After Wang Ping left, Huang Yueying walked out from behind the screen with a letter and wool cloth in her arms, looking happy.

"I originally thought that the boy wanted to be lazy, so I ran to Hanzhong with the name of collecting the field, but I never thought that he had done such a big thing."

Zhuge Liang looked at his Xijun's look of comfort and joy, and felt a little uncomfortable: "Why is Xijun so concerned about that boy? Bosong is also your child, why don't you care about him so much?"

Huang Yueying gave Zhuge Liang a blank look: "Alang's words are unreasonable. Bosong is young and mature, and now he is in his prime. But he is four or five years older than that boy. How do I care about it? Besides, letting Bosong suffer in Hanzhong is not my idea."

As he said that, he shook the letter in his hand again: "How long has the bastard been to Hanzhong? Such news came. Not to mention anything else, just this wool will save you so much trouble in the future? Why are you still not satisfied with him?"

"Okay, okay! What Xijun said is reasonable, it is because I said the wrong thing."

Seeing Huang Yueying talking for her children, Zhuge Liang couldn't stand it.

Seeing that his son was convinced, Huang Yueying read the letter happily again and continued, "The letter said that he was going to build a ranch and raise cattle and sheep in captivity, and planned to give Bosong one and give me one. In this way, wouldn't our Zhuge family take up two? Will others gossip about it when they were introduced?"

"What are some gossip?" Zhuge Liang didn't care. "I think that if he had the ability to store the cattle and sheep in the pasture, even if he had a way to store the forage, he would have to feed the cattle and sheep and mow the grass to store it in this summer and autumn? How many can he save?"

Huang Yueying thought for a while and nodded: "What does Alang mean is that the cattle and sheep are not big in scale?"

"No one has seen this thing about building a ranch and raising cattle and sheep, but in my opinion, cattle and sheep always have to eat grass to survive. Where can he find so much grass?" Zhuge Liang thought of the boy who always acted in accordance with the rules and often did unexpected things, and he always felt a little guilty when he said this.

"The boy's intention should be to raise sheep by himself and then shear wool and weave cloth. This is the real profit. Even if he raises more, and so many families are divided, it is probably the same as the chicken raising. Last time, he thought I was hurting him and deliberately missed our family, so he had to make up for it this time."

"Alang said this like a child fighting spirit." Huang Yueying couldn't help but burst into laughter, "At a young age, it's normal for him to jump away. Didn't he just follow your wishes to work? You are the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, and you still hold grudges like this."

"How is this a matter of holding grudges?" Zhuge Liang was a little unhappy. "He didn't want to ask him to come to the mansion to do things. He asked him to stay in Jincheng calmly, but he insisted on going to Hanzhong. He wanted to give him the little lady of the Zhang family to him, and he insisted on making a quarrel between Guan Ji and Li Yi. Tell me, is this a matter of holding grudges?"

"You, that's your temper." Huang Yueying returned the letter to Zhuge Liang, found a seat to sit down, and then carefully folded the cloth, then said, "I want to grab all the big and small things. I'll meet someone who can catch you, but I want to hold them tightly in my palm."

Zhuge Liang wanted to speak but stopped.

Huang Yueying waved his hand and stopped Zhuge Liang from speaking: "The matter is different. Alang is the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, but he has to personally handle Sima's affairs in the army. Even if the concubine is a woman, he knows that it is inappropriate. Everyone has their own ambitions and he is unwilling to enter the palace to do things. So just like now, let him do what he is willing to do, and wouldn't he do such a big thing?"

As he said that, Huang Yueying looked at Zhuge Liang seriously: "Alang, have you ever remembered that Yang Zizhao advised you not to act like this? And Feng Mingwen, although he is young, knows that he has clear responsibilities. Whether it is a person or a matter, why can't Alang relax a little?"

Zhuge Liang was silent for a while before he said, "You must be reasonable in detail."

But Huang Yueying didn't say anything that would change at the moment. When she heard this, she sighed in her heart, knowing that Alang was unwilling to change it for a while. She didn't force it. She could only persuade such a thing slowly and couldn't hurry up.

"When it comes to the little lady of the Zhang family, I remember something." Huang Yueying said slowly, "Does Ah Lang still remember that painting?"

"What painting?"

"It's the painting given by the old immortal Li."

"The Book of Changes says: Heaven moves hard, and gentlemen strive for self-improvement. You know, I don't like the most about pretending to be mysterious prophecy." Zhuge Liang said unhappily, "Even if the destiny of heaven is constant, the world is impermanent."

"Zi didn't say that the strange power was in chaos, and he just said that he stayed away from him, but he didn't believe it." Huang Yueying retorted, "Isn't it true that the two drops of water in front of the horse and the words that must meet his horse on the way back? Did Alang ever think that if the beauty in the half-body and the words that the beauty on the way north should be obtained, should the matter between Feng Yong and Guan Ji?"

Zhuge Liang was stunned.

Seeing his own Alang's expression, Huang Yueying knew that he had said it to the point: "Isn't Hanzhong just north of Jincheng? Guan Ji's beautiful appearance is exactly the same as the beauty. If she gets the beauty, she may not be the matter between Feng Yong and Guan Ji."

After thinking for a while, Zhuge Liang shook his head gently: "It's not appropriate. How can I explain the word "Wu" above?"

"That's not simple? Guan Ji's martial arts are only a handful of in this great Han territory. Isn't this word Wu annotation for Guan Ji?"

"It's too far-fetched." Zhuge Liang flatly denied, "Why don't half-body beauties draw the whole body? There must be a reason for this. Don't forget that the horse is complete. Stop the sword and the word "wu" cannot be said to calm down the sword and the war."

"I can't tell you." Huang Yueying also knew that this was indeed a bit far-fetched, but she thought about what the old immortal Li said and painted was really difficult to understand.

Since he talked about Guan Ji and Feng Yong, he had to follow the topic and continue to say, "If Feng Yong really recognized Guan Ji, what should the Zhang family girl do?"

“What else can it be?”

It was fine if Zhuge Liang didn't listen to this, but he felt upset when he heard this. "The queen wanted Zhang Siniang to marry that gangster, but that vision was indeed unique. Unfortunately, Mrs. Zhang Junhou felt sorry for her daughter and was unwilling to force her. Now she is making such a fuss, because she is hesitant."

Speaking of this, he seemed to think that it was wrong for him to say something behind his back, so he paused again, "That guy is talented and talented, he must be handsome and has a good character. There is a big master behind him as his backer. Which girl can't be matched with? Anyway, the matter between Guan Ji and Li Yi has not been decided, so it's not countable, so they will go."

"It's because it was the queen's suggestion, so it's troublesome." Huang Yueying disagreed with Zhuge Liang's rough treatment method. "Now that something happened, what if the queen felt a grudge in her heart? Also, whether the Guan family is willing or not is it a big deal!"

"Don't underestimate that kid. If he really wants to do, ordinary people can't stop him."
Chapter completed!