Chapter 751 Flesh and Bones
In winter, I don’t move much, and my body bones are a little rusty. Zhao Guang helped me move a bit, and my whole body felt comfortable.
Feng Yong sat back in his seat with satisfaction, took a sip of hot milk tea, and asked, "How is General Zhao's health now?"
Zhao Guangzheng grinned, but did not dare to cry out in pain.
Brother is much stronger now than before, and it hurts a lot when he hits someone.
Hearing Feng Yong's question, he quickly replied: "Your health is not bad. You can eat a lot of meat and drink a few drinks every day."
“If you’re interested, it won’t be a problem if you practice your spear skills for a while.”
Feng Yong frowned with some dissatisfaction, "Why do you still drink every day?"
Maybe he may not remember it clearly for others, but Feng Yong must be very clear about the life span of Old Demon Zhuge and Mr. Zhao.
Maybe it was because the Northern Expedition was successful and the old man did not have to fight the last battle as painfully as in the original history.
Now he has been promoted to the general of Zhengxi and became the governor of Longyou.
People, when the Qi in your heart is smooth, your mood will be good, your mood will be good, and your spirit will be good.
So the old man is in pretty good spirits now.
Last year, a young wild boar was picked to death in front of me.
Seeing that this year is almost over, as long as I survive this year, my life will be extended, which is of great significance.
Judging from the current situation, this is almost a sure thing, and Feng Yong doesn’t want to make any mistakes.
But how do others know what Feng Yong is thinking?
Zhao Guang was heard saying indifferently, "Isn't it cold in Longyou? Drink some mead to warm yourself up!"
“Not even mead!” Feng Yong said sternly, “Immediately after I get back, think of a way to make the old general drink less wine!”
Zhao Guang was startled and didn't understand why his brother was suddenly so excited.
It’s just that Feng Yong was considered very powerful in his heart, and now he looked stern and stern, so he habitually became timid.
“But brother, I don’t dare to persuade you, and I can’t help you!”
"Stupid!" Feng Yong scolded, "You can't help but don't you know how to find someone who can?"
Feng Yong understood what Zhao Guang meant. After all, in this era, drinking is a rare and beautiful thing.
Some people even call clear wine a saint and dark wine a wise man.
Mead is delicious, but it is distilled wine, and its alcohol content is actually much higher than other wines, let alone those spirits specially supplied to the north.
In Longyou, where the cold is quite severe, it took just over a year for spirits to rise to the same status as tea.
Both are the most popular items among the Qiang and Hu tribes.
But no matter how much people in the world think drinking is a good thing, they cannot let the old man drink more.
Zhao Guang touched his head, his face full of confusion, "With your current status, who else can persuade him? Could it be the Prime Minister?"
Feng Yong said "ha" and said meaningfully: "I heard that the old general and Aunt Ma have a deep love for each other. They are quite affectionate?"
"My lord and my mother are very affectionate..." Zhao Guanggang said half a sentence, and his face suddenly filled with shock, "Brother, what do you mean, is that my mother..."
Li Yi and Li Qiu also reacted and looked at Feng Yong with astonishment.
"I remember, isn't the Marquis of Huaili (Ma Teng) from Longxi? At that time, Ma Xiuqi wanted to return to his hometown but couldn't get it. Why not let Aunt Ma fulfill his wish?"
Feng Yong suddenly thought about Zhao Guang's mother, Zhao Ma, like a filial junior.
“My brother remembered it wrong. My grandfather (grandfather) is not from Longxi,” Zhao Guang explained, “but he is from Fufeng Maoling.”
“But she was born in Longxi and grew up in Longxi, so my mother can be considered half a Longxi native.”
Feng Yong exclaimed, "Why is this?"
“Because my great-grandfather (Ma Teng’s father) was originally from Fufeng Maoling, he served as a county lieutenant in Langan County, Tianshui. He later lost his official position and lived in Longxi. Finally, he married a wife and had children in Longxi. This is how my mother’s lineage came about. "
Only then did Feng Yong understand, "So, I did remember it wrong."
Then he continued, "That's half of my hometown. Plus, the horses are riding all over Longyou. Don't Aunt Ma want to go back to her hometown to see it?"
Zhao Guang thought for a while, and suddenly looked horrified, "But, if the master knows that I asked my mother to come over to dissuade him from drinking, he will beat me to death!"
He had great trust in Feng Yong, and he didn't ask why he couldn't let his master drink more.
I am just worried that if my own adults find out the truth, it will cause a family tragedy in the Zhao family.
"You have to think about it carefully," Feng Yong said earnestly, "You can drink less of wine, but not too much. If you drink too much, you will risk losing your life."
To strengthen the credibility of this statement, he emphasized: "This is the instruction of my master. Everyone in my master knows that excessive drinking will harm the body."
“General Zhao is so old, so he needs to be more restrained, otherwise who knows what will happen?”
Feng Langjun’s clever words and demeanor have become a passive aura, and he can only be heard saying in a semi-threatening tone:
"With Aunt Ma protecting you, the old general may not be able to kill you, but if you know that drinking too much alcohol is dangerous, you don't think of a way to stop it."
“If something unexpected happens to the old general, you will become an unfilial son...”
Seeing his brother looking at him gloomily, Zhao Guang was excited and shouted loudly:
“Brother, don’t say anything else. I will set off back to Jicheng tomorrow. I will try my best to persuade you to drink less. When spring starts in two months, I will have someone **** my mother over!”
Feng Yong then nodded with satisfaction, "Remember to ask the old general for advice and learn cavalry tactics."
“I understand, little brother.”
“By the way, how is Wei Ran (Yang Wanwan) doing now?”
“He is now back to Yinping to see his family.”
Zhao Guang replied, "The master of his family is also the King of Baima Di. Now that he has been appointed as the prefect of Yinping, he has returned home rich and noble."
When Liu Bei and Cao Cao were fighting for Hanzhong, Yang Ju, the father of Yang Wanwan, was the king of Di in the Yinping area of Wudu. He responded to Ma Chao and raised troops to respond.
Now that he has become the prefect of Yinping, it is not inappropriate to say that he will return to his hometown after becoming rich and wealthy.
“I will sign a document for the two of you later, and you will take up a post to protect the Qiang, and you will be responsible for protecting the cavalry of the Qiang Xiaowei Mansion.”
Feng Yong sat on the chair and said something.
Although I was beaten and scolded, the people who should be cultivated still need to be cultivated.
It smells so good after all.
Yang Wanwan is the young commander of the Baima Di tribe, and he also knows a lot about cavalry. Let him assist Zhao Guang, which can be regarded as making the best use of his talents.
“Brother really still loves me!”
After being beaten, scolded and threatened, Zhao Guang finally had a happy event. He jumped up and shouted happily.
"Shut up!" Feng Yong shouted, "I don't love you at all!"
Zhao Guang looked aggrieved.
Feng Yong stroked his forehead and sighed helplessly.
The battle in which Sima sent a five-pronged army to attack Shu was regarded as a major event in the late Three Kingdoms period.
Feng Yong naturally knows this process relatively clearly.
Zhao Guang died on the battlefield in order to cover the retreat of Ji Han's main force led by Jiang Wei.
At the end of the Jihan period when the talents were withering, he could be regarded as a short man and became the general.
Because under the circumstances at that time, Jiang Wei was naturally the person Jiang Wei trusted the most to be entrusted with the important task of providing cover. At the same time, he must have certain requirements for his abilities.
What's more, now that he is considered his brother, what else can he do if he doesn't train him?
Just looking at the appearance of this guy in front of him, Feng Yong felt a little nervous in his heart: Are you really capable of taking on such an important task?
Why do I always feel insecure?
If the old man thinks it’s okay, then there’s nothing to say.
After all, when Zhao Guang was guarding Xiaoguan last year, the old man didn't say anything. Thinking about it, he still acquiesced that Zhao Guang could lead the army.
If the old man feels that Zhao Guang is not suitable to lead the cavalry army, then let him be a partial general and lead a battalion of infantry to defeat him.
I believe that with the joint efforts of the old man and himself to suppress it, one Erha will not be able to make any waves.
After figuring this out, Feng Yong became happy again.
After waiting for so long, I can finally go home to see my wife and children.
On the second day, Zhao Guang hurriedly went to Jicheng first.
Feng Yongze handed over various matters to Li Qiu, and even took his soldiers to enjoy the scenery at the foot of Hongchiling Mountain in the cold weather.
This caused the Wei army guarding various passes in Hongchiling to become nervous.
Feng Junhou showed off his power to Hongchiling, and at the same time explained to Li Qiu the key points of his residence.
After the soldiers from the Longyou Dudu Mansion took over the garrison, Feng Yong led the soldiers from the Qiang Xiaowei Mansion back to Pingxiang.
At the same time, Chen Shi, the former governor of Longxi, was transferred to the post of governor of Xiping County.
But the new governor of Longxi is a surprising figure. It is You Chu who has disappeared for a long time.
Before traveling to Chu, he served as the governor of Longxi for a long time and was deeply relied on by the officials in Longxi.
Now that he has been appointed as the governor of Longxi again, he has changed from Wei to Han, which is quite dramatic.
Pingxiang in November has entered the coldest time.
But the Nuange that protects Qiang Xiaowei's mansion is as warm as spring.
The fine charcoal was burning brightly. Guan Ji was only wearing a thin sweater, half-bent, and was concentrating on reading the documents that Ping Xiang had saved this year.
Having nursed the fetus for such a long time and spent another month in confinement, she has not had a hand in the affairs of the Qiang Colonel's Mansion for more than half a year.
So after the confinement, while the child was asleep, she needed to get familiar with everything again.
Zhang Xingyi, who was sitting next to her, looked absent-minded. He couldn't help but secretly glance at Guan Ji's curves, which were even more majestic than before.
Looking once and lowering his head once, the look on his face became more and more depressed.
Guan Ji's senses were sharp and she noticed Zhang Xingyi's small movements. She raised her head and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
Zhang Xingyi held her cheeks and pouted: "Sister, tell me, brother-in-law, can he come back before the child comes a hundred days ago?"
Guan Ji didn't pay too much attention and shook her head, "Who can say accurately about things in the army?"
At this point, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, with a hint of satisfaction in her smile.
Perhaps because she became a mother, there was even a gentleness in her smile that she had never seen before.
"Compared to other women, I am lucky to be able to follow him in this way, but I don't dare to have too many extravagant expectations."
As a general and a tiger girl, Guan Ji naturally knew one thing: most of the old ministers who followed the late emperor to conquer the world were separated from their wives and children.
It was not until the late emperor pacified Shu and settled down that many people remarried and had children.
There are very few families whose wives and children have never been separated from the beginning to the end. The Zhang family is one of the luckiest families.
So Siniang may not have much understanding of this kind of thing.
But she herself was different. She had not only seen life, separation, and death, but had also experienced it herself.
The words "I don't dare to have too many extravagant hopes" were her true words after having a child.
“We can help him at the rear, it’s enough to ask him to be safe at the front.”
The tone on Guan Ji's face was very calm, with her lowest extravagant hope in it.
"Others, if you can have them, you can have them. If you can't have them, don't force them."
Zhang Xingyi can’t understand Guan Ji.
She supported her head with both hands, "Sister, I feel like you have changed a lot."
Guan Ji smiled softly and couldn't help but reach out and touch Zhang Xingyi's little head.
“You will understand when you become the mother of a child. If you have a son, a daughter, and a caring Alang, what else do you ask for?”
After the Northern Expedition, her second brother moved to the Central Guards Army, and the Guan family has now regained a foothold, so she doesn't need to worry about it anymore.
So, apart from praying for the safety of Ah Lang, who is leading the army into battle, I really have nothing to ask for.
Zhang Xingyi pouted, "How considerate is he? Even if he wasn't here when you gave birth to the child, you don't even know if the child will be back in a hundred days!"
While the two were talking, a baby's cry came from next door.
Soon after, the other baby also started crying.
Hearing the cries of her children, Guan Ji sighed in distress.
The two wet nurses quickly came over with their children from the connected inner door, "Madam, the young man and the young lady are both hungry."
Guan Ji looked left and right, with a look of embarrassment on her face, and hesitated, "Give me your son, and you go and feed your daughter."
“Why don’t you feed your daughter first? Your son is thick-skinned, so don’t be too doting.”
The door of the room was pushed open, and a person came in wrapped in a burst of cold air. Before the person could stand still, he opened his mouth and suggested something.
As soon as Zhang Xingyi heard this voice, he stood up suddenly, opened his mouth and shouted in surprise: "Ah..."
“Alang!” Guan Ji shouted in surprise.
Feng Yong closed the door tightly, then turned around and looked at Guan Ji, with a smile on his face, like a spring breeze, a little gentle and a little proud.
Seems to be proud of his sudden appearance and giving his woman a surprise.
Guan Ji stood there a little dumbfounded, looking at him intently, as if she couldn't believe it.
Feng Yong only heard a reminder: "The child is crying, why don't you feed her quickly? Don't let her starve!"
Only then did Guan Ji remember the pair of children crying loudly beside her. She said "Yeah" and her hands and feet were a little fidgety. "Show me."
While Guan Ji took the child, Feng Yong turned his eyes and glanced at Zhang Xingyi.
Zhang Xingyi rolled her eyes at him, turned her head away from him with a stern look on her face.
Feng Yong felt bored, consciously took off his thick robe and coat, and walked over lightly, "Is this our daughter?"
“It’s a son.”
Guan Ji turned her head slightly, looked at his face, and answered softly.
She was not shy in front of her Alang, and was ready to lift up her clothes to feed the child.
Feng Junhou was immediately dissatisfied. He reached out to take the child from Guan Ji's hand, and carefully looked at the little man who was crying for milk.
The softest place in my heart was touched by something unknown, and there was an indescribable feeling, a little tingling.
There was a feeling of warmth and love in my chest.
Is this what it feels like to be connected to flesh and blood?
It’s really amazing.
Feng Yong's lips unconsciously showed a gentle smile.
Then he handed the child directly to the wet nurse: "Here, take it and feed it quickly."
He stretched out his hand to bake on the nearby fireplace to make sure there was no residual cold air, and then he carefully hugged his daughter.
At this time, the son's cry disappeared next door.
The strange thing is that his daughter actually stopped and looked at Feng Yong motionlessly with her dark eyes, which seemed to be full of curiosity.
Feng Yongle's nose was almost filled with snot bubbles.
A silly smile appeared on his face: "This is good, my daughter is good!"
(End of this chapter)