Chapter 87 Don’t worry
"This kid is such a scoundrel. Sister, you don't know. Sometimes, he can really make you so angry that you want to break your teeth." Huang Yueying smiled at Zhang Xiahou, with a look of not being surprised, "But the old man God has given him a wealth of knowledge, do you think it's strange?"
Let’s go to Assi!
I regard you as an elder no matter what, and I send you a lot of food to the Prime Minister's house. Is it really okay for you to slander me like this?
With an awkward but polite smile on his face, Feng Yong stood there respectfully, cursing MMP in his heart.
Zhang Xiahou put down his sleeves, picked up the tea bowl and wanted to take a sip of tea to cover it up. He thought for a while and put it down again. He was probably worried about something. He looked at Feng Yong and said, "Although it's September, the sun at noon is bright." It’s not too light, A-mei asked him to come in and sit down, so as not to burn him out.”
Huang Yueying nodded and gestured to Feng Yong: "Come in and sit down."
Feng Yong glanced at Zhang Xiahou with gratitude, entered the pavilion, and was too self-aware to dare to sit at the stone table. He sat on the farthest pony in a polite manner, and then curiously looked at the painting in Huang Yueying's hand. Look.
That painting depicts a half-length beauty with a face that looks a bit like Guan Ji, but she is not as cold and cool, and her clothes are fluttering. She should not be Guan Ji. Guan Ji has never worn women's clothing. The beauty's expression is a little nimble and naughty, which is very Zhang Xing's charm.
I didn’t expect Huang Yueying to be good at painting.
“Madam, you are really good at painting. This painting looks like a real person.” Feng Yong flattered.
"Oh?" Huang Yueying was a little surprised, "Do you recognize the woman in this painting?"
"I don't recognize it." Feng Yong shook his head, "It's just that Madam's painting is so lifelike. If I see it in the future, I will definitely recognize it."
Huang Yueying laughed "scoff", put the painting on the table again, picked up the pen again and started painting. It seemed that she was not satisfied with her work. After a while, she said: "There is no such person in the world. I just imagined it, how could you meet it? Okay, you don’t have to please me, just tell me, what’s the matter? Ba Niu Liga is in the limelight right now, so if you can come out in such a big limelight, I’m sure It’s not just any trivial matter.”
This is said as if I am a turtle...
"That's it, ma'am. Didn't I take a leave of absence due to illness a few days ago? I have been thinking about the promotion of the Eight Ox Plow in the past few days and it is so important to the imperial court. I am afraid that my body is burdened with a lot of support." As he said, he also He made a sickly gesture, which made Zhang Xiahou next to him unable to help but cover his mouth with his sleeves.
“Oh? So what?”
Change positions, doesn’t your husband want Zhu Yejian? I even did things that made Zhao Yun disgusted with his own son. Do you really not understand what I mean?
Subordinates need to be familiar with each other, so that their bosses will like them - well, although it seems that Old Demon Zhuge may not like him very much, but he is so knowledgeable, how can the Prime Minister, who distinguishes between public and private matters, still care about such a small person like himself? Supervision order?
That’s why people who are high officials are the most disgusting! You have to be secretive when you say something, let alone do something. This is a hint, and that is a metaphor. It's not okay to pretend that you don't understand what he means. It's too clear, and you think others know too much... annoying!
“Well, the boy has not recovered from his illness for a long time, so he thought that it would be better not to give up the posts of supervisors and supervisors and let the capable ones take the position, so as not to miss the prime minister’s important events.”
"I'm just a woman, what's the use of talking to me about such official matters?"
Fuck! Wasn't it you who asked me to be the supervisor of Zhuye? Why didn't you say at that time that women should not engage in political affairs?
“After all, it was my wife’s fault that I was sent to prison, and now I want to beg for the bones…”
“Poof!”
Feng Yong could no longer speak.
"Just go on, don't worry about me, I'm rude!" This time Zhang Xiahou buried his whole head behind his wide sleeves, his voice came out muffled from behind the sleeves, his shoulders were twitching, and then he pulled Zhang Xing up with one hand Holding his hand, he quickly walked out of the pavilion and disappeared behind the courtyard arch.
Here Huang Yueying shook her hands after listening to Feng Yong's words, and a large black birthmark appeared on the half-length beauty's face. She glared at Feng Yong angrily and angrily.
Feng Yong looked at her innocently, saying that he had done nothing.
There was no other way. Huang Yueying had no choice but to put down the pen, rolled up the painting and put it aside, and sneered: "I wonder if Feng Langjun is noble this year?"
“Mrs. Hui, sixteen years old.”
"Sixteen-year-old begging for bones? Feng Yong, are you scolding the court or the prime minister?" Huang Yueying's voice became sharper, "Is it possible that the big man really can't tolerate you?"
“What do you mean, madam? How dare you do this? It’s just that you have an old illness, so...”
"Stop talking about these useless things!" Huang Yueying interrupted Feng Yong rudely, her chest heaved violently, and she stared at Feng Yong and asked, "Let me ask you, why do you want to resign?"
The world is so big, I want to see it?
Feng Yong scratched his head, thought for a while, and then said: "I want to go to Hanzhong to enjoy the scenery..."
Huang Yueying almost couldn't breathe.
“Not long ago, you were still clearing land on the slopes of Fengzhuang, and you didn’t look like you were giving up your foundation. Why do you have this idea now?”
Huang Yueying really couldn't figure out what this **** was thinking.
Giving up the foundation? I never thought about giving up! Fengzhuang is my base, how could I let him go just by saying?
Feng Yong looked up at Huang Yueying blankly: "Madam, where do you start talking about this? I have never thought of giving up Fengzhuang."
"Still quibbling! You haven't married yet, and you have no other relatives in your house. If you stay away from your house, who can make the decision if something happens to the village? How is this different from giving up your inheritance?"
“Young man is just going to collect some information, and you’ll be back in just two or three months. It shouldn’t be a problem, right?”
“Can you guarantee that nothing will happen in your house during these three months?”
I guarantee an egg! In this era, there are no mobile phones or Internet, how can I guarantee this?
“Then what do you think Mrs. Yi should do?”
"I can be your supervisor with peace of mind and just stay there. If you want to be on duty, go on duty. If you don't want to be on duty, just stay in your shabby village and enjoy yourself. Isn't that so bad?" Huang Yueying hates that iron cannot be made into steel. He said, "Don't forget that I made a bet with you at the beginning. Now it seems that although the result has not yet come out, it can be guessed. This promise to keep you safe can be fulfilled."
Understood, it seems that Old Demon Zhuge is still worried about wandering around by himself. I regretted it a bit. Being a disciple of the mountain sect is also a double-edged sword. It can give oneself a layer of protection, but it also limits oneself. In order to stabilize himself, Old Demon Zhuge can even temporarily move away from the position of Zhuye Supervisor - although even if he occupies the position of Supervisor, he will definitely not be able to affect Old Demon Zhuge's control of Zhuye Supervisor in the end. .
Clenched his teeth, Feng Yong thought to himself, fortunately, I am still a little prepared.
(End of this chapter)