Chapter 666 Challenge
Although Wu Ming only said that he had tried it on horses, and although Zhou Lu said that it was just his random imagination, Feng Yong was already sure in his heart that this was definitely a good idea.
Don’t ask me how I know.
Because I just know.
So Feng Yong asked Xiang Zhou Lu, "Are you interested in being a mule steward? Like Duanmuzhe."
Zhou Lu is a really good name.
furnace, donkey, mule.
It seems like there is a connection as soon as you hear it.
Zhou Lu said "Ah", opened his mouth wide, and looked at Feng Yong blankly, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.
Wu Ming heard it clearly and asked in disbelief, "Like Duanmuzhe?"
Feng Yong nodded, "That's right."
Wu Ming received Feng Yong's definite answer. He gave him a slap with his backhand, and then a strong kick, knocking his apprentice staggering and pressing his head, "Quickly, thank you Junhou quickly."
Zhou Lu bowed obediently, "Thank you, Junhou! Thank you, Junhou!"
"Okay, okay," Feng Yong stopped his puppet-like movements, "I will ask someone to send some good donkeys later. During this period, you first select the suitable mares from all the tribes in Pingxiang and choose which one you like. Which one to pick?”
“After you’ve picked it, just tell me. Whatever you need, just ask for it. I need people and food. I only have one request, and that is to produce the mules I need as soon as possible.”
The face of the young man who has just taken on a big job has turned red for countless times, and his whole body is trembling. He said repeatedly, "I understand that I will not disappoint the king!"
Although Duanmuzhe is a naturalized Qiang Hu, there are really not many people with higher status than him in Nanxiang, and there are very few people who can command him.
He is not only the goal of most people in Nanxiang, but also the goal of fellow villagers. He is even the idol of many Qushuai from the Qiang and Hu tribes in Longyou.
This time, even Wu Ming was a little at a loss.
Feng Yong waved his hand, "You think about this mule carefully, I'll go over there and take a look."
After finishing speaking, let them digest the matter and turn around to find Xijun.
The city of Pingxiang City is not too big. All the tribes moved here by Feng Yong erected tents one after another in the planned places outside the city in order.
At the same time, Dongfeng Express’s camp is not far away and a small trading market has been formed independently.
There are often internal employees of Dongfeng Express who come to trade with the Qiang Hu for some furs and the like to make some extra money with the dry food they can't finish.
Now that this small market has been requisitioned by Li Mu, countless poor Qiang and Hu families came and looked at the fairy-like Han woman standing there with pitiful eyes.
Whether he is selling himself or his wife or children, he hopes to be able to have a full meal with her.
At Li Mu's feet, there was a pile of grain.
There are fried noodles and millet.
Guan Ji stood in the distance, watching Li Mu carefully inspect the women and children who came forward one by one, and suddenly said to Feng Yong who had just found her, "I am not as good as her."
Feng Yong stepped forward to hold her hand and smiled slightly, "In my eyes, no one in the world is as good as you."
Guan Ji turned her head, her eyes clear, "That's not what I meant."
“What do you want to say?”
Feng Tubiao, who wasted his affectionate look, coughed dryly and asked shamelessly without changing his expression.
Guan Ji looked over there again and said softly, "When I look at these barbarians and think of the Han people, what's the difference between them?"
"I now understand why the late Emperor, your Excellency, and the three uncles of the Zhang family spent their whole lives trying to revive the Han Dynasty. Even though they died nine times, they never regretted it. If the Han Dynasty can be revived, the world will be peaceful, and the troubles in front of us will not be on the Han people. How great would it be to reappear?”
Having said this, Guan Ji squeezed Feng Yong's hand and turned her head. There was a rare trace of compassion in the eyes of this extremely strong woman, "I remember Alang once said to me, one general will make all the bones dry. But I don’t know what the full text is?”
"When the country's mountains and rivers enter the war map, how can the people live in peace and harmony with Qiao Su? Don't rely on the king to talk about the matter of making a marquis. One general will make thousands of bones wither."
"When Zeguo's country enters the war, how can the living people enjoy Qiaosu?" Guan Ji murmured again, then looked at the busy scene at Li Mu, and finally let out another long sigh, "It really is the right time! Alang's talent , It’s really beyond the reach of ghosts and gods.”
Feng Tibi's face felt slightly hot.
Guan Ji was immersed in the artistic conception of this poem and did not notice Feng Yong's expression. When she thought about the second half, she said, "But the sentence 'You can't talk about the matter of enfeoffing a marquis', I don't." I hope this is the case for Alang.”
“Why?”
"Instead of letting others be granted the title of marquis, it is better to let Alang be granted the title of marquis. People in the world slander Alang, but I know that what Alang does is really for the sake of the people."
Feng Yong secretly felt ashamed.
This is a worse era, I just don’t **** as completely as others.
When Guan Ji saw Feng Yong's expression, she thought he was being self-effacing. She encouraged him, "Don't forget, Alang, that at Yang'an Pass, he promised his concubine that the Han Dynasty would be revived."
“I will never forget!”
Feng Yong holds Guan Ji's hand with a solemn expression.
A trace of blush appeared on Guan Ji's face. She looked around quietly and found that no one was looking over. She gently squeezed his hand in reply, and then broke away from his hand.
She stroked her temples to relax her mood, and suddenly smiled slyly, "I remember that Alang read this to me, but after one general's achievements, all his bones were withered, and he regretted asking his husband to seek the title of Marquis."
“Now that this general has accomplished so much, his bones have withered away, but he has no regrets about asking his husband to seek the title of marquis?”
“Huh?” Feng Yong was stunned, “Is there such a thing?”
Guan Ji rolled her eyes at him and said in a coquettish tone, "Don't act so pretentious in front of me. Is it possible that Alang still wants to use sweet words to concubine?"
Feng Yong chuckled, looked around, and lowered his voice, "Xi Jun also said just now that a certain talent is beyond the reach of ghosts and gods, so articles like this are just for words."
“That song just now was the one I made to make Xijun happy. It’s just this one, but I don’t know what Xijun should give in exchange for it?”
Guan Ji didn't know what she meant and frowned, "I want to listen to A Lang's article, but I want to exchange it with something?"
Feng Tibi rubbed his hands and said shyly, "This poem is about the thoughts of a woman in the boudoir. Xijun, this is not the right place. Why don't I tell you in detail after we go back?"
Guan Ji has been salivating for a long time. After listening to the first half of a sentence, she knows what this person wants to say in the second half of the sentence. How can she not know what he is thinking at this time?
A trace of blush appeared on her face, she gritted her teeth secretly, stretched out her hand like lightning, pinched his shoulder, and said angrily, "Where do all these rules come from?"
Although Feng Yong is not short, Guan Ji is also tall. Her hand can easily put on Feng Yong's shoulder with a little force!
Feng Tuluo, who held the silver pewter gun tip, said "Ouch" and immediately bent half of his body, "I say! I say! Let me go first, Mr. Xi."
Guan Ji spat.
"The young woman in her boudoir knows no worries. She goes up to the green building with her makeup in the spring. Suddenly she sees the willow color on the street, and she regrets teaching her husband to look for a title."
Feng Yong did not dare to bargain anymore and read it out quickly.
Guan Ji was stunned, and her hand felt loose.
This poem should not be in front of her eyes, but it immediately aroused her thoughts.
At the beginning of this spring, she was far away in Yuexi when she heard the news of the Prime Minister's Northern Expedition. Although she pretended to be nonchalant on the surface, she was always worried about Feng Yong, who was accompanying the army in the Northern Expedition.
She didn’t know how many nights she woke up from nightmares.
At that time, that scene, that mood, this article at this moment.
It actually made Guan Ji, who had always been strong, bite her lower lip with tears in her eyes.
When Feng Tuluo saw Guan Ji's appearance, his heart also filled with tenderness.
Just at this moment, someone suddenly said in a loud voice from the side, "Your Majesty, madam, Liu Hun, who is engaged in protecting Qiang, has come to ask for an audience with madam."
Guan Ji was startled and wiped the corners of her eyes behind her back. Her expression quickly returned to coldness, and then she turned around, "Liu Hun wants to see me? Not a prince?"
“He did say he wanted to see Madam.”
The maid with the sword said something.
Guan Ji brought over a group of maids armed with swords and guns from Yuexun, who were regarded as her bodyguards.
This maid with a sword is one of them.
Guan Ji glanced at Feng Yong, and Feng Yong shrugged. It was obvious that he didn't know what was going on.
“Let him come over.”
Liu Hun was quickly brought over. He first saluted Feng Yong and said, "I have met the king."
Then he hugged Guan Ji and said, "I've seen Guan Ji."
Um?
Feng Yong glanced at Liu Hun. Hearing the boy's name, he seemed to be in a bad mood?
Although Guan Ji is dressed as a woman, she wears tight clothes and narrow sleeves, and her movements are as agile as those of a man. "I wonder what Liu is doing?"
Liu Hun glanced at Feng Yong.
Feng Yong put his hands behind his back and looked away, meaning not to get involved.
"Guan Zhengzheng, the monarch has a high position and is responsible for the safety of Longyou. He is worth a lot of money. Moreover, now that Longyou has just been decided, people's hearts are unpredictable, so it is even more important to protect the monarch. Do you think so?"
“It’s natural.”
Guan Ji nodded.
"But now I only see the maid beside the prince. Even though he is holding a sword, if someone attacks, he will probably scatter like a frightened bird. How can he protect the prince?"
Liu Hun's eyes were blazing, "So I asked myself to lead my troops to protect the surroundings of the king."
It’s not that Feng Yong didn’t have his tribe, it’s just that the maids with swords brought by Guan Ji occupied the innermost position, and his tribe was pushed to the periphery.
Obviously, it seems that someone has a grievance, or may be worried about Feng Yong's safety, so Liu Hun, as a representative, wants to come and advise him.
However, Liu Hun's words of looking down on the maid obviously had the opposite effect. The maid standing next to him immediately held down the sword at his waist.
Guan Ji raised her eyebrows, "Liu Zhengzheng doesn't believe me?"
"How dare you not believe me, Madam?" Liu Hun's tone softened, and his title changed from "Guan" to "Madam". He only heard him say again, "I am just worried about the safety of the king."
Guan Ji glanced at Feng Yong.
Feng Yong looked up at the sky, looking like it was none of my business, and even wanted to whistle.
Now he no longer needs to worry about safety issues.
Whether it's Zhuge Liang, Huang Yueying, Guan Ji, Zhang Xingyi who represents the palace, or even Xinghanhui, a group of people will take the initiative to help him worry about it.
It is not that there are no people in Shu who want his life, but those who dare to show it blatantly have already been killed.
The rest can only hide in the darkness and wait for opportunities silently.
Everyone knows that Guan Ji is a woman, but she can stand here so blatantly only because of her special status.
From the beginning, she was the bodyguard sent by Huang Yueying to protect Feng Yong. At the same time, she later represented the interests of the powerful people in the court, so she married Feng Yong, not Zhang Xingyi.
Those who dare to talk about Guan Ji’s identity as a woman are from a noble family in Sichuan.
But the aristocratic families in Shu have been torn apart by the Han Prime Minister and the ruthless Xiao Wenhe in recent years. They either shouted "True Fragrance" to change camps, or they were suppressed to the point of losing their breath and became real heirs of farming and reading.
In addition, Guan Ji is following Feng Yong as Guan Jiashiro, who is full of food and wants to prove that Guan Jiashiro is Guan Jiashiro?
Over time, everyone got used to it.
It's just that Guan Ji actually asked a women's army to take over Feng Junhou's personal defense. The original troops could only protect the periphery, so some people must be unhappy.
Madam, you are powerful, so you can become the wife of a king, but this does not mean that those little ladies are also more powerful than us, right? Unless they can also be ladies.
Liu Hun has not been Feng Yong's follower for a long time, but during the Northern Expedition, his performance has impressed everyone.
He is brave, not afraid of life and death, and is also very skilled in martial arts, so naturally he was promoted as a representative.
From Feng Yong's perspective, this is actually the epitome of the small forces around him competing for status - even Liu Man has a Miss Zhang behind him.
This kind of matter, as long as Guan Ji is around, she can handle it. After all, she is the wife of the Feng Mansion.
And only with competition can we make progress.
Besides, who knows if this is a Shura field? Safety first.
Although Feng Yong looked up at the sky and said nothing, the meaning was already obvious.
Guan Ji received full authorization from Feng Yong, but her expression became serious, "I would like to remind you that I have not considered this matter."
As soon as these words came out, not only Liu Hun, but also Feng Yong looked over in surprise.
It's just that since Guan Ji is known as the tiger girl, in many cases, she does things with dignity, not much inferior to men.
What's more, how could she put her personal emotions above Alang's safety?
No matter what the purpose of these people is, it is for Alang's safety. She cannot attack them, let alone chill the hearts of those who follow Alang on the battlefield.
So Guan Hunu proposed that the maids around her should be compared with the original tribe, and those who are capable will be ranked higher and those who are not will be ranked lower.
Horse riding and archery, military formation drills, corner fighting, winning two out of three games.
Liu Hun was overjoyed when he heard the method proposed by Guan Ji, "Ma'am, are you serious about this?"
Guan Ji smiled calmly and said, "Your Majesty is the witness, how can you tolerate childishness?"
Liu Hun looked at Feng Yong.
Feng Yong also did not expect that Guan Ji would propose such a fair method.
“Well, since the lady brought it up, uh, no, I mean, fair play, that’s good.”
With Feng Yong’s permission, Liu Hun clasped his fists and said, “Then go down and prepare.”
“Is Xijun going to end?”
Watching Liu Hun go to prepare, Feng Yong asked in a low voice.
Guan Ji smiled confidently, "I will personally take command during the military competition."
There is a lack of entertainment in the army. Now that I heard that the two men were competing, even Zhang Ni and others came to join in the fun, and even personally directed the soldiers to circle the field.
(End of this chapter)