Feng Yong looked down at the greeting card in his hand again, carefully counted the number of words on it, and made an estimate.

I feel that these ten or so words, if added with names and honorifics, would not be able to fully express when, where, and how we met.

So he hatched a plan in his mind.

"Muzhi, come here."

Feng Yong greeted.

"What orders does the mountain chief have?"

Zhang Muzhi came up to him and made a gesture of obedience.

"When you write a reply to me, just write four words: We are waiting for you. Remember, you have to write it in pinyin, no words needed."

If you bully me for being illiterate, I will act like a hooligan to you.

If you have the skills, can you also understand my reply?

When his slave sent Feng Yong's reply to him, the Korean medical worker frowned when he opened it and saw the ghostly characters.

"What kind of writing is this?"

He handed the reply to the wolf slave, "Wolf slave, take a look at it, do you have any impression of this kind of writing?"

The wolf slave just glanced at it and sent the reply back respectfully with both hands: "How can a villain know something that the master cannot understand?"

The Korean medical worker nodded, as if he had thought of something, and his face was not angry but happy: "Although I don't understand, there is no doubt that Feng Langjun came from a hidden world."

"This Feng Langjun's school must have a very deep connection, otherwise how could he have such writing that has long been lost in the world?"

Hearing what Han Medical Engineer said, the wolf slave asked carefully: "Master, what do you mean, Feng Langjun studied under the ancient master's sect?"

The Korean medical worker brushed his beard and said slowly: "If it weren't for the ancient masters, how could there be such writing?"

"Master, there are many capable people in the ancient master sect, please don't offend them lightly!"

The wolf slave reminded.

"Our Han family has its own ancestral traditions. Since I am a member of the Han family, how can I shrink back because the other party is an ancient master?"

Han Qiu looked determined.

Feng Yong stood in the camp, looking at the motionless Hu Qi camp opposite with a telescope worth half a million yuan from time to time, and looking at the sky from time to time.

Being able to delay time is something he is very happy to see.

After a while, I saw a few people coming out from the opposite side and spreading blankets in the middle of the two armies.

Then someone else carried out two tables and placed them on the blanket. The people who followed placed some food and utensils on the tables.

After everything was arranged, everyone retreated.

Another person was sent from the opposite side: "Feng Langjun, my master invites Langjun to come and have a talk."

After saying that, he spurred his horse and ran away.

Feng Yong held up his binoculars and saw a man and a horse coming out from the opposite side. He walked to the table and knelt down, as if waiting for him to go.

He pulled the telescope to its longest position and looked carefully over and over again.

After finding that there were indeed no other traps, he ordered: "Bring my horse here."

"Chief of the Mountain!"

"Junhou!"

…

This time, not only Zhang Muzhi, but also Bu Qu was discouraged.

"Don't be afraid." Feng Yong shook his head. "If the other party really wants to take my life, they should let the cavalry charge directly to kill them. Instead of setting up a banquet between the two armies and letting only one person wait for me to go."

You can see clearly through the telescope, but there is an old man in a loose robe and without any weapons. What should you be afraid of?

Is everyone Mr. Zhao?

Besides, if Mr. Zhao doesn't use weapons and fights hand-to-hand with him while wearing a wide robe, he may not be able to defeat him in a short while.

Now, at this time, you can delay as long as you can, which is exactly what you want.

Feng Tubiao said he liked the opponent's typical villain procrastination style.

He touched his body and felt the layer of fine chain mail in his military uniform, which made him feel at ease.

He got on his horse, pinched the horse's belly, and rushed forward.

"Hush!"

Three hundred steps is only a short distance for a horseman.

"Han Qiu has heard about Feng Langjun for a long time, and I'm so lucky to finally meet him today."

When Feng Yong got off his horse, the Korean medical worker who had been waiting there stood up and saluted him.

Naturally, Feng Tibi was not afraid of a bad old man. He bowed his hands to Han Qiu and said, "Feng Yong came here at the invitation. I wonder what the elders have to say?"

"Feng Langjun, please take a seat first."

Han Qiu didn't have a trace of arrogance, nor did he have the airs of an elder.

On the contrary, he looked solemn, as if he was entertaining distinguished guests.

When Feng Yong saw him like this, he felt even more suspicious.

It's just that the other party is so polite, so naturally it's hard for me to say anything.

He took off the bed from the back of the saddle, strode to the table, spread out the bed, and sat down on it. He had not knelt down in the past few years.

Besides, who knows how long this conversation will take? It would be embarrassing to kneel until my legs are numb and unable to get up.

However, Han Qiu's eyes flashed when he saw Feng Yong's action, "Feng Langjun also likes foreign things?"

After hearing this, Feng Yong curled his lips secretly, "What do you care about me?"

I was thinking this in my heart, but I wanted to say it more loftily.

"I, Feng Yong, don't care whether it's for people or things. I always only look at whether it's useful to me, not whether I'm a Han or a Hu."

"Wonderful!" When Han Qiu heard Feng Yong's words, his eyes burst out with light.

I heard him slap the table, cheer loudly, and then poured a glass of wine, "Feng Langjun's words have deeply touched my heart, so I will do it first as a token of respect."

After saying that, he raised his neck and drank.

Both of them had the same things on their desks.

There is meat, wine, papaya and oranges.

Feng Yong sat still, feeling that this person was mentally ill.

I don't know where this sentence hit his g-spot, making him so excited.

And if you ask me to do it, I will do it? How shameless would I be?

What if it’s poisonous?

He reached for an orange, peeled it open and ate it.

Han Qiu looked at Feng Yong eating and his juices were splashing everywhere. He just thought that he was letting nature go, and then asked: "Feng Langjun, isn't he curious why I invited you to come and talk about it?"

"I do not know you."

Feng Yong chewed a piece of orange flesh. This orange tasted good.

"You invited me to a banquet, but you didn't invite me to guess riddles."

Han Qiu laughed and said, "Feng Langjun's words are quite straightforward, so if I try to cover them up, it would be a loss of grace."

"Then I will directly explain my purpose of coming. This time, I actually want to ask Feng Langjun something and borrow something from Feng Langjun."

Feng Yong was shocked when he heard this.

In "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", Cao Ah Man also said this to his grain and grass officer.

Before he could swallow the orange, he subconsciously touched his neck and flatly refused: "You can ask me questions, but I won't lend you anything!"

Although Han Qiu had expected that he would not be able to borrow things easily, he did not expect Feng Yong to answer like this. He was choked immediately.

How to answer this question?

If I ask about something directly, I always feel that I have promised the other party not to borrow anything.

If you don't ask about things, how can you ask to borrow something later?

"Mr. Feng, please don't say it so eloquently."

Han Qiu felt that he had been cultivating his energy for many years, but his mood was disturbed by the other party's few words, and he was a little surprised at the moment.

This person seems to be young, but he is very capable of controlling people's hearts. He can actually take the initiative to speak without even realizing it.

"Actually, I don't want to be an enemy of Feng Langjun. Otherwise, Feng Langjun thinks that with the more than two hundred people you have now, you may be able to stop the thousand fine cavalry behind me?"

There was no change of color on Feng Yong's face, and he peeled off another orange nonchalantly, "You'll know if you can stop it or not."
To be continued...