"This is your second disciple, named Fu Qian, nicknamed Hu Zi."

Wei Rong said quickly, and then introduced to Fu Qian, "Huzi, this is the lady in charge of the husband's house."

The tiger-headed Fu Qian quickly saluted and said, "I have met Mrs. Yao."

"I'm just a servant, but I can't afford Mr. Fu's courtesy."

Yaomei waved her hand and said, "It's a bit messy here, I'd better take you to my house."

Seeing that his former playmates had become unfamiliar, Wei Rong moved his lips, but could not say anything.

On the other hand, Fu Qian didn't have that much thought, so he thanked him immediately and said, "Thank you, ma'am."

Before Zhuangzi settled everyone down, someone else came to report that the Lord had arrived at the intersection of Zhuangzi.

Butler Zhao immediately put down what he was doing and took Yaomei out to greet him.

The momentum of the arrival this time was far less massive than the first time, but in everyone's eyes, it was much more important than the last time.

"Don't forget what I told you. Now that Amei has been taken over by the master, you have to call her Mrs. Mei from now on. Do you understand?"

Seeing a woman getting out of the car in front of her, the housekeeper looked at Guan Ji who was not far away and said quietly to Yaomei.

"I understand, Father."

Yaomei nodded, thinking at the same time, that Amei is so dark and ugly, how could the Lord fall in love with her? Madam Guan is so pretty! Also, Madam Zhang is also pretty...

Just when she was thinking wildly, Feng Yong had already gotten off his horse. Butler Zhao quickly pulled Yaomei forward and bowed deeply, "I have met my master."

"Uncle Zhao doesn't have to be so polite."

Feng Yong quickly helped Butler Zhao up, "Thanks to Uncle Zhao for taking care of Zhuangzi over the past year, I should be the one to express my gratitude to Uncle Zhao."

"My lord, you have broken my old servant."

Butler Zhao looked at the master in front of him who seemed to have changed a lot, but he couldn't tell where he had changed.

Looking at Mrs. Mei behind the Lord, she secretly sighed in her heart, this man can only truly grow up if he has a woman!

My lord, you have really grown up.

"My lord must be tired from traveling all the way. My old servant asks your lord to go back to your house and rest."

"Okay, go back to the house, go back to the house!"

Feng Yong nodded, looked up at the familiar scenery around him, and felt that all the fatigue in his body was swept away, replaced by joy and relaxation.

She looked at Yaomei who was looking behind her curiously. When she felt happy, she couldn't help but joked, "What are Yaomei looking at? Hanzhong is not as good as Jincheng, so there is nothing good there."

I'll bring you something."

Yaomei was looking at Amei quietly, thinking that she used to be so dark and ugly, but how could she look so much better after a trip to Hanzhong?

Lord Leng Buding suddenly asked her something, but he didn't dare not answer, so he could only answer truthfully, "Go back to my Lord, my maid is watching... Oh, no, it's Mrs. Mei. Mrs. Mei has become really beautiful."

"Ahem," Feng Tubou glanced at Guan Ji and thought, could it be that the almanac said it was not appropriate to return home today?

On the way, he met a Zhang Ji who dropped a few words and tricked him. When he returned to the village, he was accidentally tricked again by this girl. It was really a bad year.

"Haha, you are an immature kid, do you know what it means to be good-looking?"

Feng Tubao felt mmp in his heart and smiled on his face.

He didn't dare to look at Guan Ji again, but stretched out his hand to touch Yaomei's head, "Go, lead the way."

"Yes, my lord."

Feng Yong and his party were about to enter Zhuangzi when they suddenly heard someone shouting from behind, "Feng Langjun, please be patient."

Feng Yong turned around and saw Mrs. Li from the village next door walking in front, followed by a few servants carrying something.

"Old Mrs. Li, how come it's such a coincidence?"

"It's not a coincidence." Old Mrs. Li looked good. It is estimated that the life in the sixth house of the Li family has been quite good recently. He smiled and said with his hands, "The young man has been asking his servants to wait on the road, just waiting to see Feng

When Lang Jun came back, he immediately informed the young man, so he hurried over slowly."

"Oh, Grandpa, what's the matter?"

Feng Yong asked curiously.

"Of course there's something going on, and it's a happy event."

Old Mrs. Li laughed, pointed at Feng Yong, and said, "Isn't it a great joy for Mr. Feng to return home?"

Then he pointed to the servant behind him who was carrying something, "Last year, the Li family received a lot of benefits from Feng Langjun, but they never got anything in return. Today, we are taking advantage of this happy event, so I specially sent some fine wine.

I hope Mr. Feng will not refuse."

Before Feng Yong could speak, the eyes of several people next to him were already shining, and they all swallowed their saliva.

Especially Zhao Guang, he suddenly remembered the jar of wine that was confiscated from him, and thought to himself, his brother is still more powerful, others take the initiative to deliver wine to his door, unlike himself, who finally found a jar of wine and didn't drink the last drop.

.

Feng Yong counted them, no more, no less, exactly ten altars.

It seems that the aristocratic family has a lot of background. The imperial court has long banned the brewing of wine. I didn't expect that even a side branch of an aristocratic family could produce so much wine.

"Unfortunately for Mu Niang, I always felt sorry for her. However, thanks to Mr. Feng's care, she even sent a letter a few days ago, saying that she was doing well and there was no need for the clan to worry. Xiao Lao was also relieved.

I haven’t thanked Feng Langjun enough for this.”

The words were serious, but the tone didn't sound serious.
Chapter completed!