As he sang and thought about it, Feng Yong's tears suddenly flowed down, and his face was soaked with tears.

Mom and Dad, how are you?

I miss you so much...

The child is unfilial, I'm sorry...

Beautiful boss lady, I hope that for the sake of my three years of service to you, if you can show your conscience and make up for the pension, that would be even better...

It feels so good to sing heart-breakingly and burst into tears at the same time, especially when there is a close friend looking at me quietly and listening attentively.

Repeatedly chanting the last sentence "I still want to ride through hundreds of thousands of waves, the ups and downs in my heart are enough", Feng Yong leaned down, scooped up the river water, and washed his face with a splash.

The cool river water seeped into my eyes, icy and cool, and washed away all the tears.

He raised his head, looked at Guan Ji who looked concerned, and forced a smile, "Isn't the singing difficult to listen to?"

Guan Ji shook her head and looked at Feng Yong sincerely, "It sounds very good! Although I can't understand what is being sung here, and the rhythm is different from usual, it sounds really good."

"This is the rhythm of the barbarians in the far west, so it is naturally different from usual."

Feng Yong explained casually.

"Brother, are you thinking about your sect?" Guan Ji smiled understandingly, with some fascination in her eyes, "I didn't expect that my brother's sect is so powerful, and there are people who have been to the far west. To have such a charm, I think the scenery and the

The Central Plains is also very different."

"You want to go?"

After Feng Yong vented his feelings, he felt a lot more comfortable, "I'll take you to see it when I have the chance."

Guan Ji's eyes were moved, and she suddenly remembered something. She burst into laughter, and gradually became more and more unstoppable. In the end, she fell forward and backward with laughter.

Feng Yong was laughed at inexplicably, "What is Sanniang laughing at?"

Guan Ji tried hard to suppress her smile and said intermittently, "Brother...what did you say in the first place?"

"say what?"

Feng Yong was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing. He patted his head and laughed at himself, "We're talking about sericulture, how come we go so far?"

After saying that, he glanced at Guan Ji again and said, "It's just that the beautiful scenery is in my eyes and the beauty is in my arms, so my mind is not here."

"Go! I didn't know who was washing his face with river water just now!"

Guan Ji saw that this person was becoming immoral again, and immediately said angrily.

When Feng Tuluo heard this, he immediately became angry and said, "Don't tell anyone about this, or I will kill someone and silence you!"

"I didn't expect that my brother still has martial arts skills!"

Guan Ji glanced over with beautiful eyes, and seemed to casually snap her fingers, only to hear a clicking sound, "I don't know how to silence my concubine? Should I use Yi Jin Jing or binding surgery?"

Feng Tubiao twitched the corner of his mouth, that was it. He forgot that although the woman in front of him was gentle and gentle in front of him, her martial arts skills were so high that even Zhao Guang was often beaten by her. He probably had no hope of surpassing her in this life.

And in order to show off in front of her, he taught her the ancestral Yi Jin Jing and Jun Ti Quan...

The effect of practicing for a few months is more obvious than practicing for a year...

"Don't be complacent. The Yi Jin Jing and Binding Surgery are the ancestral techniques of the Feng family. They are passed down from male to female, not to female." Feng Yong gave a strange laugh, "You have learned these two body refining techniques. Look,

Are you here to figure out how to be the Feng family’s wife?”

"spit!"

Guan Ji's face immediately turned red at these words, "Brother, if you talk like this again, don't blame me for being rude."

If you can't say anything, you have to take action. It's really a neat and tidy girl.

When Feng Turtle saw that the momentum was not right, he immediately begged for mercy, "Okay, okay, if you don't say it, don't say it. Let's continue talking about the silkworms."

"That's pretty much it." Guan Ji was easy to talk to. After hearing Feng Yong's words, she put down her hand again and brushed her hair to hide her shame. "Brother, please tell me. I'm listening."

"Sanniang just said that in ordinary households, only half of those who raise silkworms will survive. Have you ever thought about why?"

"The fate is different, and the house may have bad luck..."
Chapter completed!