Planning to marry the third master

During the stalemate, Feng Zhuohua was wondering what Yang Ji wanted to do with her, and whether he was waiting for her by not following him.

Sure enough, someone else came to pass on the message, and said with a folded hand: "Your brother will also be on duty in Longxi in the future, and he will need the protection of our general. Is the general's wife sure she doesn't want to see our general?"

If a rough person said this, he might not understand the meaning. Unfortunately, there is no stupid person here. Even Mu Dalei heard it. He had to see this person.

It was not his job to take charge of this matter, he could only guarantee Feng Zhuohua's personal safety.

It was impossible for Yang Ji to move anyone in Bian Jing, so thinking this way, he didn't bother with it any more.

Feng Zhuohua said: "I am narrow-minded. Now you can go and see your general."

Qin Lian took the lead and brought Feng Zhuohua to see Yang Ji.

It was a short distance, just above the teahouse. Feng Zhuohua was thinking as she walked, could it be that this person had been paying attention to her and was waiting for her?

When I entered the private room, I saw two cups of tea on the table. I thought the other person had already left, or had gone to another private room.

Feng Zhuohua bowed: "Meet General Yang."

Yang Ji said, "I didn't expect it would be so difficult to say a few words to you. Forget it, this general doesn't even bother talking to a woman, so Madam, please go back."

Feng Zhuohua didn't like to play the game of apology, so he curved his lips with a sneer and said, "If I really leave, General Yang Ji's plan will be in vain."

Yang Ji turned his head and looked Feng Zhuohua straight in the eye, saying: "You seem like a woman who is not afraid of anything. You have some character, if you were a man, you could be a general."

Feng Zhuohua took off his cloak, put it on his hand, sat opposite Yang Ji, and said, "General Yang, please look at me. It's still early today. General Yang Ji, just say whatever you want to say."

Yang Ji felt that the topic was being led by a woman. A few words made him realize that the woman in front of him was smart, and not just ordinary smart. He envied the woman's elders a little bit and said, "I wish I had a daughter as smart as you." He poured tea and didn't expect to get to the point so quickly.

Feng Zhuohua couldn't help but ask: "General Yang needs a daughter?"

Yang Ji nodded and said, "I have a little daughter who has been smart since she was young. Unfortunately, the weather in Beirong is very cold and she didn't live past the age of seven. If she had grown up, she would be about your age."

It is human nature for a mother to love her children. Feng Zhuohua had no idea about Yang Ji's family, so she couldn't say anything.

The scene became silent, Yang Ji seemed to be missing his daughter. After a long while, he asked Feng Zhuohua, "How old are you?"

"Twenty to three."

"You are older than her. I used to disdain the behavior of those foster parents, but today I have this thought after seeing you."

Feng Zhuohua frowned. This was a sudden idea and it was not his original intention.

She frowned and said nothing, her expression naturally showing a bit of confusion, which made Yang Ji laugh. He said, "How about it? You can think about it carefully. After all, I have status and position, and Xie San is also familiar with me. It's not a loss for him to recognize me as his godfather."

Feng Zhuohua naturally did not like the act of recognizing a thief as his father, and he was not familiar with Yang Ji, so he refused and said, "I thought General Yang was joking."

Yang Ji picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and chatted, "It's good in Bianjing. This kind of tea is not available in Longxi."

If Feng Zhuohua didn't respond, Yang Ji would always tell him the purpose of his visit.

Qing Yue was impatient, pushed the door into the private room, and said, "Madam, haven't you finished yet?"

Yang Ji frowned, glanced at the worldly-looking woman at the door, and narrowed his eyes.

Feng Zhuohua said: "It's a bit difficult to give birth, please wait a little longer."

Qingyue smiled and said, "Then it won't be dark by the time the baby is born." Then she closed the door.

This slap in the face made Yang Ji a little angry, but he endured it and talked about business, saying: "Your brother is a rare talent."

These are not the main points, Feng Zhuohua did not respond.

"The territory of Longxi is not peaceful."

Feng Zhuohua raised his eyes, his eyes were sharp, and he said: "Let me speak frankly on behalf of General Yang. My brother's life and death is in your hands."

Yang Ji smiled and nodded, "Madam is indeed smart."

"Tell me your purpose."

Yang Ji did not beat around the bush at this moment and said, "You, come with me to collect the west."

Feng Zhuohua narrowed his eyes and said, "You want to use me to threaten the Third Master?"

Yang Ji nodded and said, "You won't be in any trouble. When this is done, he, you, and your brother will all enjoy endless wealth and glory."

Feng Zhuohua was angry. This was the darkness of the court, so dark that it didn't take human life seriously. He said coldly, "What if I don't agree?"

Yang Ji curved his lips and said, "Then we can't guarantee when an accident will happen."

Feng Zhuohua said: "I'm pregnant and can't leave."

Yang Ji helped her to deal with her daughter's excuse and said, "Don't worry, my people can definitely take you to Longxi safely, and even take good care of you, so that you can have a safe delivery."

Feng Zhuohua was thinking about the key to breaking the deadlock in her mind, but Feng Zhuoming was holding her weak spot.

Time stood still, and Feng Zhuohua became unusually calm again.

Yang Ji was not in a hurry and waited for Feng Zhuohua to slowly figure it out.

After a long while, Feng Zhuohua said, "Aren't you afraid that the Third Master will find out and take revenge?"

Yang Ji said: "Because of you, he can disown his brother. I think he can also obey you."

Feng Zhuohua clenched his fists, his face showing anger.

mean!

Feng Zhuohua said: "You can't take me away. The Baili family won't agree, and even the Xie family won't agree."

Yang Ji curved his lips and said, "If you have the ability, find a reasonable excuse."

Feng Zhuohua had never been as angry as he was now, but he endured it and his face became increasingly cold.

Yang Ji said: "By the way, you have to let Xie San know that you are here with me, and don't let him have any complaints."

Feng Zhuo closed his eyes and thought about the consequences of his opposition. Feng Zhuoming naturally couldn't let anything happen to him. After all, it didn't matter who became the emperor to Xie Yunxiao, it was just that too many people were afraid of him.

She also couldn't let Zhuo Ming feel pressured or being controlled by others, as she was now wanting to die together with him, let alone Zhuo Ming.

After opening his eyes again, he had to make a decision and said, "Promise me to be safe, and please promise not to let my brother know about my situation."

Yang Ji nodded and said, "Of course."

Feng Zhuohua said: "I am surrounded by the Third Master's people, so I can't go with you now. You have to give me some time."

"As expected, the love between brother and sister is deep. I will give you two days. I will wait for you at Sanlitun then."

Feng Zhuohua stood up, unable to stay any longer.