Du Zhen sent Feng Yong out of Taolin. Feng Yong thought about what happened just now and felt a little weak in his heart.

So with a look of embarrassment on his face, he said to Du Zhen, "Mr. Du Lang, there is something I want to tell you, and I hope you can help keep it a secret."

"But I don't know what Junhou Feng wants to explain to Zhen?"

Du Zhen asked a little strangely.

"Just now in the peach grove, I heard that Elder Du wanted to complete the verses, so I got inspired and wanted to fulfill Elder Du's wish. So you just said those few verses to Du

Just listen to the elders and stop talking to others."

When Feng Yong said this, he thought to himself, if at this juncture when he is preparing to marry Guan Ji, there is a rumor that someone's face has disappeared, I'm afraid that this good thing will have to change if it goes wrong.

It becomes a funeral...

So I still have to tell Du Zhen not to spread it randomly.

When Du Zhen heard this, he looked at Feng Yong's face and understood immediately. He said with pride, "I understand, I understand. This article was written by Feng Junhou for your wishes, not for Zhang... uh, not for anything else."

"Yes, yes, that's it."

Feng Yong nodded repeatedly.

Du Zhen sighed inwardly, thinking that Feng Langjun looked young and proud, and although he looked prosperous on the surface, he also had difficulties that others didn't know about.

So he assured Feng Yong, "Your Majesty, please rest assured. I only speak this article for your adults to listen to, and I will not speak to anyone else."

Feng Yong breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "That would be the best."

After all, this Du Zhen is also a son of an aristocratic family, and he has been famous for a long time. Now he has a different status. I think his guarantee should be believed.

With Du Zhen's assurance, Feng Yong said goodbye to Du Zhen.

Taking the divination instructions with him, he returned to his house. First, he had someone carefully copy a copy and send it to Jiang Wan. Then, at an auspicious time, he entered the ancestral hall and burned it to his dead parents.

"This comment is quite interesting."

Huang Yueying held the paper, smiled when she saw the comments on it, and then looked at Guan Ji, who was trying to learn how to make soup.

Guan Ji blushed, glanced at the paper in Huang Yueying's hand, and asked in a low voice, "Aunt, what does it say?"

"Of course it's a good sign."

Although she knew that Guan Ji wanted to know what it contained, she deliberately refused to say anything. She pointed at the soup she was boiling and said, "Watch it, don't burn it again."

When Guan Ji heard this, she immediately frowned, with a look of distress on her face, "Why is making soup more difficult than practicing martial arts?"

“It’s not difficult to learn with your heart.”

Huang Yueying nodded her head and lectured, "Forget it if you don't know how to be a female celebrity. If you don't even know how to make this soup, how will you be a bride in a while?"

"oh……"

Guan Ji, whose martial arts skills are unparalleled by others, grimaced, picked up a spoon, and sprinkled a large amount of salt on it.

"Oh, you woman!" Huang Yueying slapped her on the back of the head, "Is this salt free? You really don't know how expensive firewood and rice are if you don't know how much it costs!"

"Alang's family has money, so what are you afraid of? And he also has a cook at home, so he doesn't need me to cook."

Guan Ji said confidently.

Following Feng Yong in the past few years, Guan Ji's knot in her heart gradually disappeared. Apart from pretending to be cold in front of others, she showed her true nature more and more in front of her own people.

She looks a bit like the daughter of a king in Jingzhou.

Huang Yueying couldn't laugh or cry, "Is this why you don't study hard? The bride is really going to make this kind of soup for my uncle in three days. Do you want to kill someone?"

At this point, Huang Yueying remembered that Feng Yong was the only one in Feng Yong's house. If he really wanted to marry her, how could anyone take care of Guan Ji? She felt so comfortable.

I also remembered that Feng Yong's own cooking skills were unmatched by even the imperial chefs in the Han Dynasty Palace. Nowadays, who doesn't know that the food in Feng's house is the most delicious? So what Guan Ji said is right, there is no need for her to do it herself

Going to the shop?

Then I remembered that the largest woolen workshop in Han Dynasty was also run by Feng Yong. He had the best female workers in Han Dynasty with the best female wool skills...

When she thought of this, Huang Yueying was really filled with emotion, and she poked Guan Ji on the forehead, "Oh, it seems that you are really blessed. What a good husband's family! In the past, you were always blessed."

Guan Ji raised her face proudly.

To say that this woman was anxious about choosing a husband for the first half of her life, it was like looking at flowers in a fog, fearing that she would choose the wrong person.

But once you spot someone, you have to strike first.

Wasn't this Alang the one who snatched him first while in prison?

Seeing Guan Ji's appearance, Huang Yueying was amused again, "Before I married the prime minister, the closer I got to the wedding day, the more uneasy I felt and my temper was easily irritable. How was it like you?

Do you wish you could get married as soon as possible?"

The closer the marriage came, the happier Guan Ji became. It seemed that she was really happy, which was different from other women.

"That's because my aunt didn't know the Prime Minister's personality at the beginning, right?" Guan Ji said with a blush on her face, "But my niece knows about Alang's personality."

"Yes, it seems that you made the right decision when you decided to go to Hanzhong." Huang Yueying touched Guan Ji's head and said with emotion, "Sanniang is finally getting married, and she got married as soon as she got married.

It’s Mrs. Houfu.”

Thinking about the suffering that Guan Ji suffered in the past few years, now I feel that this happy event is hard-won.

While she was sighing, Huang Yueying glanced at the soup that was being simmered, and sighed again, "Forget it, let's just stop here today. You go and rest first."

After finishing speaking, he took the paper in his hand and hurried away.

Guan Ji looked at Huang Yueying eagerly, wondering what exactly was written on it, her aunt hadn't told her yet!

After thinking about it, my brother must also know about it, so I should go back home and have a look, right?

Huang Yueying naturally didn't know Guan Ji's little thoughts. She hurried back to her study, dug out a volume of calligraphy and painting from the pile of books full of bamboo slips, put it on the table, and slowly opened it.

I saw a horse painted on it. In front of the horse was a woman with a half-black face, holding a bottle of water in her hand, dripping two drops of water.

It was exactly the painting that Huang Yueying painted when she met Feng Yong in the backyard three years ago.

The half-beautiful woman became half-black-faced ugly girl, thanks to Pai Feng Yong.

Huang Yueying's eyes fell on the horse and she murmured to herself, "Pegasus descends to earth?"

Then he looked thoughtful, not knowing what he was thinking.

I don't know how much time passed, but I heard someone knocking on the door outside, and the voice of the Han Prime Minister came in, "Xijun, are you in there?"

Huang Yueying was startled, and immediately came back from her thoughts, opened the door, and asked, "Why is Alang here free?"

Zhuge Liang coughed and said, "I was a little bored dealing with political affairs, so I took a walk. I thought that Mr. Xi was teaching me about Guan Ji's bride, so I came over to take a look."

"Why are you upset, Alang?"

Huang Yueying asked Zhuge Liang to come into the room and asked.

The painting on the table was placed in the most eye-catching position, and Zhuge Liang's eyes were attracted to it as soon as he came in.

After a while, he turned his head and looked at Huang Yueying.

The prime minister and his wife both showed understanding expressions at the same time.

"It seems that Mr. Xi really knows me."

Zhuge Liang stepped forward, touched the horses in the painting, and asked in a low voice, "Xijun, do you think this is a coincidence?"

"Is there any difference?" Huang Yueying glanced at Zhuge Liang with some annoyance and said, "Don't you always stay away from this kind of thing?"

"Besides, you said it back then. Even if it's true, it's possible that his surname is Feng, but it's also possible that his surname is Ma."

Zhuge Liang listened with a wry smile on his face and sighed, "Yes, it is precisely because of keeping a distance that I feel a little troubled. I don't know whether to believe it or not."

"Also, even now, although it is more likely that the surname is Feng, it is still possible that the surname is Ma. Ma Youchang, isn't that bad, right?"

"Ma Youchang aspires to lead the army, but it is a pity that he has not had the opportunity to perform in these years. When the Northern Expedition comes, I want to let him follow him to experience it. If he can really make a big splash then, do you think whether his surname is Feng or Ma?

Is it clear?"

Huang Yueying tapped the two drops of water on it and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It makes sense that two waters are ice..."

Zhuge Liang said casually.

Huang Yueying was so angry that she rolled up the painting and said, "You are the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty. I can't speak to you."

In fact, the reason why Huang Yueying is anxious to confirm the meaning of this painting is not because she is more optimistic about Feng Yong.

But as the wife of the Prime Minister, she knows better than anyone else that the level of fatigue that the Han Prime Minister has endured in the past three years has reached a shocking level.

So she urgently needs to find someone who can help the Prime Minister share the heavy responsibilities.

Otherwise, if he is allowed to continue like this, his body will collapse sooner or later.

But it is obvious that his husband currently believes in himself more than he wants to believe in others.

This was the reason why she was so angry.

Zhang Xingcai in the palace learned the divination result of Du Qiong for Feng Yong one day later than the Prime Minister's Palace.

Compared with the painting in Huang Yueying's hand which was re-painted by herself, the painting in Zhang Xingcai's hand was painted by Li Yi himself.
To be continued...