Guan Ji was deeply moved when she saw her Alang being so considerate.

But for some reason, seeing that weird (obscene) smile on his face, I always felt like something was wrong.

"Weird! I always feel like you have something else to say."

Guan Ji, who couldn't tell what was wrong, rolled her eyes at Feng Yong, then reached out and took out a letter from her arms, "Siniang gave you a letter."

Feng Yong, who was just glad to have escaped the disaster, trembled when he heard this. Lou Zi's mouth was not aimed at the bucket, and he dumped more than a dozen loaches outside.

"Wha...what letter? Whose letter?"

Feng Yong was not in the mood to care about the loaches jumping around on the ground, and looked at Guan Ji guiltily, "Which fourth lady?"

"Who else could it be? Of course it's the one who sings the loach song."

A naughty smile appeared on Guan Ji's beautiful face, as if she was very interested in the appearance of her Alang.

Feng Yong coughed and forced himself to calm down, but the trembling basket in his hand betrayed his panic.

"Oh, Si Niang went to Nanxiang. She must have encountered some problems, so she wrote to ask."

"Sanniang, you also know that after all, ordinary people can't solve this Nanxiang problem..."

Feng Yong explained nonchalantly, like a garrulous old woman, and put Lou Zi down calmly, "I'm busy now, why don't Sanniang help me open it and read it to me?"

Guan Ji pursed her lips and smiled, then stuffed the letter into Feng Yong's arms, "This is a letter written by Siniang to A Lang. What does it mean for me to read it? I believe A Lang."

After saying that, she kissed him on the face again and whispered, "Although I know that the book says that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen, but now that I see A Lang cooking for me, I don't know why, I feel really happy.

Woolen cloth."

"Alang won't blame me for thinking this way, right?"

During the honeymoon period, Guan Ji became much more clingy than before. Even though there was a faint fishy smell, the relationship between the two felt full of tenderness.

"There is a saying circulated among my disciples, which was said by the founder of the food industry himself, which is, 'do it yourself, and you will have enough food and clothing.' This cooking matter is also among the ranks of do-it-yourselfers."

"So what I did was to follow the teacher's instructions. Why should Xijun feel guilty? Besides, as long as I am with Xijun, I feel full even if I drink water, not to mention such delicious food? I am full of joy.

That’s normal.”

Feng Langjun's sweet words immediately fascinated Lady Guan, who had the power of a tiger girl.

But seeing her eyes brimming with tears, she just wished she could have sex with this guy. For a moment, she forgot to care about what Siniang said in her letter.

"Xijun is tired from running around today, so why not take a bath first and relax. After you wash up, you can taste the delicious food in this world."

After Feng Yong half coaxed and half pushed Guan Ji to take a bath, he squatted down and sadly picked up the dusty loach.

With sugar, braised pork has a real soul.

Braised loach, stewed loach with tofu, and a plate of salt and pepper loach. When served, the aroma fills the room.

Although Guan Ji asked if such ugly things could be eaten at first, she started to swallow her saliva as soon as she smelled the aroma.

He picked one up with chopsticks and carefully put it into his mouth, his eyes lit up.

Guan Ji is the daughter of a monarch and should have been educated as a lady.

Sitting there, his posture was upright, looking as demure as water, and he would cover it with his sleeves from time to time, moving his small mouth slightly, not even showing his teeth, let alone making any other movements. After a while, there was a lot less food on the table.

After dinner, the sky started to get dark.

Guan Ji lit a pottery lamp in the room, spread out the map, took out a small notebook and a charcoal pen, and began to write and draw.

Tung oil is abundant in Nanzhong. Although it has a strong smell of fireworks, it is much stronger than butter or other oils. It is also cheap and available in large quantities, so you don’t have to worry about it.

Nanzhong also produces a kind of rush, which can be used directly as a wick when dried, which is very useful.

Feng Yong lit two more lamps to make the room much brighter, so as not to damage Guan Ji's eyes.

Then he leaned over, put his hands on her shoulders, and massaged her, "Xijun, you've been working hard these days."

When Guan Ji heard this, she raised her head and smiled gently, her face full of brilliance, "It's not hard work, I should also thank Alang for giving me the opportunity to do these things."

As he said that, he clicked on the map again, which showed the terrain near Qiongdu, "Alang, on the mountain here, there is a Yi people's stronghold, which is quite hidden. Not only was it unwilling to come down the mountain, but it also injured the people we sent there.

people."

"I feel that we should send troops to persuade others. Otherwise, if others see that this village does not obey the orders of the Ghost King, it will be fine. Wouldn't it be that they want to imitate it?"

Send troops to persuade?

If I try to persuade you, wouldn’t it require an extra batch of laborers?

Feng Tubiao felt that his mother-in-law's words were really tactful.

Feng Yong nodded, "This kind of thing is arranged by Mr. Xi. You are the postal supervisor, and catching theft is your duty."

"I always have to say it with you as a long history."

After Guan Ji said this, she looked at her notebook again, then picked up the charcoal pen, wrote and drew on the map, and marked some incomprehensible symbols.

At the same time, he exclaimed in admiration, "Alang's ability to draw maps is really amazing. I don't know how much work he has saved."

"That is!"

When Feng Tibi heard this, he immediately raised his head and boasted, "In order to learn ca... well, in order to learn this drawing, I just laid down the basics..."

There is geography in junior high school, geography in high school, and two more years of public courses in college, that is...

"It's eight years. You need to study the basics for eight years, and then you can finally get started."

"No wonder!"

Guan Ji nodded when she heard this, "No wonder Alang can draw such a detailed map just by observing the terrain."

"What's this?"

When Feng Yong heard his mother-in-law's praise, he couldn't help but pretend to click Guan Jitu's symbol.

"Look at my defense plan, Alang. The city wall of Qiongdu is now in ruins. If any tribe that is short-sighted wants to cause trouble, if there is no preparation, wouldn't it be in a hurry?"

"So I usually patrol around, firstly to inquire about the situation of the Yi people's strongholds in the surroundings, and secondly, to inspect the surrounding terrain and see where the attack point will be if there is an enemy coming to attack."

Guan Ji pointed to another small black spot on the map, "Look, Alang, this is the pasture you planned. If an enemy attacks from outside, this is the best direction..."

My mother-in-law was better at leading troops and fighting in battles than I was. There was indeed a reason why Guan Suo was known as the brave general passed down from generation to generation.

Feng Tubiao felt a little hurt in his self-esteem, "Well, it would be great if I could have Sanniang's ability to lead the army. It wouldn't be like now, where everyone is busy and I am just wandering around all day long..."

"What are you talking about, Alang?"

However, Guan Ji was not happy to hear this and scolded, "Alang's body of a daughter, as long as he sits in the city, the Qiong capital will be as stable as Mount Tai, and the Yijun barbarians will not dare to cause trouble. This is the person who can lead the overall situation."

"No matter how powerful I am, I am just an ordinary man. I can only lead a battalion of soldiers at most. How can I compare with Alang?"

"Besides, don't you know a few things that Alang knows? Not to mention this map, this paper, even this charcoal pen, it will be much more convenient than before!"

These words made people feel very comfortable. Feng Tibi opened his mouth and smiled stupidly, "No, Nanxiang's products must be high-quality!"

When I talk about Nanxiang, I think of Siniang who went to Nanxiang. When I think of Siniang, I remember the letter she wrote to me.

I touched my body and found nothing.

I guess I put it down when I was taking a shower after eating. Then I walked to the table and flipped through the map on the table.

"What are you looking for, Alang?"

"Oh, Xijun, didn't you give me a letter when you came back? I remembered to put it on the table, but why can't I find it now?"

"I will help you put it on the couch."

"oh."

Feng Yong took it from the couch, sat down at the table, and tore it open in front of Guan Ji.

"Why didn't Alang look ahead?"

Guan Ji glanced for a moment, then lowered her head, seemingly unconcerned, and asked casually.

"How can I have time to read it? Besides, it shouldn't be anything important. It doesn't matter if I watch it for a while."

Feng Yong said, and also glanced at Guan Ji secretly.

When I opened the letter paper, I saw the familiar graceful yet strong font. The first sentence on it read: Feng Langjun personally inspected it.

Feng Yongqing let out a "tsk", he used to call me brother of the Feng family, but now he has become Feng Langjun.

Alas, I feel a little disappointed in my heart.

After gathering my thoughts, I read on and found that the tone of Zhang Xingyi's letter was extremely polite.

The loss in my heart is even worse.

It seems that I chose Guan Ji and it hurt her a lot.

"What did Si Niang say in the letter?"

Although Guan Ji said she wouldn't look at it, she was still concerned in her heart. Seeing that Feng Yong didn't look right, she couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing, just asking me if I know who Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng is, and asking me if I want to be alone."

Feng Yong handed the letter over generously and explained.
To be continued...