Chapter 93 The spy wants to be friends with you
Li Yi is still Guan Ji's most likely husband. This is not decided by Li Yi, nor by Guan Ji, but by Zhuge Lao Yao, and by the interests of their two families.
Becoming good friends with Li Yi means that the last bit of Feng Yong and Guan Ji may be gone - although in front of iceberg beauties like Guan Ji, Feng Yong can only have wishful thinking at the moment.
"Received training outside, entered into the ceremony of worshiping the mother. What is the sentence below?"
Feng Yong just walked to the door of the living room and heard this sentence.
“After being trained by Fu outside, I entered the ceremony of worshiping my mother... I entered the ceremony of worshiping my mother, and I entered the ceremony of worshiping my mother. All the aunts and uncles are like sons and daughters. Brother Kong Huai is like a branch..."
Niu Wa's unconfident voice began to sound.
Still a familiar scene, still a familiar taste.
Feng Yong felt a little depressed. Why does Li Yi still have such weird interests? Do you like to torture knowledge in other people’s homes? If it doesn't work, just tell the butler specifically and ask Gouzi to serve him tea when this guy comes in the future? Just beat him to death with math!
“Oh, brother Wenxuan, why are you here to trouble this child again?” Feng Yong walked in and said with a smile.
Niu Wa, who was blushing and stammering, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his master coming in, and bowed to Feng Yong.
"Okay, let's go down." Feng Yong patted Niu Wa's head lovingly, thinking that if you recite at most four sentences, you should probably get stuck. If you recited it so slowly just now, you might be waiting for me to come, little one. Quite a lot to think about.
“Li Langjun came here this time, what do you want to do?”
Feng Yong picked up the bowl and took a sip of boiled water. There is no way, tea is scarce, except for hiding it quietly and drinking it secretly when alone, now Feng's house only uses boiled water to entertain guests.
“I’m here to congratulate Feng Langjun on his promotion to the post of Hanzhong Dian Nongguan.”
Li Yi smiled and cupped his hands.
“Compared with the prosperous land of Jincheng, the wilderness in Hanzhong is far different, so why should we be happy about it?”
"Why did Feng Langjun deceive me like this? Although I am not talented, I know that with your talent, if Feng Langjun hadn't invited him, how would the Prime Minister have let Feng Langjun leave the capital?"
It sounds nice, but the real reason is, doesn’t Zhuge Lao Yao have some clues in his mind?
Feng Yong smiled politely: "I've only heard about Hanzhong for a long time and it has ancient customs, so I longed for it and wanted to go there to learn about it."
Li Yi nodded and agreed: "Hanzhong is the place where Emperor Longxing was established. Although it is now abandoned due to war, the prime minister will definitely pay attention to it in the future. Sooner or later, Hanzhong will become an important place of the Han Dynasty again."
Although Feng Yong already knew that this guy had a high IQ when he sent him the veteran, he still has to say one more thing at this time, this guy's IQ is really high!
“How do you explain this?” Feng Yong blinked and asked pretending to be unclear.
Li Yi shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile: "Why is Feng Langjun always wary of X? Then Zhao Erlang and Wang Dalang are both good friends with Feng Langjun. In fact, X has admired Feng Langjun for a long time, and also I want to be like the two of them and become close friends with Feng Langjun."
"Li Langjun is the son of Governor Li, and he is favored by the Prime Minister. He has a distinguished status. Feng is extremely honored to be handed over to him at all costs, but he cannot bear Li Langjun's warning words."
Li Yi glanced at Feng Yong with a thoughtful look, nodded, and said, "That's it."
Feng Yong was slightly stunned and thought to himself, what does this mean? I don’t think I said anything related to Guan Ji, right? Do you understand?
Li Yi looked a little lonely and said softly: "Brother Feng, although your parents are no longer alive, you are still a descendant of the mountain sect, so you are different from ordinary people like us. Although we look like a beautiful person, there are also hidden reasons behind it. Difficulties that others know. Now this big man, the Prime Minister is extremely talented, who dares to disobey his orders? Although a certain person had previously followed the Prime Minister's order to befriend Feng Langjun, but at the same time, it was his own wish. If he offends Feng Lang If you are unhappy, I will apologize first."
With that said, Li Yi stood up and bent down to salute.
“What’s wrong with Li Langjun?” Feng Yong quickly helped Li Yi up and said, “I’m not unhappy! It’s not too late for me to be happy that I can win over Li Langjun!”
He said this with his mouth, but he cursed secretly in his heart. Zhuge Laoyao’s wife had stuffed Zhao Guang over earlier, and now he himself stuffed Li Yi over.
Are spies so rampant these days? Just say openly that I was sent here by someone else? And you said that I am truly friends with you? Do you want to be shameless?
However, as soon as Feng Tubao heard the words "prime minister", he immediately became scared, rbq, rbq.
"Although I am a disciple of a mountain sect, I can still be regarded as a layman!" After the two sat down again, Feng Yong said jokingly, "At that time, Zhao Erlang brought a jar of wine and a piece of meat to the door, so I regarded him as a good friend. . Then Wang Dalang is even worse, but he brought all his wealth here, but I don’t know, what did Li Dalang bring? "
Li Yi was stunned for a moment and saw Feng Yong's joking expression. Then he realized it and laughed. "This threshold is not low, it is indeed not low. But for the Li family, it is not difficult."
After a pause, he seemed to have thought of something, and then continued: "I heard at that time that although the prince brought all his wealth, he was sent back, and in the end he only received a cart of cheese. This matter is talked about a lot. My Li family has been living in Nanzhong for a long time, so what I can get is the native products of Nanzhong."
“Oh, there are a lot of local products in Nanzhong, but I don’t know what Brother Li is going to use as the opening brick?”
“Dianchi colt.”
“What?” Feng Yong was confused.
Li Yi smiled mysteriously and said: "Feng Langjun has been appointed as the agricultural officer of Hanzhong, and he will definitely rush to Hanzhong in the near future. How about Li sending some luggage to help check the luggage on the way?"
Seeing that Feng Yong still had a look of doubt on his face, Li Yi continued with a smile: "Everyone knows that Youzhou and Liangzhou produce excellent horses, but they don't know that Dianchi Lake also has a divine horse. This divine horse is very different from the northern war horse. "It has a small body and strong hooves. Although it cannot be used as a war horse, it can go up high mountains and walk on dangerous paths as if it were walking on flat ground. It can go for dozens of miles without sweating. It grows in valleys. It is really a good animal for carrying transportation on high mountain trails."
After hearing this, Feng Yong reacted suddenly.
Dian Horse!
The most important means of transportation on the thousand-year-old "Tea Horse Road". Although it is short in stature, it is more stable and has long endurance, making it suitable for dangerous mountain roads. Not to mention Yunnan, even mountainous areas like central Sichuan are still suitable. The Sichuan horse of later generations is actually a variant of the Yunnan horse.
Li Yi said it was a Dianchi horse, and he was right. War horses from the north are suitable for battlefields, but Dian horses from the south are suitable for logistics. In terms of their respective functions, the Yunnan horse really deserves to be called a horse.
If Li Yi hadn't mentioned this, he would have forgotten it. But in fact, he really didn't expect that the Yunnan horse would have appeared in Shu at this time. He thought that this kind of horse was still unknown in the hands of the barbarians in the south.
emmmmmmm…If it is coded before midnight in the evening, it does not count as a broken promise.
(End of this chapter)