Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 370 Human Face Peach Blossom Matching Red

  Zhang Ji was in high spirits. She fiddled with the newly grown shoots for a while, and smelled the flowers by the path for a while.

  When there is a breeze, the fragrance of flowers will come quietly.

  Birds sing among the red flowers and willows, and the wind grows on the top of the water.

  If it wasn't for Feng Tubie's panic at this time, in this season, it would be a beautiful thing to accompany a loli who can grow into a small appearance.

   "Brother Feng, can you help me make a willow whistle?"

  Zhang Ji stood on tiptoe, carefully broke off a willow branch, and handed it to Feng Yong, begging softly with her big eyes flashing.

  Back then he was called Feng Langjun, but now he has become the elder brother of the Feng family.

   This claim made Feng Tubie even more flustered, so that the willow whistle he made failed a bit, and Zhang Ji put it in his mouth and blew it hard for a long time without making a sound.

  I saw that she didn't speak, but she just clenched the willow whistle tightly in her hand, and looked at Feng Yong angrily with her mouth pouting, her big eyes were full of protest.

  Feng Tubie was a little embarrassed, so he had to make another one and hand it over.

  Unexpectedly, Zhang Ji didn't answer at all, "Brother Feng's family will blow it up and see."

  Feng Yong had no choice but to blow it in his mouth.

   There was only a "swoosh", which startled the birds not far away.

  Zhang Ji's eyes immediately turned crooked, and she jumped twice, reaching out her hand to grab it, and said softly, "Give it to me!"

"Why…"

   Before Feng Tubie had time to warn that there was saliva, Zhang Ji just took the willow whistle into his hand, and immediately put it in his mouth and began to blow.

  Seeing Zhang Ji's eyes that couldn't be more pure, Feng Tubie had no choice but to swallow the words that came to his mouth.

   Forget it, anyway, you won’t suffer.

  Thinking of two years ago, it seems to be the same situation?

  How old was Zhang Ji at that time?

  Evil, so evil...

  Zhang Ji blew all the way, and wherever he went, the birds flew into the air one after another, circling.

   "Brother Feng, do you think this peach blossom looks good?"

  In a corner of the garden, there is a peach tree covered with pink peach blossoms, and a thin layer has been laid on the ground.

  The two walked under the peach tree. Zhang Ji shook the peach tree gently, and the peach petals fell one after another, and two of them fell on Zhang Ji's hair.

   "The peach blossoms on the human face reflect each other red, how could it be unsightly?"

Although I kept saying that this was just a child, but seeing the girl in front of me standing on a layer of pink petals, the two peach blossoms on her hair added a bit of beauty, like an elf who came out of the second dimension Beautiful girl.

  Feng Tubie finally couldn't help but turn on the pretentious mode.

Today's Zhang Ji is not the ignorant girl who couldn't even understand "the graceful girl is ashamed, and the years are without worries" two years ago. She has participated in so many boudoir gatherings, and no one has ever talked about poetry and prose in front of her. ?

  It was too difficult to understand, but she could still understand this kind of words that sounded so plain.

  Hearing Feng Yong read such a sentence, Zhang Ji felt both ashamed and happy, and at the same time had a sweet feeling.

  This is written especially for myself!

   "Brother Feng, is there any more?"

  At this time, Zhang Ji's face was flushed with a faint blush, as the sentence said, complementing the peach blossoms.

"have what?"

   "Any more sentences? Just this one?"

   "One sentence is enough, too many, but not beautiful."

   Actually, it was because the next sentence could not be uttered. If I did, Zhang Ji would probably cry out of anger.

  The human face does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze.

  This is not in line with the situation at this time.

   With moist eyes, Zhang Ji said softly, "Brother Feng, can I ask you something?"

"What?"

   "Brother Feng, do you remember the peach grove you passed by when you came back?"

   "What about the rare beauty, where I reunited with you again, why don't you remember?"

The moistness in Zhang Ji's eyes was about to turn into water waves. She lowered her head and said shyly, "Then...then brother, can you take me there again? The owner of the Taolin promised to let me go to the deep Look around, but let me find another person who catches his eye. Younger sister thinks, brother is so powerful, he will definitely be able to catch the eyes of Master Taolin."

  Hearing this, Feng Tubie immediately broke out in a cold sweat!

  This... the development is a bit fast, it doesn't follow the script!

  Is this going to be a private date soon?

   Absolutely not!

   Thinking of Guan Xing's warning eyes before leaving, it was no joke.

   "This... well, I'm a little busy recently, I'm afraid I won't be able to spare time."

  Feng Yong wiped off his cold sweat, thinking that he really shouldn't be flirting with the little girl.

"oh…"

After hearing this, Zhang Ji really showed a look of extreme disappointment, bit her lower lip, and said softly, "This time the prime minister called brother back, presumably there must be something to tell brother. Now it's the eve of the Southern Expedition, ah It's normal for brother to be too busy."

  I just heard her sniff, then lowered her head and said, "This is my little sister's waywardness, please don't blame me."

  I feel pity, I really feel pity...

  If it weren't for the look in Guan Xing's eyes before he left, Feng Tubie couldn't help but agree to it.

"Productivity refers to the ability of members of society to jointly transform nature and transform society to obtain means of production and means of living. The relationship of production refers to the mutual relationship formed by laborers in the production process, including the ownership of the means of production, the organization and relationship of the production process. The three aspects of the division of labor and the distribution of products..."

  Feng Yong hurriedly recited the mantra of Ma Dabeard to clear his heart.

   "Then... Brother, can you help me think of an article?"

  Zhang Ji raised her head again, and said softly, "The owner of Taolin said that if he can find an article he has never seen before, he can also let me bring someone in."

   "The unified value theory believes that... this can be possible."

  Feng Yong didn't even think about it, and quickly agreed, in order to alleviate the guilt in his heart.

  A smile appeared on Zhang Ji's face again, pointing to the spring in front of her eyes, and said, "Then let's use spring as the topic! Brother, if you think about it, then..."

   Oh, what a beautiful smile.

   No wonder those sophomores in the later generations always like to say that your smile is guarded by me, it really makes sense.

  Feng Yong thought this way, and then looked at the person in front of him, his heart was agitated, and he couldn't hold it back for a while, so he read a sentence:

   "Yunxiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold of Revlon. If you don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaotai under the moon."

  Zhang Ji originally meant to ask Feng Yong to go back and think about it before telling her. He never thought that the man in front of him would have read out before he finished speaking.

  And...and it sounds like he is praising himself!

Zhang Ji opened her mouth slightly, her eyes showed horror and disbelief, she took two steps forward, grabbed Feng Yong's clothes tightly, and begged, "Feng Lang...can you slow down? I didn't remember. come down."

  Feng Yong nodded and read it again slowly.

   That's right, I'm talking about myself!

  Although I didn't fully understand the meaning inside, just the first sentence already made people immerse themselves in it.

  Yun Xiang clothes Hua Xiangrong...

What a nice view!

   I don't know how the man in front of me came up with such a sentence.

   I'm afraid that in the world, no one can compare to him, right?

   "Brother, what is the name of this article?"

  Zhang Ji pulled Feng Yong's sleeve and refused to let go. Seeing her like this, as long as Feng Yong's hand is around a little, she will snuggle into her arms.

   "Cough... no name, um, I didn't think of a name for a while, this is the Qingping tune in Yuefu, and it was sung."

   "Brother is good at writing Yuefu..."

  Zhang Ji's face was burning, but his eyes seemed to be dripping water.

   "Hehe, um, maybe, I like to listen to Yuefu..."

  Feng Yong felt a little overwhelmed, took a step back quietly, and said in his mouth, "Si Niang, I will find a pen and ink and copy it down, so as not to forget it later!"

   After speaking, she broke Zhang Ji's hand and ran away.

   (This is Yuefu poetry, not a melody unique to the Tang Dynasty. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty created Yuefu, and Yuefu poems were popular in the Han, Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. There are more five-character poems, and there are also seven-character and miscellaneous words. Don’t get me wrong.)

  (end of this chapter)