Today Feng Jin visited with friends, and Jiang Pengji entertained the two of them at home.
She didn't go out to wave, and the audience in the live broadcast room also felt a little bored.
I am used to the style of the anchor doing things every day, but suddenly it becomes so elegant and serious, I feel very unaccustomed.
If there is food, that's all, they can use the live broadcast as a food show, they can't eat it across the screen, but they can enjoy watching it.
But the food table brought by the maid, the food in it is very ordinary, and it does not arouse much appetite.
[Crab Soybean]: The development of diet in this era of anchors is very backward, and it feels like the same thing, and I have no appetite for it.
[Scented Melon Seeds]: I thought I would see a dazzling dish like the little master, but after eating it, I had a flash of inspiration, but I thought too much.
[Mochi Cake]: Don't talk about the delicacies of mountains and seas when entertaining guests, but don't make the anchor so shabby, okay
[Donburi]: It feels like a small restaurant with dozens of yuan per table, and it's better than the anchor.
Jiang Pengji felt wronged, how could she control this
Some food is good, where is there room for picky
She feels good now. She used to eat tasteless nutrient solution all day long, but now she has a taste in her mouth.
The audience in the live broadcast room kept complaining that the food is not good, the dishes are single, and the seasoning is also lacking. How can normal people eat
Obviously, Feng Jin and Han Yu, who are normal people, feel that Liu Mansion is very careful about food.
Satisfied with food and drink, several maids took the food table down.
Jiang Pengji looked at Feng Jin and said, "When is Lord Wuma going to leave?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Han Yu's eyes on the side. If he remembered correctly, it seems that Feng Jin never said his intentions since he came.
That being the case, how did this person know that Feng Jin was planning to leave
Having experienced the same thing many times, Feng Jin has already taken it lightly.
"No surprise, it should be tomorrow."
Feng Jin understands Wuma Jun's desire for quick success and instant benefit too. The other party has "obtained" Liu She's support, which is equivalent to having an inexhaustible warehouse of rice grain. You have food in your hands, don't panic.
If he obtains the support of the Langya Wang clan again and persuades them to accede him to the throne, the whole of Dongqing will be his world.
Jiang Pengji sneered, "In such a hurry? It seems that Wuma Langjun is also impatient and can't wait."
"It's normal to be impatient for the sake of your life and future."
Feng Jin did not forget that all the way to Hejian County, they encountered many "unknown" forces chased and killed on the way.
Not only did he not forget, but Wuma Jun, whose life was on the line, also did not forget.
If he doesn't fight for the throne, his fate will be a dead end!
From the perspective of a prince, Wuma Jun's thoughts are understandable.
It's a pity that this man's vision is so narrow.
How about ascending the throne
Can the three tribes in the northern Xinjiang give up their covetousness towards Dongqing
Wouldn't the other four countries covet Dongqing
More importantly, does Wuma Jun have the strength to contain the increasingly powerful and lawless aristocratic giants
Probably not.
If he has such a long-term vision, he should not go to Wang.
Once he ascends to the throne with the assistance of the Wang family, the power of the family will completely take away the royal family, and Wumajun is just a puppet emperor.
If Dongqing wants to continue the country, he must not allow the family to develop and expand recklessly.
These words, Feng Jin couldn't speak, nor did he speak in this position, so he could only bury it in his heart.
Although they were going to be separated the next day, whether it was Feng Jin or Jiang Pengji, the two were not hypocritical and still talked and laughed.
It's just a temporary separation, not a permanent separation.
If there is no separation, how can there be the joy of meeting an old friend in a foreign country in the future
On the way back, Han Yu looked at Feng Jin thoughtfully and said, "Huaiyu is very unhappy."
Feng Jin closed his eyes, "Now the situation is more and more not optimistic... I really don't know how many times this situation can happen... "
"Huh?" Han Yu was puzzled and did not know where Feng Jin's worries came from, "If the world is in chaos, Huai Yu can show off her talents. Looking at that Liu Langjun is not something in the pool, maybe. In the coming days... you and him can still have friendship."
Of course, if the two were to assist their respective masters, they would have to go their separate ways.
When Feng Jin heard the words, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he felt that Han Yu and Jiang Pengji were together.
These two are not quiet temperaments, and they like to do things at every turn.
Although the Dongqing royal family is waning, it has not yet disappeared.
Now thinking about the chaos in the world, how can it make the royal family feel bad
It can also be seen that in the eyes of the aristocratic family, the current Dongqing royal family is not worthy of its name.
With a sigh, it disappeared in the air.
On the second day, Jiang Pengji got up early and went to the Wind and Rain Pavilion outside the city to say goodbye to Feng Jin.
At this time, the weather has begun to warm up, but there are often cold winds blowing, fanning the clothes and making a rustling sound.
Looking at the back of Feng Jin waving goodbye, Jiang Pengji, who was not emotional at first, felt a little more emotion in her heart.
"I don't know when we will meet next time?"
I don't even know if the next time we meet, the identity is an enemy or a friend.
Jiang Pengji restrained her excess emotions, put her finger to her lips, and whistled, Dabai had already run over.
"Walk!"
She mounted the horse neatly, holding the reins with both hands, the convoy in the distance had become smaller, and Feng Jin was nowhere to be seen.
Dabai snorted and ran towards the city gate.
Since the last time he sniped and intercepted Meng's person, Jiang Pengji liked the feeling of galloping more and more.
"Mr. Erlang, the people from the woodworking workshop are here and are waiting for you in the mansion."
Just returned to the mansion, the concierge has been eagerly stepped forward to take the reins.
Jiang Pengji was originally displeased and indifferent, but when she heard someone coming from the woodworking workshop, her eyes suddenly lit up and shone brightly, as if it contained the brightest stars, which made people feel happy, "The people from the woodworking workshop? Where are you now, take me there."
Feng Jin was the first friend Jiang Pengji met in this world. Naturally, she had a different meaning. Now that she left Hejian County, she had no reaction on her face, and she didn't say anything. It's just that these hypocritical little emotions are nothing compared to big things!
The concierge was also fascinated with a smile, and quickly nodded and bowed, "I'll be waiting for you in the house, Erlang-kun, don't worry..."
How could Jiang Pengji hear what he said when he entered the concierge
The footsteps were windy, and the maids who came and went gave way.
In order to save time, she said directly, "Don't salute, just go about your own business."
The door was opened quickly but not rudely, and several craftsmen in linen clothes had been sitting on their knees for a long time.
"Don't chat nonsense, just tell me how the crossbow you made is done."
Jiang Pengji sat down neatly, avoiding the tedious etiquette of several craftsmen.
Several people looked at each other in dismay, and finally a craftsman spoke as a representative.
"Fortunately not humiliated!"
The smile on Jiang Pengji's face suddenly stretched, and the light in her eyes became brighter, as if it could illuminate a room.