Chapter 865

I'm not even afraid of death. What else is terrible?

Weici was distracted by Fengzhen, vaguely moved, but was suppressed by his reason.

"It's too early..."

This matter is known by Feng prodigal son, and Wei CI is ready to be advertised.

"Now that the Lord's hegemony has just improved, it's really inappropriate to consider his children's private affairs. If others know, not only the outside world should talk about it, but also the counselors and generals under the Lord's account." Wei CI couldn't help but warn Feng Zhen.

Feng Zhen is in a particularly good mood now that he holds the handle of Wei CI.

"Is it so serious?"

Knowing that Feng really pretended to be stupid, Weici still had to be patient to explain.

"It's much more serious than that."

People's hearts are sinister. They are not stingy. They use the most obscene and sinister mind to guess others.

Most of the people are fools. Once someone maliciously takes the lead, the romantic anecdotes of the Lord and his subordinates will be spread everywhere soon. Spread rumors, open your mouth, refute rumors and break your leg. Weici could fully imagine how embarrassing unofficial history would be written and how ugly people would say.

This is still the outside world, and maruju will be turbulent.

Wei Ci was roasted on the fire. I was afraid that someone would be angry. I thought Jiang Pengji gave preferential treatment to Wei CI everywhere.

Once people have such an idea, there will be more contradictions and people's hearts will disperse, and maruju's forces will no longer be united and stable.

When he was reborn, Weici tried to figure out his previous life from the perspective of an outsider for many times, and each time he had different discoveries and feelings.

One of her great advantages is that the Lord in her previous life treated her fairly, with moderate rewards and punishments and clear rewards and punishments.

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

Feng Zhen said with interest, "Zixiao still doesn't believe it? Say what you can say, and never reveal half a word what you can't say."

Wei CI snorted. Of course, he knew that Feng Zhen seemed dissolute, but in fact he was cautious.

"I hope so."

Feng Zhen said to Wei Ci, "I thought something was wrong before. Although you didn't say anything, you always thought you had a lot on your mind. Be more sensitive. This is both your advantage and your disadvantage. If you have any difficulties, you can talk to me. Why do you suffer so much?"

Never mind what's sad, it's easy to say it.

Wei CI is cold. If he takes Fengzhen as the object of pouring out, won't he be caught by the other party?

If Feng Zhen takes this threat and asks him to cover for him, help him escape from work, steal alcohol and sneak around brothels, what should he do?

Don't think Feng Zhen can't do it.

Wei CI knows what unreliable things Feng prodigal son did in his previous life.

The generals who bullied Li Yun, Dian Yin and others were all honest people, tricked their salaries into buying wine and often fled work.

Countless crimes!

"To be happy in time, how can you stay here." Feng Zhen said, "when people live a hundred years, they want to be free and happy."

So he didn't understand. Weici was so forward-looking and wanted to have the best of both worlds, but he couldn't fall at any end.

Sensitive and thoughtful, not easy to live long.

There may be something he doesn't know, but according to Feng Zhen, if Wei CI continues like this, he is just hurting others and himself.

No - it's not necessary to hurt others, but it's certain to hurt yourself.

He rolled up his quilt and went to sleep, leaving Wei CI stunned in his place with a thoughtful face.

In another place, Li Yun honestly invited the Iceman and went to fight a pair of geese in person.

Three books and six rites are all needed.

Due to the special situation, the whole process was only separated by more than half a month.

Cheng Jing perfectly completed the task assigned by Huang song. She had already quietly returned from the secret letter written by Jiang Pengji and did not attend the wedding.

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

A few days before marriage, the smile on Li Yun's face did not disappear. Walking was not only windy but also floating.

Shangguan Wan was uneasy and restless. He always felt that everything was as beautiful as an empty dream.

Once this dream is pierced, she will be beaten back to the cruel reality and continue to be the widowed who can't see the future.

In the words of the audience in the live studio, she called it "premarital anxiety disorder".

Jiang Pengji is busy, so she can only entrust Huijun to help her relieve Shangguan Wan, so that Wan'er won't think too much.

Huijun's mind is exquisite and clear. Every sentence hits Shangguan Wan's heart, and her heart knot can be easily solved.

Under the uneasy expectation of the two newlyweds, it was finally the wedding day.

As the first single dog of maruzhou group, Li Yun is not only handsome and pleasant, but also popular, so all the colleagues who can be present are basically present. Feng Jin's wife Wei Jingxian also acted as a "face opening" Quanfu woman to help Shangguan Wan twist her face.

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

Shangguan Wan is no longer the young girl. The last time she got married, she only felt that she was not going to the wedding but to her funeral. But today, the small heart of her chest fluttered uncontrollably, leaving her helpless and flustered.

"Today's wedding, you can't open your mouth at will." Wei Jingxian smiled and said, "forget all the previous things."

Shangguan Wan was still nervous and involuntarily squeezed his hands under his wide sleeves, leaving a shallow nail mark on his palm.

Li Yun came to greet the wedding on time, and his smile became more and more brilliant.

His life pursuit is very simple. He supports his master, takes a wife and has children.

Now he has both. He is so happy that he can't see his teeth.

Changsheng of Fengjin's family and Fengyi of Fengzhen's family became a boy and girl. Changsheng was young and happily rolled back and forth on the bed in the wedding room. Fengzhen's only son Fengyi had a small face, sat silently on the bedding and stayed symbolically for a while.

Fengyi is the result of Fengzhen's dead wife. Her face follows Fengzhen, but her temperament follows his mother. She can't be more introverted.

Due to premature delivery, Fengyi is weaker than Fengzhen and rarely appears in front of people.

When they saw Fengyi's diced garlic and beans, they suddenly forgot their words.

Feng Zhen is such a boundless guy. He even gave birth to a serious and decent son. Gene mutation!

"Hello, uncles!"

Feng Yi saluted obediently. She was young and had a bit of a gentleman's demeanor.

"Today is a good day for your uncle Han Mei. Don't be so formal." Feng Zhen rubbed his son's hair and sent him away. There was no way. With his son around, he couldn't open his stomach and drink. "You should have the demeanor of a eldest brother and don't bully the weak."

Fengyi's face is weak, but her wind appearance is excellent. She really lives up to the name Fengzhen gave him.

The crowd was stunned.

They thought that a prodigal son like Fengzhen should be the second ancestor who dared to jump on the grave.

The result?

"Bad bamboo shoots well!"

Feng Zhen's face immediately pulled down and scolded who was "evil bamboo"?

Maruju is bustling, but the other place is dignified.

"Don't you like it?"

Liu she had a letter at hand, which Jiang Pengji had sent in an urgent way more than half a month ago.

In front of him, there was a 13-year-old Qingjun boy kneeling down. His facial features were somewhat similar to Jiang Pengji.

"Son dare not."

"Just don't dare." Liu she said and raised her pen to write a word at the end of the letter.

[yes.]