Two Hundred and Seven: Farewell to My Best Friend

Today Feng Jin brought friends to visit, and Jiang Pengji hosted a banquet for the two of them at home.

She didn't go out to roam, and the audience in the live broadcast room felt a little bored watching it.

I am used to the anchor's style of doing things every day, but suddenly became so elegant and serious, I feel very uncomfortable.

As long as there is food, that's all. They can treat the live broadcast as a food show. They can't eat it through the screen, but they can enjoy watching it.

However, the food table brought by the maid, the food in it is very ordinary and does not arouse much appetite.

[Crab Soybean]: The food development in this era of anchors is so backward, it feels like that is the same thing, and I have no appetite.

[Scented Melon Seeds]: I thought I would see such a dazzling dish as Xiaodangjia, and after eating it, I had a flash of inspiration, but it turned out that I was thinking too much.

[Mochi Cake]: When entertaining guests, not to mention delicacies from mountains and seas, but the anchor should not make it so shabby, okay?

[Gross rice bowl]: It feels like a table of dozens of dishes in a small restaurant, and it’s better than the host’s.

Jiang Pengji felt wronged, how could she control this?

Some food is good, where is there room for pickiness?

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

The audience in the live broadcast room kept complaining that the food was not good, the dishes were single, and the seasoning was lacking. How could normal people eat it?

Obviously, both Feng Jin and Han Yu, who are normal people, felt that the Liu Manor was very careful about food and drink.

Satiated with wine and food, several maids brought down the food table.

Jiang Pengji looked at Feng Jin and said, "When is Mr. Wuma going to leave?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Han Yu's eyes. If he remembered correctly, it seemed that Feng Jin hadn't said anything about her visit since she came.

That being the case, how did this person know that Feng Jin was going to say goodbye?

Having experienced the same thing many times, Feng Jin has already calmed down.

"Not surprisingly, it should be tomorrow."

Feng Jin understands Mr. Wuma's eagerness for quick success,

The other party has "obtained" Liu She's support, which is equivalent to having an inexhaustible warehouse of rice and grain. In today's era when food is greater than the sky, there is food in hand and no panic.

If he gets the support of the Langya Wang family again and persuades them to make him ascend to the throne, the whole Dongqing will be his world.

Jiang Pengji sneered, "So urgent? It seems that that Wuma Langjun is also impatient, so impatient."

"For the sake of wealth and future prospects, it is normal to be impatient."

Feng Jin never forgot how many "unknown" forces they encountered on the way to Hejian County.

Not only did he not forget, but neither did Mr. Wuma, whose life was hanging by a thread.

If he does not fight for the throne, his end will be a dead end!

From the point of view of a prince, Mr. Wuma's thoughts are understandable.

It's a pity that this person's vision is so narrow.

What about ascending to the throne?

Will the three tribes in northern Xinjiang give up their covetous eyes on Dongqing?

Wouldn't the rest of the four countries covet Dongqing?

More importantly, does Mr. Wuma have the strength to contain the increasingly powerful and lawless family tycoon?

Probably not.

If he had such a long-term vision, he shouldn't have gone looking for Mrs. Wang.

Once he ascends to the throne with the assistance of the Wang family, the power of the aristocratic family will be completely emptied of the royal family, and Mr. Wuma is just a puppet emperor.

If Dongqing wanted to continue Guozuo, he must not allow the family to develop and expand unscrupulously.

Feng Jin couldn't speak these words, and he didn't have the position to speak, so he could only bury them deep in his heart.

Although they will be separated the next day, neither Feng Jin nor Jiang Pengji are hypocritical, they still talk and laugh.

It's just a temporary separation, not a permanent separation.

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

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

Feng Jin closed her eyes, "The situation is getting worse and worse...I really don't know how many times this situation can happen..."

"Huh?" Han Yu was puzzled. He didn't know where Feng Jin's worries came from. "If the world is in chaos, Huai Yu can show his talents. Looking at that Liu Langjun, he is not just in the pool, maybe In the future... you and him can still have a friendship."

Of course, if the two were to assist their respective Mingjun, then they could only do their own thing.

Hearing this, Feng Jin's mouth twitched, feeling that Han Yu and Jiang Pengji were on the same side.

Neither of them has a peaceful temperament, and they like to make troubles at every turn.

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

Just thinking about the chaos in the world now, how can the royal family feel embarrassed?

It can also be seen from this that in the eyes of the aristocratic family, the current Dongqing royal family is not worthy of its name.

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

On the second day, Jiang Pengji woke up early to bid farewell to Feng Jin at the Wind and Rain Pavilion outside the city.

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

Looking at Feng Jin's back waving goodbye sassyly, Jiang Pengji, who was not emotional at first, felt a little more emotional in her heart.

"I don't know when we will meet next time?"

I don't even know if the next meeting will be an enemy or a friend.

Jiang Pengji restrained her excess emotions, put her finger to her lips, and whistled, Dabai was already rushing forward.

"Walk!"

She got on the horse neatly, holding the rein with both hands, the motorcade in the distance had become smaller, and Feng Jin was nowhere to be seen.

Dabai snorted, and galloped towards the city gate.

Since the last time she sniped and intercepted the Meng family, Jiang Pengji liked the feeling of riding a horse more and more.

"Mr. Erlang, the people from the carpentry workshop are here, and they are waiting for you in the mansion."

As soon as he returned to the mansion, the concierge had already stepped forward to take the reins.

Jiang Pengji was originally displeased and indifferent, but when she heard someone coming from the carpentry workshop, her eyes suddenly lit up, shining brightly, as if they contained the brightest stars, which made people happy, "The person from the carpentry workshop? Where are you now, take me there quickly."

Feng Jin is the first friend Jiang Pengji met in this world, so the meaning is naturally different. Now that she leaves Hejian County, she has no reaction on her face, she doesn't say anything, but she still feels a little bit reluctant in her heart. It's just that these hypocritical little emotions are nothing compared to big things!

The concierge also lost his eyes with a smile, and quickly nodded and bowed, "I'm waiting for you in the mansion, Mr. Erlang, don't worry..."

How could Jiang Pengji hear what the concierge said?

The footsteps were windy, and the maids who came and went gave way one after another.

In order to save time, she said directly, "No need to salute, just go about your own business."

The door was opened quickly but not violently, and several craftsmen in linen clothes had been kneeling for a long time.

"No need to talk nonsense, just tell me how the crossbow I asked you to make is going well."

Jiang Pengji sat down neatly and avoided the complicated etiquette of several craftsmen.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally a craftsman spoke as the representative.

"Fortunately not disgraceful!"

The smile on Jiang Pengji's face suddenly stretched, and the light in her eyes became brighter, as if it could illuminate a room. (To be continued.)