"I'm asking you, what are you looking at!"

Zhang Xingyi felt ashamed and happy at the burning look in Feng's eyes, so she pushed him.

"Oh, oh, Zhen Feng Rui?"

Feng Yong came back to his senses, "Former Rui must advance in every battle, and more than half of them are killed or injured. It is very dangerous. After all, he is also the little prince of the Huns, right? Is it okay if you arrange him in like this?"

"What could be the matter?" Zhang Xingyi said nonchalantly, "No matter how little Hun prince you are, he is still a Hun, and he is also a down-and-out family with no tribe."

"He really wants to revive his family business. The fastest way is to go to the battlefield and work hard to achieve success, or..."

When Zhang Xingyi said this, he glanced at Feng Tubao and said, "Either he is like a certain person who received God's favor, studied under the masters, acquired good knowledge that is not available in the world, and rose to prominence."

As he spoke, Zhang Xingyi gritted his teeth and said, "You can also do whatever you want, especially to deceive people!"

Feng Yonglao blushed, coughed, and pretended not to understand, "Um, how is his martial arts?"

"Don't worry, it's very good. I heard from the old man at home that his martial arts should have been taught by famous experts, or it may be from his family. He has little battlefield experience now. If he can survive the battle, it's hard to say.

From now on, he will be a brave general."

"The old man in the house even advised me to send him to my brother's place. It's a pity that he would rather be a pawn in your sect than be a general in my brother's place."

"Huh? What's the point of this?" Feng Yong was a little strange, "If he went to Guan Junhou, wouldn't his future be better? Why must he follow me?"

"Otherwise, why would you say it would be a lie?" Zhang Xingyi said angrily, "The song "Xia Ke Xing" is not only sung by those knights all over the world, but also takes it as the ultimate principle. Even countless people come to Nanxiang because of its reputation, and they all regard it as

Feng Langjun is my lifelong confidant."

"I would rather be a pawn of Feng Langjun than a general of Guan Junhou. Feng Langjun, you are so capable!" Zhang Xingyi raised his thumb and said with a half-smile.

Feng Yong smiled proudly and took another mouthful of rice.

"Eat slowly!" Zhang Xingyi frowned at the way he was eating, "He has all the skills, but he doesn't follow etiquette. He lies down under the tree on the roadside and sleeps. You can't even have any manners when eating?"

"I don't know. This is called informality. Do you understand? Besides, what kind of manners should I have in front of you? If you don't like it, kick me out." Feng Yong handed the bowl over and said, "Here's another one."

The words were impolite and the attitude was rude, but Zhang Xingyi fell for it. He happily took it and served him another portion.

"You haven't said whether you want someone else or not?"

Zhang Xingyi said coquettishly.

Before Feng Yongfan could swallow it, he spurted it all out with a "pop", then he stared straight in his eyes, beat his chest desperately and coughed.

"Why are you choking when you're doing so well?"

Zhang Xingyi quickly handed over the water and helped him pat his back.

"What...what did you just say?"

Feng Yong almost choked to death, suppressed his blush, and asked.

"How could I choke when I said you were doing well..."

"last sentence."

"Do you want that Liu Hun?"

"Cough cough cough..." Feng Yong coughed several times and took a few breaths, "I'll have to speak clearly in the future."

Zhang Xingyi didn't notice her speech problem at all, "Is there something I can't explain clearly?"

"Okay, okay, you have spoken in person, how can I refuse? In this way, you ask him to wait for me in the yard tomorrow, and I will take him with me when I leave."

"Okay, I understand."

After hearing Feng Yong's words, Zhang Xingyi felt sweet in her heart. When she saw Feng Yong stretched out his chopsticks again, she quickly patted his hand and said angrily, "You're so dirty and you're still eating! If you're not full, you go first."

Take a bath and I'll make another one for you."

"Is this...did you do?"

Feng Yong pointed at the dishes with his chopsticks and asked in surprise.

"Otherwise, who do you think made it?" Zhang Xingyi said dissatisfied, "I know that the cook in the small kitchen of the workshop came from your village, and I have learned from her for a long time."

"sharp!"

Feng Yong expressed his heartfelt praise.

No wonder it suited my taste so much, it turned out to be a chef from the Feng family.

Si Niang... you are really thoughtful!

Feng Yong secretly glanced at Zhang Xingyi who got up and asked the maid outside to come in and clean up. "Don't bother me. I can't eat so much at night. I'll be seven-tenths full, which is just right."

Zhang Xingyi rolled her eyes at him, "Do you really think I'm willing to do it for you?"

Feng Yong smiled awkwardly.

After the maid finished cleaning up and went out, the two sat opposite each other, but they didn't know what to say.

The atmosphere was a little awkward at first, and then became ambiguous again.

Zhang Xingyi glanced at Feng Yong, his eyes were watery, and then he looked away. His expression was very similar to the way the girl sitting in front of him in high school asked him questions after class.

Although he is not the first brother, Feng Yong can't help but want to indulge in it.

Oops... Why does it feel like first love?

Thinking of Xijun who was far away in Yuexi, Feng Yong suddenly woke up. At the same time, his heart became clear. He said with a heart, "I'm going back first. Si Niang, you should rest early."

Zhang Xingyi glanced at Feng Yong, with an indescribable meaning in his eyes, and softly said "hmm" in his nose, "I'll give it to you."

"It's cold outside, so I don't want it anymore."

As soon as Feng Yong stood up, Zhang Xingyi had already stood up first, took his coat, opened it, and stood there, looking straight at him.

Feng Yong had no choice but to turn around and let her help him put on his clothes.

The down jacket had no zippers, only a row of cloth buttons. Zhang Xingyi stood in front of him, fastening the buttons one by one with her dexterous hands. The candlelight illuminated half of her face, which was as smooth as jade.

The scent of girl Rulan lingered in his nose, causing Feng Yong's heartbeat to speed up again. He quickly closed his eyes and silently recalled the scene when Guan Ji urged him to practice martial arts.

Well, the effect is good, the heartbeat returns to normal.

After Zhang Xingyi fastened the buttons for him, she took the belt and put her hands around his waist. The clothes were too thick and she had to lean her head on his chest to take over the belt at the other end.

It's a bit like hugging him.

The belt took a little long to hold on...

Zhang Xingyi buried her face in Feng Yong's chest and said softly, "Alang's sword has no eyes in this northern expedition, so be careful."

"Ok, I know."

Feng Yong couldn't just push her away, lest he hurt her again, so he put down his outstretched hands and gently put them on her waist.

The two stood in silence hugging each other.

In the end, Feng Tubiao, who was still confused about the style, broke the tranquility. He gently patted Zhang Xingyi on the back, bringing her back to reality from her dream, "I really have to leave, otherwise it will be too late and people will gossip about her.

"

Zhang Xingyi gritted his teeth, and the tenderness in his heart suddenly turned into anger. He pushed him hard and kicked him out. He gritted his teeth and said, "I knew he was a coward without courage! Get out of here!"

After saying that, he threw the belt directly into his face and closed the door with a bang.

Feng Tubou picked up his belt, secretly shouted that it was dangerous, and then ran away in confusion.

At the same time, I was worried, and I didn’t know what Guan Ji meant by writing to Siniang. If she and Siniang were really going to get entangled in the future, they would have to go through Xijun’s test first, right? It seemed like she had to find a way to get the best of both worlds.

As for what other people think, I don’t care!

After a while, Zhang Xingyi opened the door again, looked at the dark night, and stood there quietly, not knowing what to think.

After a while, a proud smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"Someone's coming!"

"What are your orders, madam?"

The maid ran over quickly.

"Go and call the steward of the house."

After a while, Nanxiang's steward arrived at a trot.

"Go and tell Li Tong in person now. From tomorrow on, he doesn't have to worry about anything. He only needs to concentrate on storing bees. He can store as much as he can. If he needs anything, you can try your best to arrange it."

Zhang Xingyi paused, as if remembering something again, "Tell him, if this thing is done, the second wife of the Xu family, I can find a way to help."

After arranging everything properly, Zhang Xingyi chuckled, looked at the place where the lights had just been lit, sighed, and then said to himself, "One day you will pay off your debt!"

In late December of the fifth year of Jianxing, Meng Da, the prefect of Cao Wei's new city, rebelled.

While Sima Yi of Wancheng sent people to report the news to Wei Emperor Cao Rui, he personally led his army, marched day and night, marched twice, and went straight to Shangyong City, the county seat of Xincheng.

Shangyong City uses the tributaries of the Han River as a moat and is surrounded by water in three directions. The terrain is extremely dangerous.

Mengda originally planned to deploy heavy troops on the waterless side, and then planned to build a high city wall and build a wooden fence around the water to prevent Wei soldiers from crossing the river.

His plan was quite good, but unfortunately, the wooden fence outside Shangyong City was less than half encircled, and Sima Yi's army had already appeared on the other side.
To be continued...