Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 28 Pretentious for a while, crematorium afterwards

  Feng never retreated but advanced, he lifted his legs and locked his throat, twisted his backhand, and a strong man was pinned to his knees on the spot and couldn't move.

   "Ho Ho..." The steward's face was flushed, his mouth and nose exhaled like a cow, and he struggled hard.

"With this ability, you are worthy of causing trouble in Feng's residence?" Feng Yong's mouth was like a poisonous snake spraying venom continuously, "Guan Junhou's pride is known all over the world, so this is why Jingzhou has lost. Unexpectedly, the Guan family not only Don't take it as a warning, but take it as pride, without Guan Junhou's ability, but his arrogance has intensified, it seems that the decline of the Guan family is just around the corner."

   After speaking, he let go of his hand and moved forward again. The steward couldn't control his body and fell to the ground. After getting up, he yelled and wanted to jump up again.

   When it comes to fighting on the battlefield, Feng Yong may be a rookie, but when it comes to fighting one-on-one with bare hands, he is really not afraid of anyone.

   What I practice is not fancy boxing and embroidered legs, but military boxing for actual combat! Is the exercise every morning for nothing? Is it free to eat eggs every day?

  Block, throw an elbow, directly smash the opponent's nose, and then put the opponent on the ground again.

   "Okay, Shishiro, you are not his opponent."

   As soon as the guy turned over, he wanted to pounce on him again. The steward who was sneering with his arms folded beside him hurriedly stopped him and said dissuadingly.

Feng Yong clapped his hands and said condescendingly: "Please go back and tell Guan Junhou, if the Guan family really wants to learn this technique of wishing a rooster, then send someone who is sincere and able to learn it. I, Feng Yong, are so arrogant like you." The mansion is too small, I'm afraid it won't be able to accommodate you."

"Little Tian Shelang, clever words, wait for the opportunity to get greedy, and treat my Guan family as nothing. In vain, Guan Junhou didn't forget the past, and thought you were sincerely apologizing, so he sent me here, but I didn't expect you to say Such vicious words!" The Fourteenth Lang was dragged by someone, and he didn't rush forward again, but he gritted his teeth and said viciously, "If you insult my Guan family like you, the Guan family and you will not be at odds with each other!"

   "Is this what you mean? Or Guan Junhou?" Feng Yong's face was gloomy, and he spoke clearly, "Or, you can represent the Guan family now?"

That Fourteen Lang's expression froze, and he sneered again: "The villain is just a small manager, how can he represent Guan Junhou's meaning? It's just Tian Shelang, you can think about it, if I go back and tell you what you said just now and Guan Guan Listen, Junhou, do you know what Guan Junhou will do?"

  MMP, what the **** did you instigate the incident first, and then realized that I couldn't beat Lao Tzu, and then remembered that I was a small manager? You can't find your way back, so you threatened me to go back and sue? What I hate the most is this kind of elementary school students who sue behind their backs!

  Running a few steps to speed up, he flew up and kicked Shishilang directly in the lower abdomen, causing him to stagger back a few steps on the spot, and fell to the ground like a shrimp arched his waist, curled up and moaned while covering his lower belly.

"Feng Langjun, isn't this too much?" The steward who was originally helping to pull people hurriedly stepped forward to help the fourteenth man. When he found that his face was pale and sweating profusely, he asked Feng Yong angrily, and at the same time Secretly surprised, this Shishilang is physically strong, and he also has a few fists and kicks in his hands. It's nothing more than that he couldn't beat the weird binding technique before, but he didn't expect that this kick could make Shishilang unable to get up. Come on, the strength is not small. Although Feng Langjun is not very old, he should not be underestimated.

   "Are you from the Zhang family?" Feng Yong asked rhetorically.

   "Exactly."

   It can be seen that Guan Zhang is one, and now among the remaining three, only he reacts the most violently, and it is likely to be a member of the Zhang family.

   "Dare to ask the name?"

   "Don't dare bother Feng Langjun to ask questions, the villain's family is the third, follow the lord's surname, Feng Langjun can call the villain Zhang Sanlang."

   "Zhang Sanlang, do you want to fight against injustice?

   "Don't dare, but I think Feng Langjun's shot is too much."

"That's still an injustice." Feng Yong looked contemptuous, but his tone was not light, "Although I am young, I have seen the prime minister and old general Zhao. I have had the honor to listen to the prime minister's teachings, and I have also been taught by old general Zhao. Say something If you are not humble, you also got the prime minister's praise of "Youth hero" that day. The prime minister once said that if you have something to do, you can go to the prime minister's house. But I don't know what the status of this fourteenth man is, he can be so arrogant and scold me. That’s all for Lang, who speaks cleverly and waits for an opportunity to get greedy, but where does he start?”

I was someone who talked and laughed happily with Prime Minister Zhuge (although I was tricked), and I was also instructed by General Zhao (although I was slapped twice). General Zhao is a blind man?

  Koyi, young man, come here, tell us your identity, and see if you have the qualifications?

"It's bitter!" Zhang Sanlang thought to himself, "No wonder I got a letter from the Lord when I left the house, not to provoke troubles at will, so there is still this kind of joint." He looked at Shishilang with a strange look, "But why Shishilang But acting recklessly like this, could it be that Guan Junhou didn't mention something to him?"

  Na Shirang's face became paler and his teeth were clenched. It seemed that he couldn't bear the pain in his abdomen, and he passed out immediately.

  This farce seemed to be beyond everyone's expectations. Zhang Sanlang saw Shishilang fainted, so he pleaded guilty, and helped Shishilang leave in a hurry.

   It is inconvenient for the remaining people from the Zhao and Ma families to stay in the Feng residence. After all, the people sent by the lords of each family are not fools. When something like this happened, no one knew what the attitudes of the Guan and Zhang families would be. Before the attitudes of the two families became clear, it would be better for the Zhao and Ma families to wait and see.

   "My lord, what should I do?" The butler looked worried. Did the lord really offend the Guan family this time?

   "Don't worry, I have my own measure." Feng Yong was calm on the surface, but he was already scolding in his heart. Lao Tzu had already taken a step back to show his goodwill, and tried his best not to confront Guan Xing head-on, but he did not expect to have such a conflict with the people under the Guan family.

   Playing aggressively and beating someone is certainly fun for a while, but afterward you have to go to the crematorium!

  Why the **** am I so impatient?

   Offending the rich and powerful, whether in Wei State or Soochow Wu, Feng Yong felt that he was going to run away. So in the Kingdom of Shu, is it possible for me to live tenaciously for a few more episodes? Feng Yong is thinking, after all, I have acquainted with Zhuge Laoyao once, and we belong to the same lineage of the Shanmen!

  Feng Yong began to rejoice that he was put on a tiger skin hidden in the mountain gate by others out of thin air. By the way, the old demon Zhuge said, go to him if you have any troubles. At the most, I would go to the prime minister's mansion to make a living, and finally let the old monster Zhuge have a good time, so I wouldn't be in danger of my life. It's just that he was tied to death in the prime minister's mansion from then on, and he had less freedom.

  Feng Yong didn't sleep all night, and comforted himself all night.

  The next morning Feng Yong rarely got up late, and was exceptionally not in the mood to do morning exercises. After breakfast, he sat in the living room in a daze like a mud bodhisattva.

  The butler got Feng Yong's abnormality from Yaomei's small report, and ran over cautiously to take a closer look at Feng Yong's expression, and found that he didn't appear to be sick, so he asked the lord if there was anything wrong.

   "It's okay, I'm just waiting for someone." Feng Yong waved his hand impatiently, and drove the housekeeper away, "Uncle Zhao will go to work on his own, don't worry about me."

Feng Yong's face was gloomy and he was in a bad mood. The whole Feng Mansion was like a mass of high-pressure air in the sky. On weekdays, Yaomei, who was closest to Feng Yong, had sneaked here four or five times to serve tea. Tiptoe, like a thief.

  The summer in Sichuan is very hot, and there is no air conditioner in this era. From sitting in the morning to noon, the sweat from the body is sticky and sticky, which is very uncomfortable. Feng Yong picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, which was just right for the mouth.

  (end of this chapter)