Feng Yong almost grinned from the side. Seeing Huang Yueying's gaze turn, he quickly restrained his expression and said, "The country boy Feng Yong has seen his wife."

"No need to be polite. I came here this time, and I was just going outside the city to relax. Later I remembered that my prime minister's husband had been talking about a young hero these days, and was curious, so I came to take a look."

"I dare not be a wife's reputation, but I am afraid that I will disappoint her."

"Whether you are disappointed, you have to look at it again. Judging people by their appearance is ultimately superficial." Huang Yueying said meaningfully.

Oh, this tone doesn't seem to be right. How did I offend her?

Before Feng Yong could figure out what was going on, Huang Yueying spoke to the person behind him and said, "Gao Yuan, Yinping, have come here to see Feng Langjun."

"Zhang Shao has met Feng Langjun." The driver who was driving the car gave Feng Yong a gentle smile on his face, and he bowed to him very politely.

"Guan Ji has met Feng Langjun." Guan Ji, who had already dismounted, stood in front of Feng Yong, with a cold air. He did not bow like an ordinary woman, but instead bowed like a man.

After Feng Yong returned the gift one by one, he suddenly saw a small head with a horn on his head and his eyes lit up. He couldn't help but lit up: What a porcelain doll with pink and jade! The big black eyes kept turning and looking at Feng Yong up and down. The milky white skin was as if it was polished with the best Hetian jade seeds.

Which little girl is this? I really want to take her home for maintenance! Feng Yong swallowed his saliva.

The little girl seemed a little scared at Feng Yong's wolf-like eyes, and suddenly shrank back, and only a crisp voice could be heard: "Uncle, is this Feng Dianzi who deceived his uncle by making a fool of himself?"

Feng Yong almost breathed a sigh of relief!

Which bastard is so immoral? Teach children this wrong thinking? Have you ever seen a crazy person who can trick others into saying things in a clever way? And that other person is still Zhuge's old demon?

Huang Yueying held back her laughter and pulled the little girl in front of her and said, "Si Niang must not be rude. Feng Langjun is a master, not a traitor, nor an idiot." Then he said to Feng Yong, "This is the second daughter of Zhang Junhou, whose nickname is Xing'er. She is usually called Si Niang. She is a child of a child, and her words are not rude. Feng Langjun, please do not take it to heart."

"I lied to my uncle to get along with the grandson thief. What's the point of not being a traitor?" The little girl broke free from Huang Yueying's hand, ran over and hugged Zhang Shao's thighs, and turned around and said with a crisp voice.

Children's words are rude, children's words are rude!

Zhang Shao glanced at Feng Yong awkwardly, then turned his head, not daring to look at Feng Yong.

How much do you hate Sun Quan? Even such a cute little girl has begun to hate brainwashing?

Huang Yueying's face sank: "What are you talking about?"

Feng Yong clearly saw Zhao Guang shrinking his neck, and he knew that the child probably had many shadows left by Huang Yueying in his heart.

"Uncle, I was wrong." Zhang Xing trembled for a moment, moved over in small steps, tears in his big eyes.

"Then you won't apologize to Feng Langjun?"

"Langjun Feng, I'm talking quickly for a while, so don't blame me."

A little girl gave a half-squat ceremony like an adult, but she was still pretty.

"Suck", Feng Yong sucked the saliva that was about to flow to his mouth, and sighed in his heart that this little girl was so cute that she could not bear the blame for the inability to help her sister-in-law, and she still took her sister-in-law to the palace to continue to be the queen after her sister died.

Thinking about Liu Chan's future failure, it would be fine if this poor little girl was in danger of destroying her country. She would have to travel through mountains and rivers and be rushed to the enemy's capital and rely on others. It would be a pity.

Touching his body, it seemed that he didn't take anything. Feng Yong had to stretch out his hand, wipe away the two aggrieved tears from Zhang Xing's pink face, and sighed: "Don't cry, don't cry, a girl like a jade seed will look bad when she cries. I am also a poor man, and I have no valuable things on my body. I have to give Zhang Xiaoma a few words: A graceful girl is shy, and the years are free of sorrow."

After hearing the previous words, Zhang Xing's little face suddenly turned red, but he couldn't understand what Feng Yong said to give her the last two sentences, so he had to turn his head blankly to look at Huang Yueying.

"This is a praise for your beautiful appearance and a beautiful nature, but it is a rare good sentence in the world!" Huang Yueying touched Zhang Xing's head and turned to Feng Yong, "I didn't expect that Feng Langjun's literary talent was so outstanding. I wonder what scriptures he read before?"

Finished!

Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat and his mouth became slutty!

Feng Tubi tried to recall unconfidently. Was this body literate before he traveled over? After getting the affirmative answer, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"When I go back to my wife, I just learned from my family. I can only learn a few words with Yan Jun. I can't talk about the scriptures. Those two sentences were said later by people in the master's sect. I thought it was quite good, so I wrote them down."

He lowered his head and lowered his hands to look respectfully. Feng Yong happened to see Zhang Xing holding Huang Yueying's thighs and looking at him with big eyes flashing. He immediately squeezed his eyes and made a strange face. Zhang Xing smiled "sharply" and retracted his head again.

Don’t think that little girls don’t know anything – are there few primary school students who show their love online in the future?

"Oh, I always thought your master was considered a Mohist school, but I didn't expect that I would also study the classics, which sounds a bit like Confucianism. Then which school is the master behind you?"

"It should be a miscellaneous family, right?" Feng Yong hesitated a little. I was the only one in the sect. Which one should I be from?

"It should be? This is the first time I heard someone don't know which school they are from." Huang Yueying laughed and said, "Are you lying to me?"

"It's just a miscellaneous family." Feng Yong coughed dryly and said a little embarrassedly, "What the master has learned is very complicated, and everything in the world is involved in everything, so it is naturally a miscellaneous family."

"Everything is true, this is the tone of a mixed family." Huang Yueying looked at Feng Yong and said sarcastically: "Why don't you know everything according to this meaning?"

"Where is anyone in the world who knows everything?" Feng Yong looked at Huang Yueying innocently, "There is a specialty in his profession, and everyone in the sect has their own expertise. The boy just learned some basic knowledge from his master."

Huang Yueying nodded and recognized Feng Yong's statement: "You have specialized in your skills and profession, and this is a wonderful saying. Back then, the miscellaneous people claimed to be involved in everything, but in the end they were in no way. It seems that your master learned the lessons from that year, and then came up with a way to have their own skills."

The miscellaneous family had such embarrassing things back then? I don’t know!

"Madam, the sun in the sky is so poisonous, why not go into the mansion before talking?"

After standing under the sun for so long, Feng Yong felt that the sun was shining with a scorching heat and his whole body was sweating.

“Okay.”

At that moment, Feng Yong was leading the way as his master and led Huang Yueying to the Feng Mansion.

What is the most enjoyable thing to eat in summer?

Of course it is a big ice watermelon, but Feng Yong has never seen a big watermelon in this era.

There is also ice cream, but Feng Yong does not have a refrigerator. Besides, this thing needs cream to taste good, and he doesn't like to eat cream, so he has no plans to make it so far.

For something as luxurious as Xia Yinbing, I'm afraid even the palace of Shu Han is treated with rare treatment. Just look at the gauze cloth clothes Huang Yueying wore. Although there is no patch, it looks abnormally old. As a prime minister's wife, there is no one else.

From this, you can imagine that Zhuge Lao Yao was stingy. So if Adou dared to indulge his honest kid, Zhuge Lao Yao's saliva would be sprayed directly on his face: Master, be frugal!

It doesn’t matter if there is no watermelon or ice. There is also the tea secretly made by Feng’s mansion, which can not only produce salivation and coolness, but also make people forget their spirits leisurely. It is a must-have for literati and scholars.
Chapter completed!