"Alang..."

Guan Ji moaned with a nasal trembling voice, "Don't make trouble."

It turns out that Feng Yong's hand reunited with an old friend after a long absence, and he couldn't wait to grasp that grandeur again.

"Sanniang, are you serious that you don't want to go to Nanzhong with me?"

Feng Yong buried his head in the deep ravine and asked in a muffled voice.

Guan Ji's body at this time was really as soft as a weak willow. Sitting on Feng Yong's lap, her upper body could actually be folded into an arch.

Feng Tubiao couldn't help but secretly praise, this person who has practiced martial arts... is just different!

"Concubine, I can't go. My second brother went to Nanzhong, and my nephew can't take charge of the affairs. Someone in the house must be watching... ah... be gentle..."

Guan Ji's eyes almost dripped with autumn water, and her cheeks became increasingly flushed and moist.

Coupled with the fragrant and warm breath exhaled, it is really overflowing with charm.

Seeing her such a confounding look, Feng Tubao felt so much love in his heart.

At the same time, I couldn't help but be secretly proud. Fortunately, I know that women like this iceberg are the real best.

What kind of aristocratic woman is just an egg!

Compared with a truly charming woman like Guan Ji, those superficial things specially trained by aristocratic girls are just scum!

"Sanniang, I want to ask you something."

"Alang just said..."

Guan Ji's eyes were as charming as silk and she murmured.

"Did you sing the song "Drumming" when we sent the Prime Minister off to the south?"

"Well...how did Alang know?"

"I can hear your voice. There is a broad agreement between life and death. Talk to Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together with me. Sanniang, I am also willing to do this."

After hearing this, Guan Ji chuckled and said, "Alang didn't go to the battlefield again."

"There is no need to go to the battlefield. I am willing to live and die with you in this life. I told Zicheng that I am also willing to hold your hand and grow old together with you..."

How could Guan Ji have thought that an article like "Drum Beating", which was clearly about sending people on an expedition, would suddenly turn into an extremely emotional love story between a man and a woman when it came into Feng Tubao's mouth?

At that moment, his body seemed to have no bones, and he leaned softly against Feng Yong. His fragrant tongue stirred the crystal liquid and took the initiative to send it over.

Feng Yong was so happy that he wanted to untie her belt.

Unexpectedly, Guan Ji reacted very quickly and firmly held Feng Tubao's hand that was trying to move down, preventing him from crossing the defense line.

Her principles are extremely firm. No matter how close the two are, she just refuses to cross the last line.

"Alang...waiting for you to come back from Nanzhong..."

Guan Ji whispered in Feng Yong's ear.

When Feng Tuchel heard this, his heart trembled. Doesn't this mean that he has to wait until the day of getting married? How long will he have to wait?

Although he has a thief's heart and a thief's courage, his force value is too low. What the hell...

Feng Tibi really wanted to cry but had no tears.

I don’t know how long the two of them had been coexisting in the study room, but they heard another knock on the door. Guan Ji, who was half-dressed, was so frightened that she jumped up on the spot and hid behind the screen in the study room, refusing to show her head again.

Feng Yong was very excited. Being hit by someone so suddenly was like having a bucket of cold water poured on his head.

"who?!"

Feng Tubiao shouted angrily, his anger had nowhere to vent, it was really irritating.

"My lord, I am your servant."

Amei's voice came from outside the door.

Except for her, if any servant in the mansion dared to approach the study without the master's permission, they would be pulled down and beaten half to death.

What do I need this for?

Feng Yong sighed, stood up and opened the door.

"Squeak", the study opened a crack, only Feng Yong's head was exposed, and he asked angrily, "What's the matter?"

"My maid... I just want to tell the lord that Master Fan has returned to his residence. Didn't the lord say that he should report as soon as possible after he returns?"

Amei saw that Feng Yong's expression was not good, and said with some flinch.

Only then did Feng Yong remember that Fan A and Amei had indeed said such words when they went to Zhang Mansion today.

At that moment, he had no choice but to lower his tone and say, "I understand. I'll be there later..."

At this point, he thought of something again, "Forget it, go ahead and tell the servants to prepare water. I want to take a bath. Remember, I need cold water, not hot water. Let Master Fan rest for a while first. I

I will go find him after bathing."

"yes."

After Amei agreed, she turned around and went down.

When she returned to the room, she saw that Guan Ji had packed herself up and came out from behind the screen with a blushing face.

"Sanniang..."

Feng Yong looked at the beautiful lady whose charm was still lingering, and called out softly again.

"Brother, don't you want to take a bath?"

Guan Ji, however, no longer allowed him to get involved with her, and there was affection in her eyes, "My aunt has given instructions, and I want my little sister to go back before the sun sets. It's already getting late, and my little sister has to leave."

Huang Yueying, you have gone too far!

Don’t you understand how difficult it is to be a person?

It's only a matter of time, why bother!

Seeing Feng Yong's dissatisfied look, Guan Ji looked at the closed door, took the initiative to lean over, and gently pecked Feng Yong with her plump and red lips.

"When Alang goes south, he must be very careful. I am not around, so I must pay close attention to my health. I am waiting for Alang's return in Jincheng."

After that, he drifted away.

Feng Yong had no choice but to run and wash away the anger with cold water.

After a while, a wailing song came from the bathroom: "What use do I need this iron rod for? So what if I have this change..."

Immediately, the servants of the Feng Mansion were so shocked that they looked at each other.

Someone was about to get together and want to say something, but the gloomy-faced Butler Zhao appeared like a ghost, "All the work is done? What are you doing standing there? Looking for a fight?"

Then everyone suddenly dispersed like birds and beasts.

After everyone disappeared, Butler Zhao quietly approached the bathroom, with a worried look on his face: What is the master howling? Why is it so unpleasant? Is he getting sick again?

After taking a bath, Feng Yong came out of the bathroom feeling refreshed and saw the housekeeper standing at the door with a worried look on his face. He thought something had happened.

"Hey, Uncle Zhao, is something wrong with you?"

As soon as Butler Zhao saw Feng Yong, he changed his face to a smile and said, "Nothing, nothing, just wanted to remind the master that although the weather is getting warmer, you still have to be careful about the cold when you shower yourself with cold water."

As he spoke, he quietly and carefully observed anything strange about Feng Yong.

"Oh, it doesn't hurt to wash it occasionally."

Feng Yong said nonchalantly.

"Master...are you okay?"

Butler Zhao asked carefully.

"It's okay."

Feng Yong glanced at Butler Zhao strangely, "Uncle Zhao, are you really okay?"

"Nothing, nothing, it's fine, it's fine."

Butler Zhao confirmed that there was nothing unusual about Feng Yong, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "As long as the master is fine, everything will be fine."

Although I don't know why Butler Zhao is acting abnormally, as long as he says it's okay, it should be nothing serious.

Feng Yong went to the front yard, asked someone to find Fan A, and asked, "How is Mrs. Liu's health?"

"Back to Feng Langjun, Mrs. Liu's body has improved a little. In spring, when Yang Qi rises, it is a good time for treatment. After a few more days of acupuncture, you can start taking medicine."

Fan A is not a fool. He has vaguely guessed that Zhang Xingcai's identity is very unusual, but as long as no one reveals it, he will pretend that he knows nothing.

"That's good."

Feng Yong breathed a sigh of relief, "I'd like to ask you to worry more about this matter. That Mrs. Liu is not an ordinary person. Even I have to rely on others in some places."

"Yes, I understand."

Fan A nodded repeatedly.

"By the way, speaking of medication, how is your senior brother doing? When can he come to Jincheng?"
To be continued...