"Both our ancestors and Han Wangxin made great contributions to the Han Dynasty, but they did not expect that they would all die at the hands of Liu Han in the end. Can Liu Bang be called a poisonous man?"

"What a pity. King Han believed that his descendants did not want to avenge their fathers and ancestors. Later, they actually raised their troops and surrendered to the Han people. They are really unworthy of human beings."

As Han Qiu spoke, his face became distorted and he gnashed his teeth and cursed.

Feng Yong remained silent.

To be honest, perhaps half of the reason why Han Wangxin died was himself.

But as for the Marquis of Huaiyin, Han Xin, it is indeed a pity that the three tribes of Yi were rebelled against him in the end.

"The ancestors of this line disdain to associate with them and would rather stay in the land of the Xiongnu, so the Han family is divided into two clans."

Having said this, Han Chou looked at Feng Yong and said slowly, "So I am the 22nd grandson of Huaiyin Marquis, Han Chou, whose name is Huaiyuan."

"It turns out that sir is actually the Queen of Huaiyin, so disrespectful and disrespectful!"

Feng Yong raised his hand and saw the proud look on Han Chou's face. He was a little unconvinced. Is it great to have an awesome ancestor?

Just because your ancestors are awesome doesn't mean you are awesome...

But when Feng Junhou saw Jingqi behind him, he had to admit in his heart: Well, you are a bit awesome too.

"Feng Langjun, my ancestors' belongings have been living abroad for hundreds of years. As a descendant, I want to borrow them for a look. Isn't this too much?"

Han Qiu returned the gift and then asked.

"What... um, you mean "Wu Anjun's Art of War"?"

"Exactly."

So why do I write with a cheap hand?

Not to mention being urged, there is also the risk of being sent a razor blade.

Well now, it has developed to the point where someone came to my door with an army and asked me for things belonging to his ancestors.

Feng Yong sighed, "Mr. Han, if I say that I have never seen "Wu'an Jun's Art of War", would you believe it?"

Han Qiu nodded, "Letter."

"Very good!"

Feng Tubao was overjoyed.

"Then please ask Feng Langjun to tell me the whereabouts of Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng, and I will go find him myself. How about that?"

Damn it!

Feng Yong's face suddenly darkened: "Mr. Han, even if there is "Wu'an Jun's Art of War" in this world, it was passed down from ancient times."

"The Marquis of Huaiyin just happened to get it and learned the art of war. How come it became your family's property?"

Who is Wu Anjun?

Of course it’s Li Mu!

How come Li Mu's things become the Han family's?

Who wouldn't cheat?

If you have the ability, can you ask Li Mu's descendants to come to me?

"Feng Langjun, when our ancestors treated Li Zuoche, the grandson of Lord Wu'an, as a teacher, Li Zuoche gave our ancestors strategies, and then he pacified the Qi State and surrendered to the Yan State without attacking."

"So Li Zuoche, the grandson of Lord Wu'an, is actually the teacher of his ancestors. Is there any problem with the teacher teaching the art of war to his disciples?"

After hearing Feng Yong's words, Han Qiu stood up suddenly, pointed at him with his fingers in parallel and shouted loudly.

Damn it!

Feng Tubie wanted to flip the table over on the spot!

Li Mu’s grandson is called Li Zuoche?!

Is he Han Xin’s teacher?

Is there such a coincidence?

Why don't I know?

Why am I so illiterate?

Feng Yong trembled and looked left and right. Where is my mother-in-law? She never mentioned this to me!

I don’t know if what this guy said is true or false?

So I was blackmailed by this old man?

At this moment, there was a "whoosh" in the sky, and then a "ba".

Both of them looked up to the sky subconsciously.

I don’t know if it was because of dazzling eyes, but in broad daylight, there seemed to be a small group of sparks in the sky, which flashed briefly and then became silent again.

The two of them turned their heads at the same time, and both saw the surprise and uncertainty on the other's face.

"Feng Langjun, there are strange things happening in the sky, there are strange things happening in the world!"

Han Qiu said meaningfully.

When Feng Yong heard this, he subconsciously looked back at himself.

Han Qiu's eyes were filled with light. After all, you were frightened by the celestial phenomena and exposed your flaws!

Feng Yong seemed to suddenly wake up at this moment, with a wry smile on his face.

He turned around and took a deep breath: "Mr. Han, to be honest, I really don't know "Wu'an Jun's Art of War". But I have a copy of "Jin Ping Mei" in my hand."

"This book is a strange book written by Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng. He once told me not to let it be circulated openly in the world, otherwise it will be poisonous and difficult to clean up."

When Han Qiu heard this, his face showed a look of ecstasy, thinking that even if you are as cunning as a fox, you still can't resist God's will!

He quickly said to Feng Yong: "In that case, please let me have a look, Mr. Feng!"

Feng Yong gritted his teeth, with a look of determination on his face: "It's not impossible to borrow it, but this book is in our army. If you want to read it, please go and read it in our army."

With that said, he stood up, put away the bed, and whistled.

The horse ran over happily. Feng Yong hung the Hu bed on the horse's back, then turned to Han Qiugong and handed over his hands: "I am waiting for you in the army, sir."

Han Qiu knew that Feng Yong did not want to disobey his friend's instructions. If he led the troops to take it by force, then he would not be considered as breaking the promise.

After understanding this, Han Qiu laughed loudly and returned the favor: "In that case, I have been offended a lot."

As a result, the two armies will inevitably fight.

But what's the matter, whether in his own eyes or in Feng Langjun's eyes, these soldiers are just chess pieces in his hands.

Feng Yong smiled at him, turned the horse's head, "Drive!"

When I left, I didn't feel how far the three hundred steps were, but when I came back, it felt like a natural chasm.

A man and a horse rushed into the camp at lightning speed. Feng Yong couldn't control himself and almost rushed out of the camp again.

"Hush!"

He tightened the reins hard, and the war horse neighed "Xi Yu Yu", its two front hooves rose high into the air, and then fell heavily, making two bowl-sized holes in the ground.

Feng Yong turned over and dismounted, staggered and almost lost his balance.

Zhang Muzhi quickly supported him and said in surprise: "Shan Chief, there were fireworks in the sky just now..."

"I know I know!"
Chapter completed!