Chapter 1840

Feng Jue, Sanlang of the wind family in Shangyang.

He has lived a carefree and noble life since childhood. He can be said to be the chosen son born with a golden spoon.

According to the theory of a famous psychologist, there are five kinds of human needs from low to high——

Physiological needs, security needs, social needs, respect needs and self realization needs.

As the legitimate son of Dongqing's No. 1 dignitaries, fengjue has been spoiled by his elders since childhood. When he grew up, he gave everything he wanted, and naturally there was no shortage of needs at the bottom. The psychologist said that meeting the needs of a certain level naturally begins to yearn for the next level.

Feng Jue is naturally the same. He was born with what others can't have. The rest of life is to pursue himself.

To put it more popularly, this is a teenager with two diseases. He thinks about the impossibility of challenge all day, and then makes his life further.

Of course, his heart is lonely.

Because vulgar people can't understand his pursuit and ambition.

At a time of frequent chaos in the world, Feng Jue refused the letter sent by his eldest brother and second brother to let him go home and squat. He had to go out to find the "Ming Lord". Not to mention the feelings of the two brothers, anyway, Feng Jue's schoolboy was a little collapsed and wanted to cry, and his tears pattered away.

Feng Jue was disheartened and scolded angrily.

"What are you crying for? I'm so bored that I keep silent!"

The schoolboy cried even more, hoarse, and his tears turned from one to another into a torrential rain, which made him sad.

He didn't cry about how his husband loved to die. He was devastated that he was going to die when he was young.

Yes, young and dying_ (: з) ∠)_

Their master and servant were caught by a nest of bandits when they crossed the mountains. Now they are in the firewood house of others' bandits' nest.

The little schoolboy consciously had no hope of escape. Naturally, he wanted to have a good time crying.

The bandits who caught them were more and more fierce. In short, the little schoolboy was very afraid. On the contrary, Feng Jue was very calm.

"What's the use of crying?"

The schoolboy said, "three gentlemen, it's so remote here. If you die, I'm afraid your family doesn't know."

Feng Jue said, "your husband, I didn't cry. Is it possible that my life is cheaper than yours?"

At this time, Feng Jue was young and full of pride. The schoolboy was speechless, but he didn't dare to disobey.

Without him, Feng Jue could not have been caught if the schoolboy hadn't dragged his feet.

It's just that the schoolboy was frightened by the bandits who jumped out. He kept holding Feng Jue, making him unable to draw his sword. He also made Feng Jue captured by the bandits.

In short, the schoolboy is very counselled now, for fear that he will be killed by the angry Feng Jue before he dies in the hands of the bandits.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Lang -- the slave didn't mean to drag -"

Feng Jue was also upset at this time. The schoolboy made all kinds of noise in his ear. He really couldn't help it.

The schoolboy muttered again without looking.

"In fact... If it weren't for the three gentlemen, they would have to run away from home..."

Feng Jue angrily said, "shut up!"

Is he running away from home?

He is groping for his ideal and life!

The mediocre doesn't understand his pursuit and ambition at all.

After the master and servant hurt each other for a while, the door of the wood house, which had been closed for a long time, finally opened.

Several tall and burly figures stood at the door against the light. Feng Jue was worried, but he also knew that this was not the time to mess up.

The bandits did not kill them or torture them on the spot, mostly because the master and servant still had some value.

The negotiation later will probably affect their lives.

Anyway, life is the best.

Neither can these bandits think that their master and servant are fat sheep easy to kill. At that time, they will tear up the ticket when they open their mouth to the Feng's lion. After all, no one can get out of offending the Feng. It's better to do a big job to tear up the ticket - but they can't make the bandits feel that they have no value at all. For the bandits, the worthless prisoners even think the meat is too old and sour when they chop and feed the pig.

Only if the value is not high but not low, find the right position, can we survive safely.

It's really not good. Feng Jue can hide his name and make false promises to each other. After winning trust, he plans to make plans and contact Feng.

"Where are you taking me and my husband?"

The schoolboy shrunk his head in fear, just like a quail, but he still had the courage to ask the bandits.

With a heavy cold hum, the bandit picked up the schoolboy's collar and dragged him away.

One of the bandits asked Feng Jue with his eyes. Feng Jue's expression was stiff and waved his hand, "no, I have legs."

The wind family Saburo will never lose his face!

Feng Jue went to see the bandit leader with this idea, but the result was——

Where's the bandit leader?

Feng Jue was standing in the hall. The master was dressed in a neat tiger skin. On the seat was a woman who sat in a posture of "six relatives who didn't recognize her" -- this woman looked cold and rebellious, lying on her knees with a lovely cat who wanted to kiss and scratch -- fart, it was clearly a tiger!

The tiger of the king of beasts is like a cat lying on the woman's leg, making a comfortable and coquettish snore from time to time.

Undoubtedly, the bandit leader Feng Jue wants to see is not someone else, it is this woman.

"What's your name?" The woman was too lazy to lift her eyelids, and her slender fingers shuttled through the tiger's hair.

Feng Jue's heart turned and bowed respectfully, "go down again."

"Feng... San?" The woman smiled lazily.

She rubbed her bare feet on the tiger's belly, and the obedient tiger rubbed her big furry face on her knee.

This picture is really harmonious and beautiful... Shit!

Feng Jue doesn't think the tiger is so kind and lovely. There are raw shredded meat hanging around the mouth of the goods!

"Your name is really Fengsan? How can parents give their son such a name?"

Feng Jue opened his eyes and lied, "my family is poor. Although my parents want to study for my third son, their ability is limited after all."

"San Zi? You have brothers in your family besides you?"

Feng Jue said, "yes, big brother Feng Da, second brother Feng 2, boy Xing 3, naturally Feng 3."

When he bowed his head, he didn't find a faint smile in the woman's eyes.

That smile is not a kind smile, but a laugh of red fruit.

It is true that Feng Jue's acting skills are qualified, but the bookboy around him is not. Don't you see the bookboy's expression full of flaws?

Feng Jue is lying!

However, the name of Feng San is also simple and rough. It is mostly similar to the pronunciation of the third husband in the family, isn't it?

The woman didn't investigate, but said, "your family is poor? Then you can't stay. Drag it down, cut it, feed it, and save a meal of meat."

Cut it and feed it to who?

Look at the excited face of the tiger lying next to the woman.

The schoolboy fainted with fear, and Feng Jue's face was not very good.

He tried to fight for the possibility of survival for himself.

For example——

Although his family was poor, he studied well and learned. However, he was born in a poor family and could not enter the officialdom to seek an official career.

So——

If the woman lets him live, he is willing to be a dog's head for the woman and help her take care of the bandit stronghold, which is also a way out.

The woman sneered, "do you want to be a bandit like me?"

Feng Jue said, "360 lines, each line is worth trying."

What happened to the bandits?

Can't bandits be self-motivated, work hard for their own career and expand their employment territory?

Professional discrimination is not allowed!

What I say goes. The wind has the final say, and the bandit is all in the mood. What's the bandit stockade? If she refused to nod, even if the bandits valued Feng Jue's talent, Feng Jue would have to be cut off and fed to the tiger.

After a long time, the woman nodded and said, "there's something more interesting. Keep it. This is the bookboy next to you?"

Feng Jue said, "yes, my family is poor, but I can still do it by buying a cheap child."

The woman said, "throw it in the backyard to sweep and wash clothes. I'm short of a busboy."

As a result, Feng Jue successfully incarnated as "Feng San" and became a leading military master in this bandit stronghold.

He slowly won the trust of Jiang Pengji, a woman, before he knew that this seemingly ordinary stockade actually had an extremely wide business scope.

They not only hold up the road and rob, but also act as bodyguards and escorts.

What if no one hires them?

Block the way and rob. See if the intercepted merchants want to be robbed or hire their escort.

_ (: з) ∠)_

Feng Jue was stunned by the bandit's practice.

"Is it not good to do this...?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "We are bandits. When did the bandits reason?"

The bandits are unreasonable, especially the bandit leader Jiang Pengji. People not only dare to block the way and rob big dog families, but also dare to rob officials of Dongqing government. Make complaints about the law.

After a few months, Feng Jue was gradually brainwashed by the woman, and miraculously agreed with all her words.

Every night he told himself to be calm, but during the day he followed the bandit leader everywhere to challenge and annex the surrounding bandit strongholds.

For the sustainable development of bandit stronghold, fengjue is also a dream.

_ (: з) ∠)_

As a gifted counselor, Feng Jue also keenly discovered the suspicions of the bandit stronghold.

The seemingly arrogant and unreasonable bandit leader seems to be planning something secretly. Other bandits have nothing to study, but the bandit leader - very suspicious! In order to solve this mystery, Feng Jue had several opportunities to leave the bandit stronghold, but he just didn't go and kept it.

One day, Feng Jue made great contributions in annexing the bandit stronghold of his peers, and all kinds of personnel arrangements were excellent.

The bandit stronghold held a celebration banquet, and Feng Jue, as a dog leader, was also hugged by the people and drank a lot of wine.

When he drank, he drank too much. Feng Jue didn't drink well when he was young. When he drank too much, he was still tearful. He acted very differently from usual. He was drunk and couldn't hold his heart. He dared to ask his doubts, but he set out the "big plan" planned by Jiang Pengji!

"I want to subvert the world!"

The same drunk bandit leader climbed up the roof, holding a wine pot and pointing to the full moon.

"I want the sun and the moon to turn upside down, and I want all living beings to surrender!"

Feng Jue held the wine jar and squatted under the ladder to clap her hands.

"Good ambition, big head!"

Jiang Pengji asked him drunk, "what do you want to do?"

Feng Jue was drunk and shouted, "my ambition is not as powerful as being in charge."

He is really drunk, but the big boss seems to be drunk, but in fact he has a bright eye and a cunning light at the bottom of his eyes.

Feng Jue roared at the moon, "I want to achieve what my predecessors can't do!"

At the end of the day, there is no such thing as him. Feng Jue can't get over it!

What's interesting about dominating chaotang with Feng's background? Dongqing, chaotang and corrupt officials... Who is worthy of him?

Where is the emperor Dongqing worthy of his bow?

At the thought of his eldest brother and second brother following the path arranged by the family and living step by step, he felt very uncomfortable.

Not for their own discomfort, but for the two brothers' inability to live as they please.

"You want to subvert heaven and earth, turn the sun and moon upside down, and all sentient beings submit - I'll help you and help you do these impossible things!"

At this moment, it was Jiang Pengji's turn to hold the wine jar and clap for him.

"Good ambition, Feng Third Army division!"

Feng Jue's cheeks were red, his feet swayed vainly left and right, waved his hand and said, "well, it's a small thing! It's not worth boasting!"

This night's moon was bright and clean, cold but not cold, but very comfortable.

It was also from this night that Feng Jue had a strange tacit understanding with the bandit leader. Drinking and doing things, Feng Jue was happy to do what he couldn't and dared not do more than ten or twenty years ago.

He thought that meeting Jiang Pengji was the best accident in life. However, with the passage of time, the world changed. His identity from Fengsan, fengjue, fengjunshi to fengaiqing... Seems to have gained a lot, but in fact - he lost more when his identity changed. Some of these things are willing to give up, while others are helpless to lose due to the situation.

Many years later, the female bandit leader became the king of the world. When she called him "Feng San" drunk, Feng Jue also responded with a "drunken hazy" smile, seemingly intimate but actually alienated. In other words, they all know that each other is not drunk, just pretending to be drunk.

Once there was nothing to talk about, but now there is alienation and indifference.

Feng Jue had her own difficulties. She became the most hated person and embarked on the opposite road to her expectations.

The dream was long and meaningful. Feng Jue couldn't help smiling on his couch, and sometimes frowned and sad.

Until a bell came into his ear and woke him up from his dream.

"Outside... Why is it so noisy?"

Feng Jue opened his eyes. His gray beard made him seriously ill recently. His condition has only improved in recent days. Only then did he dream of fun when he was young.

The bell still rang outside, and Feng Jue felt very noisy.

At this time, the filial sons and grandchildren outside trembled and said, "emperor Dahang..."

Feng Jue doesn't sound right.

"Who?"

The eldest son looked pale and said, "emperor Dahang... Died half an hour ago..."

Feng Jue half sat on the bed and scattered the beads in his hand on the ground.

People who have been traveling together for nearly 40 years

So go?

The clock just now... Is the national funeral

They met at the end of the day and met by chance. Although it is absurd, it is also an interesting talk between monarchs and ministers.

The only failure of this anecdote is that the ending is not a favorite he, and the feelings between kings and ministers did not last until the end, but alienated and indifferent.

"Father... You... I'm sorry..."

Feng Jue was silent for a long time. From the beginning of the morning to the approaching of the evening, he regained his mind in a trance and picked up the scattered beads on the ground rigidly.

"Come on, change your clothes and go into the palace to see the first emperor."

When the emperor died, even if the minister couldn't get up, he had to climb over.

Feng Jue didn't know that the new emperor, who was oppressed by the gentry, still had some affection for Feng, but he couldn't take the initiative to send the handle to others.

The first emperor and the daughter of the first emperor are different after all.

"In the future... I'll make a living in your daughter's hands..."