Chapter 206

Today, Feng Jin visited with her friends, and Jiang Pengji entertained them at home.

She didn't go out to wave, and the audience in the live studio felt a little bored.

I'm used to the anchor's painting style of doing things every day. I suddenly become so elegant and serious. I feel very unaccustomed.

If there is food, they can treat the live broadcast as a food program. They can't eat it across the screen, but they can enjoy it.

It happened that the food served by the maid was very common and could not attract much appetite.

[crab soybean]: anchor, the food development in this era is so backward. I feel it's the same thing. I don't have an appetite.

【 cantaloupe seeds 】: I thought I would see the dazzling food like a small head. After eating it, I had a flash of inspiration. As a result, I thought too much.

[mashed potato cake]: entertain guests, not to mention delicacies, but don't make the anchor so shabby, okay?

[cover and water the meal]: I feel that the dishes of dozens of yuan a table in a small restaurant are better than the anchor.

Jiang Pengji feels wronged. Where can she control this?

Some are good to eat. Where is there room for pickiness?

She feels very good now. She used to eat tasteless nutrient solution all day, but now she has a taste in her mouth.

The audience of the live broadcast make complaints about the food, but the dishes are single, and the seasoning is short of East and West. How can the normal people eat?

Obviously, as normal people, Feng Jin and Han Yu think Liu Fu is very attentive in diet.

With enough wine and food, several waitresses took the food table down.

Jiang Pengji looked at Fengjin and said, "when is Mr. Wuma going to leave?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Han Yu's eyes. If he remembered correctly, it seems that Feng Jin didn't say his intention after coming.

In that case, how did the man know that Feng Jin was going to leave?

The same thing has been experienced many times, and Feng Jin has been indifferent.

"No accident, it should be tomorrow."

Feng Jin knows wumajun's eagerness for quick success and instant benefit too well. The other party has "obtained" Liu she's support, which is equivalent to having an inexhaustible large warehouse of rice grain. In this era when grain is greater than heaven, she has grain in her hand and doesn't panic.

If we get the support of Langya Wang and persuade them to arch him to the throne, the whole Dongqing will be his world.

Jiang Pengji said sarcastically, "is it so urgent? It seems that the witch horse husband is also acute and can't wait."

"It's normal to be impatient for your life and future."

Feng Jin didn't forget how many "unknown" forces chased them all the way to Hejian county.

Not only did he not forget, but also Wuma Jun, whose life was hanging on the line.

If he doesn't fight for the throne, he will end up dead!

In terms of a prince's thinking, Wu Ma Jun's ideas are understandable.

Unfortunately, this man's vision is so narrow.

What about the throne of God?

Can the three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang give up their covetous eyes on Dongqing?

The other four countries will not covet Dongqing?

More importantly, does Wuma Jun have the strength to curb the increasingly powerful and lawless family giants?

Probably not.

If he had such a long-term vision, he shouldn't go to Wang.

Once he ascends the throne of God with the help of Wang, the power of the aristocratic family will completely overhead the royal family, and Wuma Jun is just a puppet emperor.

If Dongqing wants to continue the national legacy, he must no longer allow the aristocratic family to develop and expand wantonly.

These words, Feng Jin can't open her mouth, and she doesn't have this position. She can only be deeply buried in her heart.

Although they will be separated the next day, both Feng Jin and Jiang Pengji are not hypocritical and still talk and laugh.

It's just a temporary separation, not a permanent separation between heaven and man.

Without separation, how can there be the joy of meeting an old friend in another country in the future?

On the way back, Han Yu looked at Feng Jin thoughtfully and said, "Huai Yu is very unhappy."

Feng Jin closed her eyes, "now the situation is more and more not optimistic... I don't know how many times this situation can happen..."

"Huh?" Han Yu doesn't understand. He doesn't know where Feng Jin's worries come from. "If the world is in chaos, Huai Yu can show his talents. Looking at that Liu Langjun, it's not in the pool. Maybe in the future... You can still have friendship with him."

Of course, if two people help their Ming Jun respectively, they can only go their own way.

When Feng Jin heard the speech, she drew her lips and felt that Han Yu and Jiang Pengji were together.

Neither of them has an easy temper and likes to do things all the time.

Although the royal family in Dongqing is declining, it has not yet disappeared.

Now thinking about the chaos in the world, why do people feel embarrassed?

It can also be seen that in the eyes of aristocratic families, today's Dongqing royal family is not worthy of its name.

With a sigh, it drifted into the air and disappeared.

The next day, Jiang Pengji got up early in the morning and went to the rain Pavilion outside the city to see off Feng Jin.

At this time, the weather has begun to warm up, but there is often a cold wind blowing, fanning people's clothes and rustling.

Looking at Feng Jin's parting figure, Jiang Pengji, who was not in any mood, felt a little more emotion.

"When will we meet next time?"

What's more, I don't know whether I'm an enemy or a friend next time I meet.

Jiang Pengji gathered up her superfluous emotions, put her finger to her lips and whistled. Da Bai had already run to her.

"Go!"

She quickly mounted the horse and pulled the reins with both hands. The distant motorcade had become a little smaller, and there was no figure of Feng Jin.

Big white snorted and galloped towards the city gate.

Since the last sniper to intercept Meng's people, Jiang Pengji has become more and more fond of galloping.

"Er Lang Jun, the carpenter's house is waiting for you in the house."

Just returned to the house, the porter had come forward to take the reins.

Jiang Pengji was still unhappy and cold. When she heard someone coming from the carpentry room, her eyes suddenly lit up and glittered, as if there were the brightest stars in it, which made people happy. "People in the carpentry room? Where are you now? Take me quickly."

Feng Jin is Jiang Pengji's first friend in the world. Her meaning is naturally different. Now she leaves Hejian County, she doesn't respond on her face and doesn't say anything. She still doesn't give up in her heart. It's just that these pretentious little emotions are not enough to be a way compared with major events!

The porter smiled and bowed, "I'm waiting for you in the house. Erlang, don't worry..."

Where did Jiang Pengji hear the words coming into the door room?

The wind was blowing under my feet, and the maids who came and went gave way one after another.

In order to save time, she said directly, "don't salute, get busy with your own affairs."

He opened the door quickly but without rudeness. Several craftsmen in linen clothes had knelt down for a long time.

"Don't talk nonsense, just tell me how your crossbow is finished."

Jiang Pengji sat down quickly, avoiding the cumbersome etiquette of several craftsmen.

Several people looked at each other, and finally a craftsman made a representative to speak.

"Fortunately, I didn't lose my life!"

The smile on Jiang Pengji's face suddenly stretched out, and the brighter her eyes were, as if they could illuminate a room.