Eight Hundred and Seventy: Northern Overlord (7)

You are not even afraid of death, what else is there to be afraid of?

Wei Ci was disturbed by Feng Zhen, and his heart was faintly moved, but he was suppressed by his rationality.

"It's too early..."

Fengzhen, the prodigal son, knew about this matter, and Wei Ci was already mentally prepared to be told widely by him.

"Now that the lord's hegemony has just started to improve, it's really inappropriate to consider the personal relationship of children. If other people know, not only the outside world will have a lot of discussion, but even the counselors and generals under the lord's account will have other thoughts." Wei Ci couldn't help warning. Feng Zhen said a word.

Now that Feng Zhen is holding Wei Ci's handle, he is in a particularly good mood.

"Is it that serious?"

Knowing that Feng really pretended to be stupid on purpose, Wei Ci still had to be patient.

"It's much more serious than that."

People are sinister, and they don't hesitate to speculate on others with the most indecent and sinister thoughts.

Most of the people are ignorant. Once someone maliciously takes the lead, it won't take long for the romantic anecdotes between the lord and his subordinates to spread everywhere. Open your mouth to spread rumors, but run away to refute them. Wei Ci can fully imagine how embarrassing the unofficial history will be written, and how ugly the people will say.

This is still the outside world, and the interior of Marushu will be turbulent because of this.

Wei Ci being roasted on the fire was the next best thing, I was afraid that someone would feel angry and think that Jiang Pengji was treating Wei Ci preferentially.

Once people have such thoughts, people's hearts will disperse, and the Maruzhou forces will no longer be united and stable as before.

After being reborn, Wei Ci pondered his past life many times from the perspective of an outsider, each time with different discoveries and insights.

The lord of the previous life was just, rewarded and punished fairly, and rewards and punishments were clearly defined. This is one of her great strengths.

If you want to win again, this advantage must continue to be carried forward.

Feng Zhen said wittily, "Zi Xiao still can't believe the truth? Say what you can say, and never reveal a word if you can't."

Wei Ci snorted, of course he knew that Feng Zhen seemed to be slutty, but in reality he kept his senses.

"hope so."

Feng Zhen said to Wei Ci,

"I felt something was wrong before. Although you didn't say anything, you always felt that you had a lot of things on your mind. Thinking and being sensitive is both your strength and your weakness. If you have any unspeakable secrets, you can tell me."

No matter what sad things, it will be fun to say it.

Wei Ci said coldly, if he took Fengzhen as a confidant, wouldn't he be caught by the other party countless braids?

What if Fengzhen threatened him with this and asked him to cover him, help him skip work, drink alcohol, and visit brothels?

Don't think that Fengzhen can't do this.

Wei Ci knew what unreliable things Fenglangzi had done in his previous life.

The generals who bully Li Yun, Dian Yin and others are all honest people, cheating their salaries to buy wine, and often skipping work.

Countless crimes, too numerous to write down!

"It's time to be happy, why wait here." Feng Zhen said, "What people want to live for a hundred years is to be free and happy in time."

So he didn't understand that Wei Ci was looking forward and backward, hoping to have the best of both worlds, but in the end he couldn't get anywhere.

Sensitive and thoughtful, not easy to live long.

Maybe there are other inside stories that he doesn't know, but according to what Fengzhen sees, Wei Ci's going on like this is just hurting others and himself.

No - hurting others is not necessarily, but hurting oneself is certain.

He rolled up the quilt and fell asleep, leaving Wei Ci stunned in place with a thoughtful expression on his face.

In another place, Li Yun honestly invited the Iceman to shoot a pair of wild geese himself.

Three books and six rituals are not missing.

Due to the special circumstances, the whole process took only half a month.

Cheng Jing perfectly completed the task entrusted by Huang Song, and quietly returned the secret letter written by Jiang Pengji, and did not attend the wedding.

Although the time was tight, Jiang Pengji did not wrong Shangguan Wan, and everything that should be prepared was prepared for her, just like a gesture of marrying a sister. Speaking of "marrying a younger sister", Jiang Pengji is also experienced. She only takes care of the overall situation, and other details will be taken care of by others.

A few days before the wedding, the smile on Li Yun's face never disappeared, and his walk was not only windy but also fluttering.

Shangguan Wan has also been restless these few days, always feeling that everything is beautiful like an illusory dream.

Once this dream is punctured, she will be beaten back to the cruel reality, and will continue to be the widow who has been tortured by others and cannot see the future.

In the words of the audience in the live broadcast room, Shangguan Wan is called "premarital anxiety disorder".

Jiang Pengji was busy with affairs, so she could only entrust Huijun to help her relieve Shangguanwan, so that she would not have to worry too much.

Huijun's thoughts are exquisite and clear, and every sentence hits Shangguanwan's thoughts.

Under the anxious anticipation of the two couples, the wedding day finally arrived.

As the first single dog of the Maruzhou Group, Li Yun is not only handsome and lovable, but also popular, so almost all the colleagues who can be present are present. Feng Jin's wife, Wei Jingxian, also acted as a "face-opening" Quanfu lady, helping Shangguan Wan twist noodles.

"Sister Jingxian, I, I'm a little nervous——"

Shangguan Wan is no longer that immature girl. The last time she got married, she only felt that she was not going to the wedding but to her own funeral, but today—the little heart in her chest was beating uncontrollably, making her Bewildered and flustered.

"Today's big wedding, you can't open your mouth casually." Wei Jingxian said with a smile, "Forget everything about the past."

Shangguan Wan was still nervous, and involuntarily clenched her hands under the wide sleeves, leaving light fingernail marks on her palms.

Li Yun came to greet the bride on time, with a brighter smile on his face.

His life pursuit is very simple, serving his master, marrying a wife and having children.

Now that both are in place, he is full of spring breeze, smiling so much that his teeth can't see his eyes.

Changsheng from Fengjin's family and Fengyi from Fengzhen's family became boys and girls. Changsheng was young and happily rolled around on the bed in the wedding room a few times. Fengzhen's only son, Fengyi, had a stern face. Sitting silently on the quilt, he stayed symbolically for a while before coming down.

Feng Yi was born of Feng Zhen's late wife, her appearance followed Feng Zhen's, but her temper followed his mother's, she couldn't be more restrained.

It should be premature, Fengyi is weaker than Fengzhen, and rarely appears in front of people.

When everyone saw Feng Yi's Suan Miao Ding, they were so shocked that they forgot to speak.

A guy like Fengzhen, who is so promiscuous, actually gave birth to a serious and upright son, what a genetic mutation!

"Hello, uncles!"

Feng Yi saluted obediently, at such a young age, she already had a bit of a gentleman's demeanor.

"Today is a great day for your Uncle Hanmei, so don't be so restrained." Feng Zhen rubbed his son's hair and dismissed him casually. There was no way, since his son was by his side, he couldn't open his stomach and drink wildly. Eldest brother demeanor, don't bully the weak."

Feng Yi's appearance is weak, but his style is excellent, and he really lives up to the name Feng Zhen gave him.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

They thought that a prodigal son like Fengzhen would give birth to a son who was bold and dared to jump on the grave.

The result?

"Good shoots come out of bad bamboos!"

Feng Zhen's face suddenly pulled down, who is calling "bad bamboo"?

Maruzhou is very lively, but the other place is extremely dignified.

"You don't like it?"

There was a letter in Liu She's hand, which was urgently sent by Jiang Pengji more than half a month ago.

In front of him, knelt down was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old Qingjun youth, whose facial features were somewhat similar to Jiang Pengji.

"My son dare not."

"It's fine if you don't dare." Liu She said, and picked up a pen to write a word at the end of the letter.

【Can. 】