the people under the Guan family.
Haunting someone is fun for a while, but you have to go to the crematorium afterwards!
Why the **** can’t I keep calm?
Feng Yong felt that he was going to run away regardless of whether he was in Wei or Soochow when he offended a powerful person. So in Shu Kingdom, is it possible for me to survive a few more episodes tenaciously? Feng Yong was deep in thought, after all, Old Demon Zhuge and I have known each other for a while, and we both belong to the same lineage of the mountain sect!
Feng Yong began to feel lucky that he was given the skin of a hidden mountain gate by others out of thin air. By the way, Old Demon Zhuge said, if you have any trouble, go to him. At most, I can go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to earn a living, and let the old demon Zhuge settle things down, so my life won't be in danger. It's just that he was tied to death in the Prime Minister's Mansion from now on and had less freedom.
Feng Yong stayed up all night and comforted himself all night.
The next morning, Feng Yongchan woke up late and was in no mood to do morning exercises. After breakfast, he sat in the living room in a daze like a clay Buddha.
The housekeeper learned about Feng Yong's abnormality from Yaomei's small report. He cautiously ran over and took a closer look at Feng Yong's expression. He found that he did not appear to be sick, and then asked the master with concern if something was wrong.
"It's okay, I'm just waiting for someone." Feng Yongyong waved his hand impatiently and drove the housekeeper away, "Uncle Zhao goes to work, don't worry about me."
Feng Yong's face was a little gloomy and he was in a bad mood. The entire Feng Mansion was like a high-pressure air ball hovering in the sky. Yaomei, who was usually closest to Feng Yong, had sneaked over to serve tea four or five times, every time. Treading on tiptoe is like being a thief.
The summer in Sichuan is very hot, and there is no air conditioning in this era. From morning to noon, the sweat flowing out of my body is sticky and very uncomfortable. Feng Yong picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, which was just right for the mouth.
(End of this chapter)