"It's General Zhao!"

Feng Yong was startled and hurriedly walked out, "Why did General Zhao come suddenly? And no one came to notify him in advance!"

"Put this coat on first, it's cold outside."

Guan Ji caught up behind him, and while putting on Feng Yong's coat, she said, "Uncle Zhao doesn't look like he's in a hurry, he just came here suddenly for some reason."

Returning to the hall in the front yard, I saw Mr. Zhao sitting at the table with a majestic look, and Li Mu was waiting carefully, helping to pour the entire plate of meat into the hot pot.

It looked like the table had been tidied up and a table was rearranged specifically for the old man.

Mr. Zhao didn't even look at Feng Yong. He just stared at the steaming hot pot and said, "Coming?"

It's as if he is the owner here.

Before Feng Yong could answer, the old man ordered Li Mu again, "Go get some more meat. This is not enough for Hanya."

Li Mu didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly trotted out to prepare.

"Sit down, why are you standing there?"

Zhao Yun pointed to the chair next to him.

"Oh, okay, sit down."

Feng Yong finally came to his senses and sat down next to Zhao Yun.

Li Mu came back soon, holding a basin as big as his head in his hand, and complimented him, "In ancient times, Lian Po could still eat a bushel of rice, ten kilograms of meat, wear armor and mount a horse."

"The old general is so powerful that his food is not inferior to that of Lian Po. He galloped from Jicheng to Pingxiang, but he did not show signs of fatigue. He is even better than Lian Po."

Zhao Yun laughed and pointed at Li Mu, "I know you. Are you that so-and-so from Nanxiang?"

"I am a member of the Li family. I have a humble name and a nickname."

Li Mu was very knowledgeable.

"Yes, it's that Nanxiang Lady Mu!"

Zhao Yun kept laughing, "She is a heroine who even men feel inferior to. It's not simple!"

"Thank you, old general, for the compliment."

Li Mu had a modest smile on his face, feeling slightly blessed.

Zhao Yun turned around and glanced at Feng Yong, "You really have a good sense!"

Ah? What do you mean?

Feng Yong subconsciously looked at Li Mu, and happened to meet Li Mu's gaze looking over.

Her face turned slightly red and she lowered her head in shame.

"Master...cough, old general, this..."

"Okay, okay, why don't I just say a few words to your wife Ru? Look at you, you look so worthless!"

"You and Erlang are biological brothers. As an elder, is this considered rude?"

Zhao Yun interrupted Feng Yong angrily and waved to Li Mu, "Okay, go down. I'll do it myself."

Li Mufu sighed, glanced at Feng Yong shyly, and then turned around and left.

You should explain it, this is related to your reputation!

Feng Yong watched helplessly as Li Mu walked out.

Zhao Yun picked up the cooked meat from the pot, put it into the bowl and dipped it in twice, and swallowed nearly half of the bowl of meat. Then he exhaled with satisfaction and nodded, "You really know how to enjoy yourself."

"If you eat well and use it well, even if you choose a wife, you will be a top-notch person."

The old man raised his thumb in a nonchalant way and praised him.

"Old General, she is not my Mrs. Ru."

Feng Yong feebly tried to defend himself.

"Go away! It's okay to deceive others with such words, but can you also use it to deceive me?" Zhao Yun glanced at Feng Yong with disdain, "Do you think I am blind?"

"If it's not Mrs. Ru of your family, then she is a maid? This is too much. This woman is no better than an ordinary woman, and she is not worthy of the main wife, but she should be given the title of concubine first, otherwise it will be too cold to others' hearts.

Already."

Mr. Zhao taught him a lesson in a serious manner, "If you make great achievements in the future, maybe you can give her a concubine, so that you can live up to being helped to manage such a large property for you."

"Okay, okay, the old general is right."

Feng Yong dared not say anything about the old man's meddling in his own backyard, "But he didn't know what the emergency was when the old general suddenly came over this time?"

When it came to business, Zhao Yun's face straightened up, and then he cooked a lot of mutton, and then asked, "Didn't the Prime Minister ask you to write a letter to Li Feng? Have you written it?"

"It's already written, but I haven't had time to send it out yet."

Feng Yong was shocked. Before he could figure out how the old man knew about this, he had to explain it first.

"Just leave it to me when the time comes, and I'll help you deliver it."

Zhao Yun slurped down another large bowl of meat and sighed, "It's a pity that there is no wine."

Can you speak well?

Feng Yong was full of complaints. The old guy's sudden visit this time was obviously related to Li Yan's incident.

He had no choice but to get up and go outside to get a jar of mead. He also ordered Guan Ji to keep everyone away from the hall.

"You just don't have the eyesight of Mrs. Ru of yours. You won't come up with anything good until I tell you."

Zhao Yun's eyes lit up when he saw the wine jar. He grabbed it and took a big sip before he burped and said, "This wine is good!"

"Old general, let's talk about business, business."

If I can't beat this old man, I really want to pick him up and interrogate him.

"Okay, let's get down to business." Zhao Yun took another big bite and then said, "The Qiang and Hu over there in Longxi may be in trouble this winter, and I need you, the Qiang Protector Colonel, to make a personal trip."

Feng Yong was surprised, "Qiang Hu from Longxi?"

Among the four counties of Longyou, the Qiang and Hu in three counties have been suppressed and pacified. Only Longxi is because the area is too large and the Han only controls the east.

So Feng Yong planned to leave the Qiang and Hu in Longxi until next year to deal with it, but he didn't expect that a problem would arise at this time.

"Yes." Zhao Yun nodded, "We have received news that not only is there a drought in Longyou this year, but there is also a severe drought in Liangzhou. The Qianghu in Liangzhou are having a hard time this winter."

Feng Yong frowned, feeling a little regretful, "I was negligent. I should have thought of this a long time ago."

The ancients didn't know what low pressure and humid air coming from the sea meant. Didn't they know the source of rainfall in Liangzhou?

On this point, I was indeed careless.

While he was thinking, he saw Zhao Yun take out another thing from his arms and hand it over, "I signed this before going to Longxi."

Feng Yong opened it inexplicably and took a deep breath on the spot.

He looked at the door, then lowered his voice and said, "Impeach Li Yanshu?"

"at the end."

Zhao Yun pointed out.

Feng Yong's eyes fell to the end, and he saw the names of Zhao Yun, Deng Zhi, and Ma Dai on it.

"I originally wanted you to deliver the letter to Li Feng first, and then come to find you, but something like this happened in Longxi, so I had to let you know in advance."

Zhao Yun took another sip of wine, as if he was talking about a very common thing, "Longxi is too far away, and it's too cold in winter. I'm too lazy to run there to find you later."

"Originally, you are not qualified to sign on this matter, but because you wrote a letter to persuade Li Feng, so according to the Prime Minister's wish, you are also asked to sign."

Zhao Yun glanced at Feng Yong, slightly surprised, "You can actually keep your composure."

What do you know?
Chapter completed!