I didn’t move much in the winter, and my body bones were a little rusty. Zhao Guang helped me move a bit, and my whole body felt comfortable.

Feng Yong sat back in his seat with satisfaction, took a sip of hot milk tea, and asked, "How is General Zhao's health now?"

Zhao Guangzheng grinned, but did not dare to cry out in pain.

My brother is much stronger now than before, and it hurts a lot when he hits someone.

Hearing Feng Yong's question, he quickly replied: "Your health is not bad. You can eat a lot of meat and drink a few drinks every day."

"If you're interested, it won't be a problem if you practice your spear skills for a while."

Feng Yong frowned with some dissatisfaction, "Why do you still drink every day?"

Others may not remember it clearly, but Feng Yong must be very clear about the life span of Old Demon Zhuge and Mr. Zhao.

Perhaps it was because the Northern Expedition was successful and the old man did not have to fight the last battle as painfully as in the original history.

Now he has been promoted to General of Zhengxi and became Governor of Longyou.

People, when the Qi in the heart is smooth, the mood will be good, the mood will be good, and the spirit will be good.

So the old man is in pretty good spirits now.

Last year, he picked a young wild boar to death in front of him.

Seeing that this year is coming to an end, as long as I survive this year, my life will be extended, which is of great significance.

Judging from the current situation, this is almost a certainty, and Feng Yong doesn't want to make any mistakes.

But how do others know what Feng Yong is thinking?

Zhao Guang said indifferently, "Isn't it cold in Longyou? Drink some mead to warm yourself up!"

"Not even mead!" Feng Yong said sternly, "As soon as I get back, I'll think of a way to make the old general drink less wine!"

Zhao Guang was startled and didn't understand why his brother was suddenly so excited.

It's just that Feng Yong has a lot of authority in his heart, and now he looks fierce in both voice and appearance, so he habitually gets scared.

"But brother, I don't dare to persuade you, and I can't help you!"

"Stupid!" Feng Yong scolded, "You can't persuade me, why don't you find someone who can persuade you?"

Feng Yong understood what Zhao Guang meant. After all, in this era, drinking is a rare and beautiful thing.

Some people even call clear wine a saint and dark wine a wise man.

Mead is delicious, but it is distilled wine, and its alcohol content is actually much higher than other wines, let alone those spirits specially supplied to the north.

In the cold Longyou, it took just over a year for spirits to rise to the same status as tea.

Both are the most popular items among the Qiang and Hu tribes.

But no matter how much people in the world think drinking is a good thing, they can't let the old man drink more.

Zhao Guang touched his head, his face full of confusion, "With your current status, who else can persuade him? Could it be the Prime Minister?"

Feng Yong said "ha" and said meaningfully: "I heard that the old general and Aunt Ma have a deep love for each other. They are quite loving?"

"My lord and my mother are in love with each other..." Zhao Guanggang said half a sentence, and his face suddenly filled with shock, "Brother, could it be that he wants my mother to..."

Li Yi and Li Qiu also reacted and looked at Feng Yong with astonished eyes.

"I remember, isn't the Marquis of Huaili (Ma Teng) from Longxi? Back then, Ma Xiuqi wanted to return to his hometown but was unable to do so. Why not let Aunt Ma fulfill her wish?"

Feng Yong suddenly thought very much about Zhao Guang's mother, Zhao Ma, and acted like a filial junior.

"Brother, I remember wrongly. My grandfather (grandfather) is not from Longxi," Zhao Guang explained, "but from Fufeng Maoling."

"But I was born in Longxi and grew up in Longxi, so my mother can be considered as half a Longxi native."

Feng Yong exclaimed, "Why is this?"

"Because my great-grandfather (Ma Teng's father) was originally from Maoling, Fufeng. He served as a county lieutenant in Langan County, Tianshui. He later lost his official position and lived in Longxi. Finally, he married a wife and had children in Longxi. This is how my mother's lineage came about.

"

Only then did Feng Yong understand, "So, I did remember it wrong."

Then he continued, "That's half of my hometown. Plus, the horses are riding all over Longyou. Doesn't Aunt Ma want to visit her old place again?"

Zhao Guang thought for a while, then suddenly looked horrified, "But, if the adult knows that I asked my mother to come over to dissuade him from drinking, he will beat me to death!"

He had great trust in Feng Yong, and he didn't ask why he couldn't let his master drink more.

I'm just worried that if my own adults find out the truth, it will cause a tragedy in the Zhao family.

"You have to think about it carefully," Feng Yong said earnestly, "You can drink less of alcohol, but not too much. Drinking too much may risk shortening your life."

In order to strengthen the credibility of this statement, he emphasized: "This is the instruction of my master. Everyone in my master knows that excessive drinking can harm the body."

"Old General Zhao is so old, he needs to be more restrained, otherwise who knows what will happen?"

Feng Langjun's clever words and demeanor had become a passive aura, and he could only be heard saying in a semi-threatening voice:

"With Aunt Ma protecting you, the old general may not be able to kill you, but if you know that drinking too much alcohol is dangerous, you don't think of a way to stop it."

"If anything happens to the old general, you will become an unfilial son..."

Seeing his brother looking at him gloomily, Zhao Guang was excited and shouted loudly:

"Brother, don't say anything else. I will leave for Jicheng tomorrow. I will try my best to persuade you to drink less. When spring starts in two months, I will have my mother escorted here!"

Feng Yong then nodded with satisfaction, "Remember to ask the old general for advice and learn cavalry tactics."

"My little brother understands."

"By the way, how is Wei Ran (Yang Wanwan) doing now?"

"He is now back to Yinping to see his family."

Zhao Guang replied, "His family is also the king of Di in Yinping area. Now that he has won the post of prefect of Yinping, he can be regarded as returning home rich and noble."

When Liu Bei and Cao Cao were fighting for Hanzhong, Yang Ju, the father of Yang Wanwan, was the king of Di in the Yinping area of ​​​​the military capital. He responded to Ma Chao and raised troops to respond.

Now that he has become the prefect of Yinping, it is not inappropriate to say that he will return home rich and wealthy.

"I will sign a document for the two of you later, and you will be assigned the position of protecting the Qiang. You will be responsible for protecting the cavalry of the Qiang captain's mansion."

Feng Yong sat on the chair and said something.

I have been beaten and scolded, but the people who should be cultivated still need to be cultivated.

It smells really good after all.

Yang Wanwan was the young commander of the Baima Di tribe and he also knew a lot about cavalry. By asking him to assist Zhao Guang, it was considered that the man was using his talents to the best of his ability.

"Brother really still loves me!"

After being beaten, scolded and threatened, Zhao Guang finally had a happy event and jumped up quickly and shouted happily.

"Shut up!" Feng Yong shouted, "I don't love you at all!"

Zhao Guang looked aggrieved.

Feng Yong stroked his forehead and sighed helplessly.

The battle in which Sima sent a five-pronged army to attack Shu was regarded as a major event in the late Three Kingdoms period.

Feng Yong naturally knows this process relatively clearly.

In order to cover Jiang Wei and lead Ji Han's main force to retreat, Zhao Guang died on the battlefield.

At the end of the Ji Han Dynasty when the talents were withering, he could be regarded as a short man and became the general.

Because under the circumstances at that time, Jiang Wei was naturally the person Jiang Wei trusted the most to be entrusted with the important task of intercepting and covering the enemy. At the same time, he must have certain requirements for his abilities.

What's more, now that he is considered his brother, what else can he do if he doesn't train him?

But when Feng Yong looked at the appearance of this guy in front of him, he felt a little nervous: Are you really capable of taking on such important responsibilities?

Why do I always have an insecurity?

But thinking of Zhao Yun, Feng Yong felt a little reassured: At worst, he would ask the old man for his opinion and let him take care of it.

If the old man thinks it's okay, then there's nothing to say.

After all, when Zhao Guang was guarding Xiaoguan last year, the old man didn't say anything. Thinking about it, he still acquiesced that Zhao Guang could lead the army.

If the old man feels that Zhao Guang is not suitable to lead a cavalry army, then let him be a partial general and lead a battalion of infantry to defeat him.

I believe that with the joint efforts of the old man and himself to suppress it, one Erha will not be able to make any waves.

After figuring this out, Feng Yong became happy again.

After waiting for so long, I can finally go home to see my wife and children.

On the second day, Zhao Guang hurriedly went to Jicheng first.

Feng Yong handed over various matters to Li Qiu, and even took his soldiers to enjoy the scenery at the foot of Hongchiling Mountain in the cold weather.

This caused the Wei troops guarding various passes in Hongchiling to become nervous.

Feng Junhou showed off his power to Hongchiling, and at the same time he explained to Li Qiu the key points of his residence.
To be continued...