Chapter 281 The Third Bowl of Dog Food

Besides, I'm just flattery, not flattery.

Zhang Xingcai is the first wife of a big man... I have no guts.

And my surname is Feng, not Wang.

Feng Yong muttered in his heart, and asked casually, "What does Huo Jianling mean?"

Huo Yi coughed dryly, and said, "There's news from Jincheng that the Empress appreciates Feng Jiancheng's "The Difficult Road to Shu" very much."

"The Difficult Road to Shu" was sent back to Jincheng, and Feng Yong had expected it a long time ago.

After all, Guan Ji is also a woman.

As a woman, she always has some vanity, and her sweetheart is only gorgeous when she is surprised. She wishes that the whole world would know about it, which is understandable.

It’s just that Zhang Xingcai appreciates it, and if you tell me, what’s the use?

"Then what?"

"The queen got this article and recited poems over and over again, finally she regained some energy." Huo Yi paused, and continued, "After "The Difficult Road to Shu", there is another incomplete article, what is the childhood sweetheart article..."

Feng Tubie suddenly felt something was wrong.

"It's just that the childhood sweetheart essay is just a fragment. The queen has been thinking about what the full text of this article is these days. After the emperor knew about it, he was very concerned. I heard that this article was also written by Feng Jianling. I wonder if there is the full text?"

"What childhood novel?"

Feng Tubie said with a guilty conscience.

"Feng Jianling, please listen, the beginning of this article is like this, the concubine's first payment, the drama in front of Zhehuamen..."

Okay, I get it, you don't need to say it.

Feng Yong knew it was like this.

It’s just that you have changed your Changganxing into a childhood sweetheart essay. I wonder if you have asked Li Bai’s opinion?

Only Guan Ji and Ma Su knew about Chang Ganxing's words.

But no matter which of these two people, they suspect that this article was written for Zhang Xingyi.

It's impossible for Guan Ji to make fun of herself by telling this article—although Si Niang is her younger sister, she can't let her rob A Lang from her, can she?

Besides, even if she wanted to spread the word, she would tell herself.

Well, needless to say, this matter was mostly done by that horse.

"Feng Jiancheng doesn't know something. This article is not only liked by the queen, but also by His Majesty."

Although they were in the secret room, Huo Yi subconsciously lowered his voice, "After all, back then, Your Majesty and the Empress were also childhood sweethearts, and the two had no suspicion."

"So, Your Majesty was thinking, can I get the whole article from Feng Langjun, so that I can use it to explain the queen?"

This Ah Dou is so interested in Zhang Xingcai?

Are you showing your love to me?

All Xiu Enai are long-lost siblings!

"Oh, Huo Jianling, this article, no..."

Feng Tubie ate two bowls of dog food a day, how could he eat a third bowl, and he didn't want to write the next article, just thinking of refusing, suddenly remembered something.

Immediately, he changed his words and said, "...Your Majesty has a decree. We, as ministers, have no reason to refuse it? I will write it out right away."

Eunuch Wen is more hateful than a broken dog!

The broken chapter dog can still leave hope for tomorrow, but the eunuch Wen has never seen anyone since entering the palace...

So Feng Tubie decided not to be a eunuch.

"It's not a will, it's not a will." Huo Yi waved his hands again and again, "This is the emperor asking Feng Langjun in private, it's not a will."

"Yes, yes, the emperor and the empress are deeply in love with each other. This article is written out of my feelings."

Feng Tubie immediately beat the snake with a stick.

Ma Dazui, I see you dare to say that I wrote this article for Zhang Xingyi in the future.

Writing a love poem to a little loli, isn't it my uncle's fault? Feng Tubie was determined not to blame his uncle.

How can it be interesting to be a good brother when you are a strange uncle?

When Huo Yi heard this, his face immediately became a little weird, and he coughed dryly, "Feng Jianling... is really a man of temperament."

I don't mind if you just say that I'm fine with my rhetoric.

Anyway, there is no shortage of you.

Feng Tubie acted as if he didn't understand Huo Yi's meaning, so he chuckled, "How about this, I'll read it, Huo Jianling will write it, how about it?"

"Do you dare not obey?"

After sending Huo Yi away, Feng Yong also got rid of a heart disease at the same time, and he couldn't help feeling better.

But what about Guan Ji?

Feng Yong searched the entire courtyard, but he didn't find Guan Ji, not even A Mei.

"What is brother looking for?"

In this yard, it seems that only Li Qiu is an idler.

Zhao Guang and Wang Xun are training soldiers.

Huang Chong patrolled around Nanxiang County, especially in the area of ​​Hanshui. He visited the few old people who were left in Nanxiang before, focusing on the hydrology of Hanshui.

This is a doer.

"Oh, nothing, just walking around."

Of course, Feng Tubie was embarrassed to say that it was because he was fed three bowls of dog food in a row, so he wanted to ask Guan Ji to comfort his heart.

"My younger brother thought that my elder brother was looking for Mrs. Amei. When Huo Shao came first, my younger brother forgot to tell my elder brother that Mrs. Amei and Mrs. Guan went to the river to pick some wormwood and calamus."

"What do you do with picking wormwood and calamus?"

Feng Yong asked strangely.

"Brother, did you forget that it's almost May, and there is a heavy five festival in May. Can't hang wormwood and calamus at the door?"

"Heavy five? Fifth day of May?"

"Exactly."

"Isn't that the Dragon Boat Festival?"

One of the four traditional festivals in China.

It's just why Li Qiu looked at him so strangely.

"The Dragon Boat Festival is the beginning. The May Festival is the afternoon moon. The name of the Dragon Boat Festival is more elegant than the Fifth Festival."

Li Qiu snorted, savored another sentence, and looked at Feng Yong, "Brother is really powerful, if you say something casually, you will have a sense of elegance."

Feng Tubie didn't change his face, coughed, "I'm going to find Guan Ji, I have something to say to her."

After speaking, he ran away.

When did the term Dragon Boat Festival come up? Is it not at this time?

These days, the natural environment has not been damaged, or if human beings want to destroy it, they have no ability to destroy it, so the water and soil are well preserved.

Therefore, the river behind the textile workshop has a relatively large flow of water, and it should be a branch of the Han River.

The water and grass are lush by the river, and the figures of Guan Ji and Amei are looming in the grass.

When the two saw Feng Yong approaching, Ah Mei called out to the Lord from a distance.

"You are busy with your work, I just came to see."

Seeing Amei holding a bundle of green grass in her arms and about to greet her, Feng Yong hurriedly shouted.

Then trot over.

Several bundles of mugwort leaves and calamus have been placed by the river, especially the mugwort leaves. Before they get close, they can smell a strong smell.

"The day is getting hotter and hotter. For this kind of thing, you can just call someone down. Why do you still come out in person?"

Feng Yong looked at A Mei's flushed face, and then at Guan Ji's cold face, his heart felt warm and distressed at the same time.

"How can the servant let others meddle in the matter of the lord?"

Amei blinked and said softly.

On the other hand, Guan Ji, without others by her side, was able to relax a bit, and immediately echoed in a soft voice, "Naturally, you have to do this kind of thing yourself, how can you let others do it? Brother, don't say such stupid things." , for nothing to make people laugh."

And this statement?

The grass shook, and all kinds of bugs inside panicked and fled in all directions.

Feng Yong saw a little grasshopper jumping to the side of the road, then suddenly a pink streak flashed, and finally a green shadow jumped over, and the little grasshopper was swallowed by the frog.

The frog snatched such a meal under the eyes of the human beings, and didn't dare to stay longer, so it jumped into the grass and disappeared.

Feng Yong said thoughtfully, "There are many insects and snakes in the grass, be careful."

"Don't worry, my lord. Caoli has already beaten him with a stick just now, and the snake has already been scared away."

There was tenderness in Amei's eyes, "Besides, where there is wormwood, there are fewer poisonous insects."

"Of course, wormwood can repel mosquitoes..."

Speaking of this, Feng Yong suddenly got stuck, and slapped his head again, "Seeing that it's summer, and there are more mosquitoes and flies, why didn't I think of using burnt wormwood!"

Last night, I was still complaining about the rampant mosquitoes. When I got up in the morning, I had several red spots on my arms, which were very itchy.

"My lord, this wormwood has a very strong smell. If you burn it with it, you might be able to smell it in the whole spinning workshop."

"Burn, even if it smells bad, it will burn."

Feng Yong secretly scolded himself as an idiot, sleeping at night always thinking that there is not even a mosquito coil in this era. Isn't this a natural mosquito coil?