Zhuge Liang laughed and said, "What's the matter? I am a great Han Prime Minister and your elder, how can I break my trust with you?"

Then he raised his hand and was about to give Feng Yong a high-five. Unexpectedly, Feng Yong had already put his hand down when he heard the four words "Why not" in front of Zhuge Liang, which made the Han Prime Minister dumbfounded.

Having said so much just now, Feng Yong was actually a little thirsty. He picked up the bowl and took a sip of water. Then he looked up and saw the Prime Minister with complicated eyes, standing there in a daze with his hands raised...

Feng Yong:……

"Prime Minister, how about we do it again on one, two, three?"

Seeing the look of dissatisfaction on the face of the Han Prime Minister, Feng Tubao put on a polite yet embarrassed smile and asked in a flattering manner.

"roll!"

So Feng Yong was driven out of the Prime Minister's Mansion in embarrassment.

"Junhou, are you okay?"

Seeing the resentful look on Feng Yong's face, Buqu, who was waiting outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, quickly asked.

"What can happen? What's the difference between entering the prime minister's house and entering our house?"

Feng Yong glanced at this expressionless guy and said angrily.

Anyway, the Prime Minister's Mansion can be regarded as half of my wife's natal family. Is it wrong to say that? That's right?

Feng Yong got on the horse brought by Bu Qu and took the lead to walk out of the city.

After getting off the official road and entering Zhuangzi, I saw two women standing at the door of the mansion from a distance, looking this way.

The woman standing in front is extremely beautiful, and the woman standing behind is gorgeous and graceful. She is his wife and concubine.

Feng Yong's gloomy mind after being kicked out by the old demon Zhuge suddenly turned into a clear sky.

He got off his horse happily and greeted him, "Xijun, I'm back."

Guan Ji, who was dressed as a young woman, smiled tenderly, helped take off Feng Yong's cloak, and handed it to Amei behind her. Then she said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, Alang. Did this trip go well?"

"Smooth...smooth, everything that needs to be said has been said."

Feng Yong stumbled, but he refused to lose face in front of his lover, so he patted his chest and said.

"I thanked Alang."

Guan Ji has been with Feng Yong for three years, and now she has become a bed partner. Just from the tone of her voice, she knew there was something fishy, ​​"But did you make the prime minister angry?"

"The Prime Minister is angry, but not because of this matter, but because of other things."

Feng Yong saw that he couldn't hide it, so he glanced at his right hand with some frustration, wondering why I have such a mean hand?

"For what?"

"No...nothing."

Feng Yong had no nerve to tell Guan Ji this, so he immediately changed the subject and said, "The Prime Minister agreed, saying that he would not be so tired after waiting to see the hope of the revival of the Han Dynasty."

"What is the hope for the revival of the Han Dynasty?"

Guan Ji frowned slightly, with a worried look on her face, "My aunt said that the prime minister's body already looks like he is overworked. If he continues like this, he may fall ill."

"Alang, you also know that my aunt has just become pregnant with great difficulty. If the Prime Minister..."

Before Guan Ji finished speaking, Feng Yong held her hand, patted her gently, and comforted her, "I know, I know, you don't have to worry, and tell Madam not to worry."

"Believe me, this time will come soon."

Although Feng Yong's tone was light, he was firm.
Chapter completed!