Huang Song's background is a weakness that cannot be ignored, and ordinary aristocratic families despise him.
At this time, it was just right for him to become an official. It would not lower his own style, but at the same time, he could help Huang Song and increase his chips.
If you wait for Huang Song to settle the world and then turn to him, it will only be the icing on the cake, and it is not uncommon for others.
Who knows that Jiang Pengji, a bandit, has suddenly emerged, and one person has muddled the increasingly clear situation, and finally turned around beautifully.
Silly!
Silly indeed!
What about Feng Jue
Why does Huang Song, who is poor and has no foundation, let Feng Jue help!
Tang Yao and Feng Jin had very similar thoughts at the beginning. Feng Jue was so deviant, so he might just go to the sea and be the master to conquer the world.
Be your own boss and be your own advisor, both are right.
If Feng Jue's career improves, Feng Shi will still be his most solid trump card.
Isn't this better than taking refuge in Huang Song
To make a common analogy, the super-rich N-generation weighted N-generation department does not start his own business, but helps ordinary middle-class boys to start a business.
Brain flooded!
All in all, he does not understand the thinking of learning God.
"Feng Saburo went out to help Huang Song, neither for fame nor for profit, nor to show his ambitions and clean up the world..." Tang Yao thought of something, a suspicious blush appeared on his face, and he thought about it, "Maybe, he will help Huang Song. Song has another reason? If Huang Song was defeated, Feng Saburo's life was worry-free, but he was 'cut out between a square inch of land and mountains', maybe his wish was fulfilled."
The more he talked, the more Tang Yao believed in his own judgment.
Excitedly rubbing his hands, he seemed to have discovered a gossip.
What kind of eyes does Mr. Yuanjing look like? He can't see through the students' brain holes
According to Tang Yao's logic, Feng Ren didn't beat Feng Jue, the bear son, to death because of his father's true love for his son, and Feng Jue did his best to help Huang Song without asking for anything else. Maybe it was some kind of true love? Hehe - such a "seamless" logic is awesome!
Mr. Yuanjing felt tired.
He vaguely understood the real reason why Feng Jue helped Huang Song.
"Speaking of which, Feng Saburo is quite similar to the teacher when he was young—"
Tang Yao snorted and looked up at Yuanjing.
"resemblance?"
"It's very similar." Mr. Yuanjing laughed, "high talent, arrogant, arrogant and self-centered. It is precisely because there is no difficulty in learning anything, so I have the idea of 'all beings are stupid but I am only smart'. On the one hand, I feel that there is nothing in the world It is difficult to get yourself, and at the same time, you are tirelessly looking for something that can make you frustrated. As a teacher, taking 'the world of peach and plum' as the way, it is naturally also out of this idea. "
I feel that I am too smart, I have to find a difficult thing to stumbling myself, otherwise it will be too boring.
Life is so long, is it hard to waste a lifetime of boredom
Decadent hair, get up!
Of course, the idea of such a middle school only came from a young age.
After years of precipitation and growth, Mr. Yuanjing really liked the feeling of teaching and educating people, and followed his own path seriously.
Feng Jue is probably the same.
"Probably for Feng Saburo, it is a very interesting thing to help an impossible person enter the world." Mr. Yuanjing said with a wry smile, "Although we have never met, this Feng Saburo has made him feel good as a teacher. Seeing the young man's own feelings. I don't know if he has found his own way, or is still going blindly. If it is the former, even if he loses, he has no regrets, right?"
Because I don't know what I really want, I waste my time and I will not regret losing it.
When Feng Jue truly matures and looks back on the past, will he feel heartache and regret
Mr. Yuanjing sighed.
When it was midnight, Cheng Mansion.
"It's gone, it's gone, it's really gone!" Lang Zhong tried Cheng Cheng's temperature, and the fever really started to subside.
The maid serving in the house immediately spread the good news to Mrs. Cheng, Cheng Yuan and Cheng San-niang who were waiting anxiously outside.
The three of them burst into tears when they heard the good news.
The fever is good, but if Cheng Cheng falls, their backbone will also be gone.
Mrs. Cheng folded her hands gratefully and said, "Son, remember to prepare a generous gift tomorrow and come to thank Mr.
Cheng Yuan also nodded with red eyes.
They stayed up for a few more hours before dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight broke through the clouds.
"Wake up, sir, wake up!"
One good news came one after another, and Mrs. Cheng walked to Cheng Cheng's bed excitedly with the support of her children.
"Wen Fu, Wen Fu..."
Mrs. Cheng was emotional, and Yingying's tears rolled in her eyes a few times before rustling down.
Cheng Cheng felt that his body was sinking, his limbs were unable to move, his eyelids were so heavy that they seemed to be filled with lead water, and he couldn't open his eyes.
When he was seriously ill, he was faintly conscious and could hear the voices of the outside world.
Hearing that his relatives were so worried about him, Cheng Cheng's grief for the loss of his eldest son also faded.
He opened his eyes with great effort, flicked his fingers a few times, and the blurred vision gradually became clear.
He felt that he had been lying down for a long time, and his body was so numb that it didn't look like his own, and it took a long time for him to recover.
"Mrs..."
Cheng Cheng's eyes rolled, and his heart warmed when it fell to the second son and daughter who were kneeling on the side.
He was about to raise his hand, but before he could raise it too high, he was tightly held by Mrs.
Cheng Cheng let out a weak smile, "My husband has woken up, this is a happy event, don't cry... You also persuade her to cry more."
Cheng Yuan and his sister stepped forward to persuade Mrs. Cheng, and the family of four lingered in a warm atmosphere.
People in the world say that sickness is like a mountain falling, and sickness is like a thread, which is not suitable for Cheng Cheng.
Lang Zhong took his pulse, and was surprised to find that Cheng Cheng's body seemed to have no hidden dangers, except that he was a little weak.
On the contrary, because of this serious illness, the stagnant qi will be relieved and separated from the body, and after a while of training, it will restore health.
"This is a miracle, unheard of!"
Lang Zhong sighed.
Madam Cheng's heart moved, and she told Cheng Cheng what Yuan Jing said.
"Mr. is really straight--" Cheng Cheng also showed a surprised look, and said, "Madam doesn't know anything, while my husband is seriously ill, I feel that my body is getting lighter and lighter, and there seem to be countless voices in my ears, Not long after that, I had a mysterious and mysterious dream. There were only a few pictures in the dream, but the content of the dream fulfilled the assertion of the husband—even his two sons and one daughter were lost, and even his wife died of illness.”
Mrs. Cheng groaned in her heart, and hurriedly grabbed Cheng Cheng's hand.
"How can this be good?"
Cheng Cheng said, "Sir, didn't you say that you changed your life? The great evil has turned into a great blessing. This is already a blessing from God."
The death of the eldest son could not be saved, but Cheng Cheng really didn't want to lose the other two children.
Mrs. Cheng said, "I will do more good deeds in the future, I just hope that God can count this kindness on Xun'er's head, and hope that he will have no worries in the next life!"
Such mysterious things happened, and Mrs. Cheng also believed in the rhetoric of accumulating good deeds.
Cheng Cheng said, "Well, my husband is with you."
He took his wife in his arms, and the husband and wife were silent.
Cheng Cheng thought more in his heart and strengthened his belief even more!
What he is doing now is conducive to enlightening the people's wisdom. If it is really successful, isn't it a great good enough to be remembered forever
I just hope that this move can take care of the deceased eldest son a little.