Chapter 281 The third bowl of dog food
Besides, I am just a clever talker, not a slick talker.
Zhang Xingcai is the first wife of a big man...I don’t have the guts either.
And my surname is Feng, not Wang.
Feng Yong murmured in his heart and asked casually, "What does Huo Jianling mean?"
Huo Yi coughed dryly and said, "There is news from Jincheng that the Queen greatly appreciates Feng Jiancheng's "The Road to Shu is Difficult".
The story "The Road to Shu is Difficult" was reported back to Jincheng, and Feng Yong had long expected it.
After all, Guan Ji is also a woman.
A woman always has some vanity. She wants the whole world to know that her sweetheart is amazing and talented, which is understandable.
Just appreciate it if Zhang Xingcai appreciates it. If you tell me, what's the use?
"Then what?"
"The queen got this article and recited the poem repeatedly, finally regaining some energy." Huo Yi paused and continued, "After "The Road to Shu is Difficult", there is another fragment of the article, called the childhood sweethearts article..."
Feng Tibi suddenly felt something bad.
"It's just that the childhood sweethearts article is just a fragment. The queen has been thinking about what the full text of this article is these days. When the emperor knew about it, he was very concerned about it. I heard that this article was also written by Feng Jianling. I wonder if the full text is available?"
“What childhood sweetheart story?”
Feng Tibi said with a guilty conscience.
"Feng Jianling, please listen, the beginning of this article is like this, I have my hair cut off my forehead, and I am playing in front of the door..."
Okay, I get it, you don’t need to say it.
Feng Yong knew it was like this.
It's just that you changed Changqianxing to childhood sweethearts. I wonder if you asked Li Bai for his opinion?
Only Guan Ji and Ma Su know these few sentences of "Chang Ganxing".
But no matter who the two of them were, they all suspected that this article was written to Zhang Xingyi.
It is impossible for Guan Ji to bring trouble to herself by telling this article - although Siniang is her sister, she can't let her **** Alang from her, can she?
Besides, even if she wanted to spread the word, she would also tell herself.
Well, needless to say, this thing was probably done by that big mouth.
"Feng Jiancheng didn't know something. Not only did the Queen like this article, but His Majesty also cared about it."
Even though they were in a secret room, Huo Yi still lowered his voice subconsciously, "After all, your Majesty and the Queen were childhood sweethearts, and they were just guessing."
“So, Your Majesty is thinking, can you ask Feng Langjun for the entire article, so that you can use it to enlighten the Queen?”
This Adou is so interested in Zhang Xingcai?
Are you showing your affection to me?
All the displays of affection are between long-lost brothers and sisters!
“Oh, Huo Jianling, this article is not…”
Feng Tibi ate two large bowls of dog food in a day, and he couldn't eat the third bowl. Moreover, he didn't think about writing the rest of the article. Just when he was about to refuse, he suddenly remembered something.
At that moment, he immediately changed his mind and said, "... His Majesty has a will. As ministers, how can we refuse? I will write it down right away."
Eunuch articles are more abominable than out-of-context dogs!
Hunter Dog can still leave hope for tomorrow, but **** Wen has never seen anyone since entering the palace...
So Feng Tubao decided not to write **** articles.
"It's not a decree, it's not a decree." Huo Yi waved his hands repeatedly, "This is the emperor's private question to Feng Langjun, it's not a decree."
"Yes, yes, the emperor and the queen have a deep love for each other. This article is inspired by the sentiments of the humble minister."
Feng Tibi immediately hit the snake with a stick.
Ma Dazui, I think you will dare to say that this article was written by me to Zhang Xingyi in the future.
Writing a love poem to a little loli, isn’t this what my uncle did? Feng Tibi was determined not to blame his uncle.
Being a strange uncle is not as interesting as being a good brother?
As soon as Huo Yi heard this, his expression turned strange, and he coughed dryly, "Feng Jianling... is really a sweetheart."
You can just tell me that I am clever and charming, and I don’t mind.
There is no shortage of you anyway.
Feng Tibi pretended he didn't understand what Huo Yi meant, and laughed, "How about this, I read it and Huo Jian ordered it to be written?"
“Dare you disobey your orders?”
After sending Huo Yi away, Feng Yong also got rid of a worry in his heart, and he couldn't help but be in a good mood.
Feng Yong searched the entire courtyard, but found no trace of Guan Ji, not even Amei.
“What are you looking for, brother?”
Li Qiu seems to be the only idler in this yard.
Zhao Guang and Wang Xun are training soldiers.
Huang Chong visited various places in Nanxiang County, especially the Han River area. He visited the few old people left in Nanxiang and focused on asking about the hydrology of Han River.
This is a man of action.
“Oh, nothing, just walking around.”
Of course, Feng Tibi was embarrassed to say that it was because he was fed three bowls of dog food in a row, so he wanted to find Guan Ji to comfort his soul.
“I thought my elder brother was looking for Lady Amei. Huo Shao came first, but I forgot to tell my brother that Lady Amei and Lady Guan went to the river to pick some mugwort and calamus.”
“What are you doing gathering mugwort and calamus?”
Feng Yong asked strangely.
“Brother, have you forgotten that it’s almost May, and there are five special festivals in May? Don’t hang mugwort and calamus at the door?”
“Chongwu? The fifth day of May?”
“Exactly.”
“Isn’t that the Dragon Boat Festival?”
It is one of the four traditional festivals in China.
Just why Li Qiu looked at himself so strangely.
"Duan means the beginning. The fifth month means the noon month. The name of the Dragon Boat Festival is more elegant than the fifth festival."
Li Qiu let out a sigh, savored another sentence, and looked at Feng Yong, "Brother is really powerful, and his casual remarks have their own elegance."
Feng Turtle's expression remained unchanged and he coughed, "I'm going to see Guan Ji. I have something to say to her."
After saying that, he ran away.
When did the term Dragon Boat Festival come up? Isn’t it already at this time?
These days, the natural environment has not been damaged, or in other words, even if humans want to destroy it, they are unable to do so, so the soil and water conservation is very good.
So the river behind the textile workshop has quite a large flow of water. Calculated, it should be a branch of the Han River.
The water and grass beside the river are lush, and the figures of Guan Ji and Amei are looming in the grass.
When the two of them saw Feng Yong coming, Amei called out to the Lord from a distance.
“You are busy with your business, I just came over to take a look.”
Seeing Amei holding a bundle of green grass in her arms, Feng Yong shouted quickly.
Then he trotted over quickly.
Several bundles of mugwort leaves and calamus have been placed by the river, especially the mugwort leaves. Before you even get close, you can smell a strong smell.
"The sun is getting hotter and hotter. This kind of thing can be done just by asking someone to come down. Why do you still come out in person?"
Feng Yong looked at Amei's red face, and then at Guan Ji's cold face, feeling a little warm and a little distressed at the same time.
"How can I let others interfere with my master's affairs?"
Amei blinked and said warmly.
Guan Ji, on the other hand, could be more relaxed without others around, and she softly agreed, "Of course you have to do this kind of thing yourself, how can you let others do it? Brother, don't say such stupid things. , it’s a joke for nothing.”
Is there any other way to say this?
The grass shook, and all kinds of insects inside panicked and fled in all directions.
Feng Yong saw a little grasshopper jumping to the roadside, and then suddenly a pink flashed, and finally a green shadow jumped across, and the little grasshopper was swallowed by the frog.
The frog robbed such a meal under the eyes of humans, and did not dare to stay longer, so it jumped into the grass and disappeared.
Feng Yong said thoughtfully, "There are many insects and snakes in the grass, so be careful."
"Don't worry, my lord, the grass has just been beaten with a stick, and the snake has long been scared away."
Amei's eyes were filled with tenderness, "Besides, where there are mugworts, there are few poisonous insects."
“Of course, mugwort can repel mosquitoes...”
At this point, Feng Yong suddenly paused and slapped his head again, "Now that it's summer, there are more mosquitoes and flies. Why didn't I think of burning wormwood!"
Last night I was still complaining about the rampant mosquitoes. When I woke up in the morning, I had several red spots on my arms and it was very itchy.
“Master, this mugwort has a very strong smell. If you use it to burn it, I’m afraid it will be smelled throughout the spinning workshop.”
“Burn, no matter how unpleasant the smell is, you will still burn.”
Feng Yong secretly cursed himself as an idiot. When he went to bed at night, he always thought about how there was no mosquito coil in this era. Isn't this a natural mosquito repellent in front of me?
(End of this chapter)