"If it was a robbery, how would we know the time of the envoy's route?" Feng Zhiwei took a step forward, and Xia Houyuan took a step back.
"If it was a robbery, how dare you attack thousands of people with dozens of people?" Feng Zhiwei took another step forward, and Xia Houyuan retreated again.
"If it was robbers who robbed, why would there be government servants ambushing in the woods on both sides?" Feng Zhiwei had already forced Xia Houyuan in front of him. There was a horse behind him, and there was no way to retreat. She swallowed and looked at the people on the ground. The yamen servant glanced at it, and said helplessly: "Wei Hou, this may be a misunderstanding..."
"If it's a misunderstanding, why did the servants of your Jincheng Mansion appear here at this hour?" Feng Zhiwei smiled fiercely, "Don't tell me that they are on official business. If they are on official business and find out that this place has been robbed, why don't they come forward? Stop it? Why didn’t you remind them when you found the robbers? Why didn’t you come out to meet us when you found out that the emissary’s team had come here, and hid in the woods?”
Her series of lightning-like whys made the military general Xia Houyuan's mind go blank, and he looked at the white-bearded old man begging for help. Hou, this old man is the Minister of Rites of Xiliang..."
"Don't use my name!" Feng Zhiwei waved his hand resolutely, interrupting him, "This Marquis only uses his name to pay respects to allies, but he doesn't want to make false claims in the enemy's country! If Xiliang doesn't give up on today's matter, For a satisfactory explanation, Wei Zhi did not hesitate to turn west in front of the capital city gate! I will wait here, and if I don’t make it clear for a day, I won’t enter the city gate of Jincheng for a day!”
Her tone is sonorous, her voice is not high but fierce and awe-inspiring, everyone can hear her determination to never change, the people of Xiliang stare blankly at the young man in blue and plain in the smoke and dust, and feel that such a character really lives up to his name Xiliang officials wiped off the sweat from the waterfall and looked at each other, thinking that they would lose another round and lose another round—
And in the distance.
In a hidden forest.
A group of figures in black, wearing long cloaks, stood on horseback like a rock, with serious eyes.
Among these iron-like guards, one person raised his head slightly, looked in that direction, looked at the bright young man in the center of the crowd, looked at the ups and downs, thunder, lightning and relaxation technique, the light in his eyes surged, shining with unwillingness And the light of surprise.
After a while he said in a low voice, "Wei Zhi!"
The Longjiang Station incident was a silent contest that was overturned in an instant. Xiliang was defeated again. Everyone eats horses, and in such an embarrassing situation, the postman is confused what to do. Fortunately, the regent knows the current affairs and knows that the matter has come to an end. Obstinate will only make the Xiliang court more embarrassing , this person is also able to bend and stretch the character of a hero. After receiving the news, he immediately led all the officials to Longjiang Station to meet the team of envoys in person.
When the Prince Regent's guard of honor came all the way, Tiansheng knew about it, and Feng Zhiwei ignored the urging of the two deputy envoys, and leisurely taught Young Master Gu how to draw.
"What do you want to draw?" She spread out the paper roll, held a brush in her mouth, and asked her young master in a poised manner, "Landscapes and palaces? Figures, flowers and birds? Animals, insects and fish? Meticulous brushwork? Freehand brushwork? Goule? Ink painting?"
Ning Cheng squatted far away on the top of a certain wall, with an openly prying eyes and posture, looked at Feng Zhiwei with a rare admiration, ah, he looks very expert, if the painting is good, it should be very valuable if it is stolen and sold
"Walnut." Young Master Gu replied calmly.
Zhiwei Feng: "..."
Ning Cheng, who was on the next wall, almost fell headlong, and was furious—what's wrong with your drawing, why do you have to draw a walnut? No matter how well you paint walnuts, they are still walnuts. How much is it worth if you steal them and sell them? Why can't you draw beautiful women? Otherwise, painting me, Ning Cheng, is also valuable for collection—
Feng Zhiwei and Gu Nanyi have always turned a blind eye to the awkward guard who has been exposed for a long time but refuses to appear aboveboard and pretends to be sneaky every day. Feng Zhiwei licked the brush and said, "Okay, Hutao."
As soon as she licked it, the tip of her tongue and the corners of her lips were stained with ink. Young Master Gu, who loves to be clean, immediately felt something wrong when he saw it, but he would act immediately if he felt something wrong, so he grabbed Feng Zhiwei and said: "Dirty."
Feng Zhiwei said "Ah?", and Young Master Gu said again: "I'll lick it off for you." Then he raised his veil and moved closer.
His powerful thinking beyond the scope of normal people's comprehension is the most test of people's instant reaction ability. Feng Zhiwei did not react, and his eyes were dark again when he suddenly approached him again. She only felt her red lips light up, like a pomegranate plump and fresh. The tall nose, the jade-like skin line, the beautiful and indescribable chin dazzles the eyes, and then the lips are covered with softness, soft and cool, like a piece of nephrite, and it feels ironed to the bottom of the heart when touched. The lips seemed to want to catch her tongue, Feng Zhiwei subconsciously shut her mouth immediately, and the lips moved lightly on her lips, quickly and lightly, licking the corners of her lips.
It was like being wet in the spring rain, drenched in tender red, thirty thousand miles of spring breeze passing by, and the sunset in front of the small building. The slightly damp feeling rushed into his mind, Feng Zhiwei reacted instantly, his face burst into red, and he leaned back , but saw Young Master Gu standing there, dazed, with one finger still touching the side of the veil, as if he couldn't react, and the cheeks that were slightly exposed by the edge of the veil were also slightly red.
Master... blushing
Feng Zhiwei leaned back with her face half up, dazed in a difficult posture, Young Master Gu leaned forward slightly and half lifted her veil, dazed in a posture about to fall down.
No one saw his expression behind the veil, a little... confused.
It was just a moment ago, originally he was just intuitively trying to clean up the ink, but when his lips and teeth met, the rich and refreshing fragrance came through his bones, even if it was only for a short moment, his calm mind suddenly surged like last time When he got up, he was more violent and fierce than last time, so fierce that he seemed to be able to hear the sound of his heart pounding in his chest, as if he was about to knock out of his chest uncontrollably.
This is a feeling he has almost never encountered before, but he didn't panic like before thinking that he was seriously ill or his inner breath went wrong. He vaguely felt that this was probably the feeling he felt when he touched her last time, but it was more exciting, deeper and more difficult. Control it a bit, if it was a river splashing waves before, now it is a sea with huge waves, and the impact is the same embankment.