Back Off, Let Me Come

  Chapter 711 Chapter 711: Stripping Cocoon 【Two in One】

"You, you dare?" The old enemy looked at Zhao Feng as if he was looking at a pervert, the muscles on both sides of his nose twitched, his eyes were as fierce as wild animals, and he wanted to eat his life, "Zhao, today's shame, I will definitely Take your life!"

  Wu Xian was terrified when he heard it in the tent.

"Death? Because of you old man?" Zhao Feng has had a rough time in the past few years, a considerable part of which was caused by this old thing in front of him. I have been holding back the fire for a long time, and let it out directly today, "I like your son because I think highly of you, otherwise, with your old face like a pumpkin, even if you marry a woman like a fairy, your son who loses money If you stick to my old Zhao's house, don't even try to find the main entrance!"

  Wu Xian: "!!"

  The old enemy couldn't hold back anymore! !

  Raised his hand and drew the sharp sword from his waist with a swipe.

  Sadly, angry and ashamed, he said, "Zhao Pif—"

Before he could do anything, Wu Xian slammed open the curtain of the tent, with rare anger brewing on his face, he snapped, "What are you doing? Are you going to fight to the death outside the main tent? Are you going to kill me?" Is the lord in your eyes?"

   Zhao Feng and his arch-enemy bowed in unison.

   Said in unison: "The last general/subordinate dare not."

   Wu Xian was still angry, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing wildly. Catalyzed by the anger, the tone of the speech was much heavier than usual: "Don't you dare? You two say that you don't dare to do that, but you dare to act, and you are even more courageous in your heart!"

  Zhao Feng and his deadly enemy looked at each other, both disgusted.

  Because of Wu Xian's interruption, the two of them didn't really start fighting, but it didn't prevent this gossip from flying all over Wu Xian's camp. Although Zhao Feng has been unsatisfactory in the past two years, his strength lies here, and Wu Xian should still use it. Naturally, many people are willing to associate with him. Zhao Feng returned to the tent, before his buttocks were warmed by the mat, there was arrogant laughter outside the tent.

   Zhao Feng knew who was coming as soon as he heard it.

   said: "If you want to laugh, come in and laugh."

  The curtain of the camp tent was opened, and a scribe with a goatee came in. The other party was wearing a dark green Confucian shirt, but the clothes were slightly whitish with starch. Although he is dressed as a standard scribe, judging from his clothes, this person is not doing well: "The great feat has been spread all over the world just now. You have changed your **** today, or what? Why can't you bear it all of a sudden, and still talk to him?" Choke?"

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes angrily: "How can you bear it? If you bear it any longer, I will be as good as a king! I was originally upset, but he still lingers. I used to dislike him, but now I don't like him even more! Cursed Just scold him, is it possible that you have to check the auspicious days before scolding him? Is he worthy? Bah! Bad luck!"

   Zhao Feng has been on the battlefield for so many years, has experienced countless lives and deaths, and is well aware of the danger. Zhao Wei left his sight and went to another battlefield. How could he not be anxious? He was worried about his daughter's safety. But there is still an eyesore jumping out.

  I couldn't control my emotions at once.

  The scribe laughed loudly: "Kung fu is good at talking."

   Said and sat down opposite Zhao Feng.

   Zhao Feng asked him: "Did Gong Su say nothing?"

  He only cared about his own pleasure, forgot about Qin Li's situation for a while, calmed down and was a little worried, so he couldn't help asking the scribes.

  The scribe laughed and said, "Now you care about Gongsu?"

  Zhao Feng scratched his unwashed hair for several days, embarrassed and guilty: "Oh, I had a reason for the incident, and I didn't deliberately provoke trouble. If Gong Su blames it for this, he has nothing to say."

  The scribe gave him a reassurance.

   smiled: "Don't worry, Gong Su is also laughing."

  Is it lively, who doesn't like to watch it?

   Their lineage has been squeezed out in Tianhai for many years. If it weren't for Qin Li's use, Zhao Feng's force is not weak, and life would be so sad. The protagonist Wu Xian can't say that he did a bad job, but he is too soft-hearted, and he is very nostalgic. The side wives in the backyard are either sisters sent by someone, or they are related to someone. The faction headed by Qin Li was at a natural disadvantage. Even though Wu Xian followed Qin Li in everything in his official affairs, the exclusion he encountered both openly and secretly was always present and eye-catching.

   Zhao Feng's outburst also gave them a sigh of relief.

   "It's good that Gong Su is not angry."

  Zhao Feng was completely relieved after hearing the words, but the other party said the next sentence, which made him almost choke the cold water he hadn't swallowed: "Dayi, when did you become so masculine?"

   Zhao Feng, who was murdered by wind criticism: "..."

   Zhao Feng became angry from embarrassment: "!!"

   "Since when did I become masculine?"

  He was so frightened that his voice broke.

The scribe said: "You are not manly, why do you want to accept someone's son as a male favorite? Or a smooth male favorite? If you really accept his son, let's not say whether he will fight you hard or not. According to your seniority, you You have to call him father-in-law. This is too bad."

Zhao Feng helped his forehead helplessly: "...It was our eldest daughter who suddenly wanted a male favourite. I was thinking about this matter in my heart. When he happened to bump into me, I thought of disgusting him. How did it spread that I want a male favourite? Is it? Aren't you bad my reputation?"

  He has seen the power of rumors.

  The scribes laughed again when they understood, and said: "It turns out that our eldest lady wants it, so I have to give it! How much does she want? What does it look like? We are uncles, so we can't be stingy."

   Zhao Wei grew up with a lot of uncles and uncles when they were young, which made them dote on the eldest daughter of Zhao Feng's family. In Zhao Feng's words, Zhao Wei doesn't want the stars, the moon and the sun in the sky, so raising a pet boy is a big deal?

   This is not enough, it seems that the uncle is stingy.

   Zhao Feng rolled his eyes for the second time: "Dawei has the courage to run away from home to fight against the marriage, it must be you old bastards."

   Fortunately Zhao Wei is not a man.

   Otherwise, he would have been turned into a dude by these people long ago.

  The scribe rubbed his chin: "Dawei? You can just call yourself Dayi, and give your daughter such a casual nickname? Can our daughter still wear her martial arts and tiger charm?"

  The word Zhao Feng, at first glance, seems ingenious and has a bit of culture, but everyone came from the same place, so how can you not know its inside story? It's fine for him to be unreliable, why is he cheating on his daughter? Dawei, does this sound good?

   Bang Dang—

   Zhao Feng spilled the tea on the table and dropped the bowl. He looked up at the scribe in horror: "You, how do you know?"

  Back then, he promised to hide for Bai Su that she had condensed her courage as a daughter. Even if he vaguely guessed something later, he never thought of telling Wu Xian, not even Qin Li. He was tight-lipped and prepared to carry his secrets into the coffin.

  After knowing that his daughter Zhao Wei has also become one of them, Zhao Feng only has surprise in his heart, surprised that Zhao Wei has the power to protect himself. Even if one day he dies in battle, his daughter will be able to stand on her own feet. At this time, he has no reason to reveal the secret.

   Not only will they not reveal it, but they will try their best to conceal it.

   Who knows that the person in front of me actually knows.

  He knows, does it mean that Qin Li also...

The scribe saw his thoughts, and lightly tapped the back of Zhao Feng's hand with the knife fan in his hand, bringing him back to his senses: "Don't worry, the old man didn't tell anyone. Not to mention that this is related to the safety of our eldest daughter, even if there is no such relationship, There is no need to tell Qin Gongsu."

  Zhao Feng vaguely heard some dissatisfaction from his mouth.

   "How do you say that?"

The scribe turned the knife fan in his hand, his eyes were deep, and there was a bit of a sigh in his words: "Gong Su has been doing his best and loyal to the lord these years, and he has devoted all his heart to repaying him for adopting and rescuing him back then... For such a sacrifice, one piece The stubborn stone should also be warmed up, but the lord is still swaying from side to side, unwilling to fully trust us. Alas, I can't help but feel a little bit unhappy."

  Tianhai is too exclusive.

  Wu Xian didn't have the courage to really suppress the Tianhai faction who made troubles for Qin Li's lineage. As time went on, the contradictions between the two factions increased. Wu Xian thought he had leveled the water, but he didn't know that the calm was the result of their retreat and retreat, tolerance and tolerance. That being the case, how to force them to be unreservedly loyal?

   Zhao Fengshou Nuo replaced Bai Su and concealed it for Shen Tang, but the scribes noticed the clues and kept silent, which is normal.

   "Then Gongsu...does he notice it?"

   This is what Zhao Feng is most worried about.

  The scribe laughed at himself and said: "Gongsu has been so tired that his hair has turned gray in the past few years, and his time with us has been taken up. It's not that I, a big idler, have time to wander around. How did he know?"

  Zhao Feng was completely relieved, but a little speechless.

   scolded: "You old man following me?"

The scribe raised his eyebrows and said, "Who said that? How can we spend so much time running behind your ass? We saw a big **** the battlefield, and I only recognized her when I saw her marksmanship. If we didn't recognize you, you think She only suffered a slight shoulder injury?"

  Shen Tang’s tent is a small group of literati, the focus is not on the military formation but on the generals. Zhao Wei is still a young man with a low military rank, so how can he be entitled to the increase in the general’s speech power? Isn't it his uncle who opened a back door?

   To be honest, he was shocked when he saw it.

  Zhao Wei's marksmanship is too familiar, and if she takes a closer look, the young general's face is also familiar. Not sure, look again.

  The more she looked, the more she looked like the eldest daughter of Zhao Feng's family who had run away from home.

  After that, he began to pay attention to Zhao Feng's trace.

  Finally, Zhao Feng met Zhao Wei in private, and he was even more convinced that the brave warrior was Zhao Wei. It's a scam today, it's true. He raised his eyebrows: "Tsk, Zhao Dayi, you have kept it a secret."

Zhao Feng said helplessly: "Isn't there no way, Dawei is the heart of this old man, you have the heart to kill her as a heretic?" This is also the main reason why he didn't ask Zhao Wei to come back, staying by his side, he Can't protect Zhao Wei.

   Gather courage with the body of a daughter...

   Zhao Feng is well-informed and has a clear heart. His political opponents are a little bit bad-minded, and he will be accused of "a hen that wakes up the morning" and "a strange omen". By then, what kind of drought, locust plague, and waterlogging will all be planted on Zhao Wei's head, and they will not be forced to death?

He was all worried and said: "It is clear that there is no tiger in the husband's market, but if three people say it, it will become a tiger... What I am afraid of is that everyone's words will make money! What I am afraid of is that people's words are terrible! What I am afraid of is this day. , even if you give up this life, you won't be able to protect her!"

  What Zhao Feng can think of, the scribes can also think of.

He asked Zhao Feng a question: "Dayi, have you ever thought about it—why do you think that Shen Jun will be able to tolerate the lord?" On this issue, even Zhao Feng didn't realize it, and he subconsciously chose to trust Shen Jun. Tang instead of Wu Xian.

   Zhao Feng explained: "There is a general in Shen Jun's tent. I can't tell you the specific name, but she is also a woman. Shen Jun can tolerate her, and naturally he can shelter Dawei. Is this wrong?"

"Then have you ever thought about why Shen Jun can tolerate that female general?" The scribe looked at Zhao Feng with a half-smile, and then opened his mouth to cut off his retreat, "Dayi, don't use words such as 'Shen Jun thought Enlightened and benevolent' reasons prevaricate us..."

   Zhao Feng hesitated.

   "This, this... what reason can there be?"

The scribe fan pointed at the table: "Have you ever thought about it from another level, this Shen Jun who is flaunting outside all day is also a woman? It is because of this that she can accept the female general you speak of without any grievances." , accepted our eldest daughter?"

   Zhao Feng: "..."

  Scholars are not very useful in Wu Xian's tent, but Shen Tang likes to visit everywhere, and scribes have seen Shen Tang from afar. That face is too beautiful and handsome, if you don't look at the Wenxin monogram on the other side's waist, you must think that it is a female monarch, or a beautiful female monarch who can overwhelm the beauty of the world. However, facing the Wenxin monogram, all these thoughts dissipated.

   "No matter how you look at it, she is a woman, right?"

  Zhao Feng: "Shen Jun has a monogram with a literary heart..."

  The scribe rolled his eyes: "Our daughter still has a talisman, why is she running away from home for two years and suddenly grew roots?"

  Zhao Feng: "...can you stop being so vulgar?"

  The scribe chuckled, as if he was mocking that Zhao Feng would talk about being gentle one day. Zhao Feng was ridiculed by him, but he was thick-skinned and couldn't break the defense: "Even if, even... So what if Shen Jun is a daughter? It's meaningless."

   The big guys are allies now.

  Shen Tang's side showed their tyrannical strength again.

  The allied forces of the Dragon Slaying Bureau still want to do something?

  The scribe said: "How can it be meaningless? Don't you wonder why this Shen Jun can condense his literary heart? What no one has done in the past two hundred years, let her/he do it..."

  If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

Zhao Feng was not sure what his colleagues were thinking, and argued: "Why are you sure that no one has done it for more than two hundred years? Maybe it has been done before that, but it's not known if it died before it matured. In my opinion, you Just thinking too much—”

  The scribe tapped on the table with the handle of the knife fan.

  Da da da da, every sound has a rhythm.

After quite a while, just when Zhao Feng thought that he had stopped making trouble, the scribe said quietly: "Speaking of which, there was a battle between two dragons in the sky of Xiaocheng back then. You don't know what it means. Why, since then No news after that?"

   Zhao Feng was a little confused at first, not knowing what he said.

   After he understood, his face suddenly changed.

He stood up on the spot, and the scribe comforted him: "The reaction doesn't have to be so big. The old man used the spirit of speech before he came in. No one will hear you even if you yell out loud. These personal words are only here to talk about. It will not be passed on outside."

   Even so, Zhao Feng lowered his voice.

   Seriously said: "This matter is no small matter..."

  He was more worried about his daughter's safety.

  The scribe also said in a low voice: "Just because I know it, I need to find out more clearly. Dayi, you have the grace to save the Lord's life, and you are so angry, have you ever thought about—"

  Before he finished speaking, Zhao Feng raised his hand to stop him.

  _(:з」∠)_

   Sure enough, the tonsils are inflamed, and my voice is hoarse...

  (end of this chapter)