Back Off, Let Me Come

"You, you dare?" The old enemy looked at Zhao Feng as if he were looking at a pervert. The muscles on both sides of his nose were twitching, and his eyes were as fierce as wild beasts. He wanted to eat his life. "The person named Zhao, I will definitely suffer the shame of today." Take your life!"

Wu Xian was frightened when he heard this in the tent.

"Calling for your life? For an old man like you?" Zhao Feng has not been very happy in the past few years, and a lot of it is caused by this old guy in front of him. He is angry at Zhao Feng from time to time. Just because he doesn't refute doesn't mean that he doesn't understand. The fire that I had been holding back for a long time was vented directly today, "I think your son thinks highly of you. Otherwise, with your old face like a Japanese melon, even if you marry a fairy-like wife, your money-losing son Even if you support my old Zhao family, you won’t even be able to find the main entrance!”

Wu Xian: "!!!"

The old enemy can't stand it any longer! ! !

He raised his hand and pulled out the sharp sword from his waist.

He said with grief, anger and embarrassment: "Zhao Pifu——"

Before he could take action, Wu Xian slammed the tent door open with great force. With rare anger brewing on his face, he shouted sternly: "What are you doing? Are you going to fight to the death outside the main tent? Are you going to kill me?" Does the lord take it seriously?"

Zhao Feng and his mortal enemy saluted in unison.

They all said in unison: "The general/subordinates don't dare."

Wu Xian was still angry, and the veins on his forehead were beating wildly. Catalyzed by the anger, his tone of voice was much heavier than usual: "Don't you dare? You two say you don't dare to do this or that, but you dare to act, and you dare even more in your heart!"

Zhao Feng and his sworn enemy looked at each other, each feeling disgusted.

Because of Wu Xian's interruption, the two did not really start fighting, but it did not prevent this gossip from gaining wings and flying all over Wu Xian's camp. Although Zhao Feng has been unsatisfactory in the past two years, his strength is here, Wu Xian should use it, and naturally many people are willing to associate with him. Zhao Feng returned to the tent. Before his buttocks were warmed by the mat, there was arrogant laughter outside the tent.

Zhao Feng knew who was coming as soon as he heard it.

He said, "If you want to laugh, you better come in and laugh."

The curtain of the tent door was opened, and a scribe with a goatee came in. The man was wearing a dark green scholar's shirt, but the clothes were washed and slightly white. Although he is dressed in a standard scribe's attire, judging from his attire, this person is not doing well: "The great righteous feat was spread all over the world just now. Have you changed your gender today or something? Why can't you bear it all of a sudden, and are you still talking to him? Choking?"

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes angrily: "Why should I bear it? If I don't bear it any longer, I'll turn into a bastard! I was already upset, but he's still haunted. I didn't like him before, but I don't like him even more now! I'm scolding him." I just scolded him. Is it possible that before scolding him, I have to read the auspicious zodiac? Is he worthy? Bah! Unlucky!"

Zhao Feng has been on the battlefield for so many years, experienced countless lives and deaths, and is well aware of the dangers. Zhao Wei left his sight and rushed to another battlefield. How could he not be anxious? He was originally worried about his daughter's safety. There happened to be an eyesore that jumped out.

I couldn't control my emotions all of a sudden.

The scribe laughed loudly: "You are good at talking and talking."

As he spoke, he sat down opposite Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng asked him: "Did Gong Su say anything?"

He only cared about enjoying himself and forgot about Qin Li's situation for a moment. When he calmed down, he became a little worried and couldn't help but ask the scribes.

The scribe said amusedly: "Are you concerned about Gongsu now?"

Zhao Feng scratched his hair, which he hadn't washed for several days, and felt embarrassed and guilty: "Oh, I did it for a reason. I didn't deliberately cause trouble. If Gong Su was blamed for this, he has nothing to say."

The scribe gave him a reassurance.

He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Gong Su is laughing too."

Isn't it lively? Who doesn't like watching it?

Their lineage has been marginalized in Tianhai for many years. If Qin Li hadn't been able to use it and Zhao Feng's military strength was not weak, life would have been miserable. The main character Wu Xian cannot be said to have done a bad job, but he is too soft-spoken and misses old friendships. The ladies in the backyard are either sisters who were sent to him by someone, or they are related to someone else. The faction headed by Qin Li is at a natural disadvantage. Even though Wu Xian followed Qin Li in all official matters, the exclusion he faced overtly and covertly was always present and eye-catching.

Zhao Feng's outburst also gave them some relief.

"It's good that Gongsu isn't angry."

Zhao Feng was completely relieved after hearing this, but the next sentence he said made him almost choke on the cold water he had not yet swallowed: "Dayi, when did you become so manly?"

Zhao Feng, who was killed in Feng Ping: "..."

Zhao Feng became angry: "!!!"

"Since when did I become a man?"

He was so frightened that his voice broke.

The scribe said: "You are not good at masculinity. Why do you want to accept someone else's son as your male favorite? Or a smooth male favorite? If you really accept his son, let's not talk about whether he will fight for you or not. According to seniority, you You still have to call me father-in-law. This is such a loss."

Zhao Feng helplessly held up his forehead: "...our eldest daughter suddenly wanted a male pet. I was thinking about this matter in my heart, and he happened to bump into me, so I thought I was disgusting and disgusted with him. Why did it spread like "I want a boy"? Pampered? Aren't you ruining my reputation?"

He has seen the power of rumors.

After the scribe understood the fuss, he laughed again and said: "It turns out that our eldest lady wants it, so I have to give it to you! How many does she want? What kind of things does she want? We are uncles, so we can't be stingy anymore."

When Zhao Wei was a child, he endured hardships with his uncles and uncles, which led them to be particularly doting on the eldest daughter of Zhao Feng's family. In Zhao Feng's words, Zhao Wei doesn't want the stars, the moon, and the sun in the sky. How can raising a male favorite be considered a big deal?

Even this is not enough, which makes the uncle look stingy.

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes for the second time: "If Dawei had the guts to run away from home to resist the marriage, you old guys must have been the ones to do it."

Fortunately, Zhao Wei is not a man.

Otherwise, he would have been turned into a playboy by these people.

The scribe rubbed his chin: "Dawei? You can just call yourself Dayi, but why do you give your daughter such a random nickname? Can our daughter still wear her Wu Daring Tiger Talisman?"

At first glance, the character "Zhao Feng" seems clumsy and somewhat literate, but everyone came from the same place, so why don't they know its inner story? It’s okay for him to be unreliable, so why would he cheat on his own daughter? Dawei, does this sound good?

Clang——

The tea in Zhao Feng's hand spilled all over the table and the bowl dropped. He looked up at the scribe in horror: "You, how do you know?"

At that time, he promised to hide for Bai Su that she had used her daughter's body to gather martial courage. Even if he vaguely guessed something later, he never thought of telling Wu Xian, and he didn't even mention it to Qin Li. He was tight-lipped, mentally prepared to carry the secret with him in the coffin.

Later, he learned that his daughter Zhao Wei had also become one of them. Zhao Feng was only surprised that Zhao Wei had the ability to protect himself. Even if one day he dies in battle, his daughter will be able to stand on her own feet. At this time, he had no reason to reveal the secret.

Not only will they not be revealed, they will try their best to conceal it.

Who would have thought that the person in front of him actually knew.

He knew whether it meant Qin Li...

The scribe saw what he was thinking, and lightly tapped the back of Zhao Feng's hand with the knife fan in his hand to bring him back to his senses: "Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone. Not to mention that this is related to the safety of our eldest daughter, even if there is no such relationship, There is no need to tell Qin Gongsu."

Zhao Feng vaguely heard some dissatisfaction from his mouth.

"What does this mean?"

The scribe turned the knife fan in his hand, his eyes were deep, and there was a hint of sigh in his words: "Gong Su has been dedicated and loyal to his lord these years, and devoted himself to repaying him for the kindness of adopting and rescuing the siege... Such dedication, Even a stubborn stone should be warmed, but my lord is still wavering and refuses to fully trust me. Alas, I can't help but feel a little unhappy in my heart."

The Tianhai family is too exclusive.

Wu Xian did not have the courage to really suppress the Tianhai faction that was provoking trouble for Qin Li. As time went by, the conflicts between the two factions gradually increased. Wu Xian thought he had calmed the situation, but he didn't know that the calm situation was the result of them retreating and retreating, enduring and enduring. In this case, how to force them to be loyal without reservation?

Zhao Fengshou promised to cover up for Bai Su and Shen Tang, but the scribes noticed the clues and kept silent. This is normal.

"Then Gongsu...did he notice it?"

This is what Zhao Feng is most worried about.

The scribe laughed at himself: "Gongsu has been so tired these past few years that his hair has turned gray, and his time with us has been squeezed out. How could he know if I, a idle guy like me, don't have time to wander around?"

Zhao Feng was completely relieved and a little speechless.

He scolded: "You old guy is following me?"

The scribe raised his eyebrows and said: "Who said that? How could we have so much time to follow you? We saw the eldest daughter on the battlefield and only recognized her after seeing her skill with marksmanship. If we hadn't recognized her, what do you think? She only suffered a minor injury to her shoulder?”

There are only so many literary scholars in Shen Tang's account. The focus is either on the military formation or on the generals. Zhao Wei is still a young man with a low military rank. How can he be qualified to enjoy the increase in the general's speech and spirit? Could it be that it was his uncle who opened the back door?

To be honest, he was shocked when he saw it.

Zhao Wei's marksmanship looked very familiar, and when he took a closer look, the young general's face also looked familiar. Not sure, check again.

The more she looks at her, the more she looks like the eldest daughter of the Zhao Feng family who ran away from home.

After that, he began to pay attention to Zhao Feng's traces.

Finally, Zhao Feng and Zhao Wei met privately, and became even more convinced that the brave warrior was Zhao Wei. It's a lie today, it's true. He raised his eyebrows: "Tsk, Zhao Dayi, you hid it deeply."

Zhao Feng said helplessly: "There's nothing we can do about it. Dawei is my pet peeve. Can you bear her being treated as a heretic and killed?" This was also the main reason why he didn't ask Zhao Wei to come back. By staying by his side, he Zhao Wei cannot be protected.

Using the body of a daughter to gather courage...

Zhao Feng is well-informed and has a clear mind. His political opponents are a bit more evil-minded, and if they are accused of "female chicken Si Chen" and "weird omen", what kind of drought, locust plague, and flood will be blamed on Zhao Wei, and he will not be forced to death?

He was worried and said: "It's obvious that there are no tigers in the market, but the words of three people can lead to tigers... What I'm afraid of is that everyone's words will make money! What I'm afraid of is that people's words are terrible! What I'm afraid of is that this day will come true Even if I give up my life, I can't protect her!"

What Zhao Feng could think of, the scribes would naturally also want.

He asked Zhao Feng a question: "Dayi, have you ever thought about it - why do you think Lord Shen can accommodate the Lord if he can't tolerate it?" Even Zhao Feng didn't notice this issue, and he subconsciously chose to trust him. Shen Tang instead of Wu Xian.

Zhao Feng explained: "There is a general under Shen Jun's account. I can't tell you her specific name, but she is also a woman. If Shen Jun can tolerate her, he can naturally protect Dawei. Is this wrong?"

"Then have you ever thought about why Shen Jun could accommodate that female general?" The scribe looked at Zhao Feng with a half-smile, and then spoke to cut off his escape, "Dayi, don't use words like 'Shen Jun's thoughts' The reason of "enlightened and benevolent" is used to prevaricate us..."

Zhao Feng hesitated.

"This, this...what other reason can there be for this?"

The scribe's knife fan lit the table: "Have you ever thought from another level that this Jun Shen who shows off all day long is also a woman? Because of this, she can accept the female general you call her without any grudges. , accepted our eldest daughter?"

Zhao Feng: "..."

The scribe was not very useful under Wu Xian's tent, but Shen Tang couldn't stand it and liked to visit him everywhere. The scribe had also seen Shen Tang from a distance. That face is so beautiful and handsome that if you don't look at the inscription on the other person's waist, you will definitely think that she is a female monarch, and she is also a beautiful female monarch who can surpass the most beautiful women in the world. However, all these thoughts disappeared when faced with the inscription.

"She looks like a woman no matter what, right?"

Zhao Feng: "Jun Shen has a monogram with a heart..."

The scribe rolled his eyes: "Our daughter still has the Wu Bold Tiger Talisman. Why did she suddenly grow roots after running away from home for two years?"

Zhao Feng: "...can you stop being so vulgar?"

The scribe chuckled, as if he was laughing at Zhao Feng for knowing how to be polite one day. Zhao Feng was ridiculed by him, but he was thick-skinned and could not break his defense: "Even if, even if... Mr. Shen is a daughter, so what? It's meaningless."

We are all allies now.

Shen Tang's side showed strong strength again.

Are the Dragon Slaying Bureau coalition forces still trying to cause trouble?

The scribe said: "How could it be meaningless? Aren't you curious about why this Shen Jun can gather the literary heart? She/he has done something that no one has done for more than two hundred years before..."

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster!

Zhao Feng couldn't tell what his colleagues were thinking, so he argued: "Why are you so sure that no one has done it in more than two hundred years? Maybe it was done before, but it's unknown if it died before it matured. In my opinion, you I just think too much——"

The scribe tapped the handle of his knife fan on the table.

Click, click, click, rhythmically.

After a long while, just when Zhao Feng thought he had stopped making trouble, the scribe said quietly: "Speaking of which, there were two dragons fighting over Xiaocheng back then. You don't know what this means. Why, since then No news after that?"

Zhao Feng was a little confused at first, not knowing what he was talking about.

When he understood, his expression suddenly changed.

He stood up on the spot, and the scribe comforted him: "The reaction doesn't have to be so big. I applied the word spirit before I came in. Even if you shout at the top of your lungs, no one will hear you. These personal words are only spoken here. It won’t spread outside.”

Even so, Zhao Feng lowered his voice.

He said seriously: "This matter is no small matter..."

He was more worried about his daughter's safety.

The scribe also said in a low voice: "Just because I know it, I have to find out more clearly. Da Yi, you still have the grace to save my lord's life, but you are so angry, have you ever thought about it——"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Feng raised his hand to stop him.

_(:з　∠)_

Sure enough, my tonsils were inflamed and my voice became hoarse...