It's like the brothers hiding things when they were kids.

The eldest brother cultivates slowly and grows slowly. He thinks that he has reached a secret place that he needs to use his feet to reach. He is complacent, but he does not know that the second son, who is a head taller than him, can see it when he raises his eyes. Wu Xian is really going to be killed.

This son is crying.

Zhao Feng: "..."

Not to mention the eldest son, Zhao Feng didn't expect this either.

Wu Xiandao: "I've already knocked my dick."

Zhao Feng was slightly shocked. The information revealed by Wu Xian's few words was huge. If the second son really directed and acted this matter, he not only intimidated the eldest son, but also framed the blame. As a result, the lord...

The disposal for this is just knocking.

this means--

The lord loves the second young master in his heart.

Wu Xian saw the subtle expression on Zhao Feng's face and said helplessly: "The boss's quail-like temperament is not suitable for him. His talent is just mediocre. After all, not every lord has to charge into battle and kill the enemy like Shen Youli. If his temperament is strategic,

If he is outstanding, even if the boss is just an ordinary person, people will be loyal to him, but he has a mediocre temperament and is at the mercy of his uncle."

The second child is very good at watching.

He is also very opinionated.

"...Dayi, if we put aside the stability of the world, there is nothing wrong with passing on the family business to the eldest son. At least he will not treat his younger brothers and sisters badly. Even if he does not make any achievements, he can be regarded as a glorious ancestor if he can maintain the current situation. But it cannot be done now. Zheng Qiaoruo has been overthrown.

, the Dragon Slaying Bureau Alliance Army has no unified enemy, and civil strife and conquest will only happen sooner or later. Can the boss convince the public?"

Zhao Feng shook his head when he thought of the eldest son's appearance.

As a teacher, he cannot say anything against his will.

only--

"My lord is in the prime of life and is in his prime. It is still too early to consider these things. If the eldest son can understand my lord's painstaking efforts and correct himself, I believe that he can stand as long as possible." Zhao Feng's words are not unreasonable, and even go beyond the limits.

That line.

If Wu Xian cares about him, Zhao Feng will be reprimanded at the least.

But Zhao Feng didn't say this for the sake of the eldest son.

Wu Xianshu has many children, and several of his concubines are also concubine daughters of the Tianhai clan. If the second young master can surpass the eldest young master and ascend to the throne, those young masters may not come up with ideas.

The only advantage the second son has over his brothers who are concubines is that they are "direct sons." As for the so-called direct sons and concubines, the difference between the two is just that, because their status came with Wu Xian, not with their mother. Since they can ignore it

According to the etiquette and law, instead of choosing the legitimate eldest son whose name is changed, he chooses the second legitimate son instead. Then he can also abandon the etiquette and choose a son from a concubine.

Wu Xian's choice is very dangerous.

The staff under his account were all members of the Tianhai family that he had befriended when he was young. This made Wu Xian highly dependent on their support and even restricted by them. For this reason, he did not have a good way to solve the cliques among the factions under his account.

.

Sometimes, Wu Xian also envies Shen Tang.

Shen Tang is barefoot, so naturally he is not afraid of anyone.

Looking back at yourself, one move can affect the whole body...

Wu Xian's face looked ugly, as if he had swallowed a bitter melon alive, and said with anger: "Why don't I understand? But the boss can't help me!"

The topic reached an impasse.

Zhao Feng knew he had crossed the line and found an excuse to withdraw.

The night wind blew into his neck, taking away the warmth from his whole body and stimulating Zhao Feng to the point where goosebumps appeared all over his body.

He stood there, looked up at the waning moon in the sky, and exhaled a breath of white mist. Inexplicably, Zhao Feng felt as if something was pressing on his heart, and he was a little breathless. Zhao Feng loosened his pine armor and did not return to his tent.

Looking for old friends.

The old friend was using the iron fan handle to poke the charcoal fire and fanned the fire. Mushroom soup was boiling on the fire.

Zhao Feng keenly smelled the aroma of meat.

"You have a dog nose, you come here for smells?"

Zhao Feng sat down and said, "After you scold me, if I don't drink all the soup you cooked, wouldn't I suffer a big loss?"

The temperature in the northwest continent is slowly warming up.

The temperature in the middle of the night was so cold that my hands became numb.

Zhao Feng held the empty wooden bowl and watched his old friend twist a pinch of snow-white fine salt from the cloth bag he carried with him and sprinkle it on the mushroom broth. He suddenly felt a little displeased that he was so leisurely. He said: "Today, man,

If you encounter something, please refer to it for me."

The scribe looked askance at him: "Pay?"

Zhao Feng scolded: "You old guy, are you looking for money?"

The scribe Didigu said: "How much money can I make from a leisure job?"

Zhao Feng: "..."

He was forced to take away the little golden cake as big as his thumb.

The scribe said in a good mood: "Come on, what's the matter?"

Don’t forget to protect customer privacy.

Zhao Feng poured the beans, so and so, and so, and finally concluded: "I don't know why, but I feel uncomfortable..."

The scribe stirred the mushroom broth with a small silver spoon.

"Isn't it obvious to you? You feel uncomfortable because you are worried about the eldest young master's life. Who doesn't know that choosing the eldest young master can reduce the struggle? You know things that you understand, but the lord doesn't understand? But it's the eldest young master who doesn't understand this.

The talent... is so rotten that it seems like it was forgotten in the mother's womb, or like she was reincarnated and drank Meng Po soup and forgot to take it with her, so that's it, but he still occupies the direct descendants and eldest son..."

The scribe gave a vivid metaphor.

"It's like occupying a latrine and not taking a shit."

Zhao Feng silently looked at the pot of Gudu Gudu, with the milky white soup rolling up and down, and his face darkened.

The scribe said seriously: "The eldest son seems to be a bit of an eyesore. If he can find this 'chief', all problems will be solved. The lord does not have to worry, others do not need to stand in line, and a bunch of common men do not need to poke their heads in."

He spread his hands and said, "Everyone is happy."

Zhao Feng's face at this time was darker than the bottom of the clay pot licked by the tongue of fire. The scribe took a mouthful of mushroom soup to taste the salty taste, and said casually: "You'd better not get involved in this matter. The eldest son can live.

By now, my brain is at least smarter than yours."

Zhao Feng: "..."

He was depressed and angry.

"Do you know what I want to do most right now?"

"Overturned our mushroom soup?"

Zhao Feng: "You are right!"

A pair of copper maces were about to smash his clay pot.

In the end, it only hit the fire, and countless sparks burst out, but the pot of mushroom soup disappeared. When Zhao Feng looked up, he saw that the mushroom soup was already being held by the scribe's hands.

The latter also smiled happily and said: "Fortunately, it was not wasted."

Yan Ling rescued Mugu Broth in a timely manner.

Zhao Feng's anger surged to a height of three feet.

"You must die for me!"

In the end, Zhao Feng didn't take a sip of mushroom soup.

The words are divided into two parts——

Wu Xian is troubled by the problem of his two sons. His "friends from Tang and Tang", Shen Tang, are having a rough time. Her teammates along the way are Zhang He, Qian Yong and Tao Yan. They can still be invisible at ordinary times.

For the sake of purity, when it comes to serious matters, we still have to contact him.

Tao Yan is really sorry for his name.

Every time, there are two sentences about Yin and Yang and Shen Tang.

However, Shen Tang was never at a disadvantage when it came to words, and always returned the favor twice as much. The result was that the more noisy she got, the more angry she became. It is reasonable to doubt that if this attitude continues, she will have to kill her before she even sees her enemy.

I lost Tao Yan...

Coincidentally, Tao Yan thought so too.

However, both of them have the burden of "the overall situation" weighing on their heads, and they can't do it for the time being. Zhang He plays the role of a mediator and peacemaker, responsible for putting out the fire, and Qian Yong is responsible for eating the melons.

But soon, Shen Tang and Tao Yan couldn't care less about the quarrel.

As mentioned before, after more than two hundred years of artificial transformation, the terrain in Yanzhou is generally flat, and there is only an artificial natural barrier at Chaoliguan to rely on. Once Chaoliguan is broken, the middle gate of the remaining half of the state will be wide open.

Became an unprotected "lamb".
To be continued...