Chapter 653

Yuchi Gong is crazy.

In Qin Shubao's words, he finally connected all this.

He has also heard of Chang'an Academy. After all, his two sons have been bound to the crown prince. Can he not know?

But I only knew that it was a 20-year-old man named Zhang Feng. With three poems, he was jointly recommended by Yu Shinan, Chu suiliang and other four great Confucianism to run for the great Confucianism.

But why didn't he associate it with this boy?

This offended Zhang Feng. He suddenly felt that his two silly sons were going to be unlucky.

With a quick fist, Yuchi Gong looked up and down at Zhang Feng and said, "it turns out that the little friend is the popular little friend of Zhang Feng! I really don't know each other! Today is my old Yu Mang's collision. Don't worry, a car of Korean ginseng will be delivered in three days, which will be my compensation!"

"I've heard that the Shushan academy is amazing, but you've also seen it. Old brother, I don't know a lot of big words, but I got a book about Han Feizi before. Please accept it!"

Zhang Feng's face changed.

Han Feizi!

Since it's Han Feizi.

And it's a rare book.

In later generations, Han Feizi can only be summarized from the rumors of all dynasties and generations, as well as a few words, and the real Han Feizi has long disappeared in the long river of history.

Although he doesn't know whether this Han Feizi is the authentic work of Han Fei, it's also a card to get to the academy!

What are the ancient academies compared with?

Compared with the talented people in high school and how many books they have.

And what is the competition in the collection?

These are the rare books, the lonely books.

Especially the rare and isolated ancient books before Qin Dynasty.

After all, it was a fascinating era, and now everything basically evolved from what works.

Like Sun Tzu's art of war and so on.

Zhang Feng hurriedly said, "boy, thank you for the gift from Lao Yu. I remember this feeling. If I can find something useful in the future, it doesn't hurt!"

Yuchi Gong was overjoyed at the speech.

Really, it confirms the old saying that children can't trap wolves.

Although Han Feizi can't understand it, he's not stupid!

Someone has already copied at least ten copies. As for giving up love and giving the orphan to Zhang Feng, on the one hand, it is for his son, on the other hand.

That's the book of war.

Zhang Feng was ready to propose a toast, but when he saw the empty table and the tumbling Cheng Yaojin in the tavern, he patted his head and said, "boy, please sit down. I'll go to order the wine and dishes now!"

While talking, Zhang Feng hurriedly took off his Confucian robe and drilled into the kitchen.

Wearing this thing is really a hindrance. I don't know why people in this era pay so much attention to this robe.

In less than a quarter of an hour.

Zhang Feng hurriedly made some wine and vegetables, and specially got two hard dishes from the crucian carp and crab raised in the backyard water tank.

As soon as Zhang Feng got on the table, the three people on the wine table had already poured and drank by themselves. Seeing Zhang Feng's arrival, Yuchi Gong and Qin Qiong got up and took the delicious food on the tray.

Their greedy insects have long been hooked by the aroma of the kitchen. They can't sit still.

After several people wolfed down, Zhang Feng raised the wine jar and said, "Lao Yu, Lao Qin, since you are friends with Lao Chen..."

"Fengzi, these two guys are the capable generals under Lao Li's hands. If they weren't in Longyou, Lao Li didn't live so peacefully. It's better to say that they are his subordinates. They are Lao Li's brothers like us. You're just like us. These stereotypes are free! They're all big and rough. There's no need to be so gentle!"

Zhang Feng suddenly heard the speech.

No longer literary, in one fell swoop wine.

"Little brother, drink first. Feel free!"

While talking, Zhang Feng raised the wine jar to pour it fiercely, but before the wine jar touched his mouth, a strong and pungent smell of wine made Zhang Feng frown.

Lao Tzu, who is the high number of Baijiu for Lao Tzu?

If this jar goes down, I can't go to see the king of hell

But now, the force has been loaded out, and Cheng Yaojin and Zhang Feng are so heroic. How can they lag behind others?

And there was something important to find Zhang Feng today. The three people also drank the wine in one fell swoop.

There was no way. Zhang Feng looked around and smelled the wine. He couldn't find out who changed the wine. It was also worth a few mouthfuls.

After a few mouthfuls, Zhang Feng counseled.

He sat down dizzy and coughed.

The three generals, on the contrary, were still drinking boiled water.

"Good wine!"

"Hahaha, the wine here is really so magical! The grandson Lao Hei hides it as a treasure. Come on, come on, Feng Zi, go on! Since Lao Hei calls you Feng Zi, I'll call you so!"

Yuchi Gong drank a lot of wine, and there was a prohibition on alcohol in the army. He hasn't touched wine for almost a year. Now he still drinks such fine wine. How can he not drink it?

But Zhang Feng's thunder and heavy rain were small, and Yuchi Gong was unwilling.

Shaking his beard, patted Zhang Feng on the shoulder and said, "Feng Zi, how can you drop? Do you look down on brother?"

Zhang Feng looked at the fleas climbing up and down Yuchi Gong's curved beard in horror. He couldn't help but burst his scalp.

With Captain Chi Gong's slap, Zhang Feng only felt that his left shoulder had been hit hard. His body stumbled and almost fell.

Yuchi Gong was surprised.

"Feng Zi, what's the matter with you? Didn't you collapse last night? Why is the body so weak for someone who can make such a magical military science?"

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