You don't need to know who your father is, but you need to know who your father is!
Hearing Jiang Pengji's declaration, Feng Jue was stunned on the spot. A wanton evil smile appeared on his face.
"Second Brother, is this the Liu Lanting that you always talk about? It's true that hearing about you is not as good as meeting you in person. What a madman. "
Not to mention anything else, just this rebellious arrogance was quite to his liking.
Feng Jin secretly caught a glimpse of his younger brother's infatuated expression. He couldn't help but raise his hand and tug on his sleeve, pulling him out of the battle circle. He didn't want his third brother to be innocently implicated. If he was beaten up by Jiang Pengji, he would have been beaten up for nothing. There would be no place for him to argue.
As he spoke, Secretary Huang's grandson held his sore waist with one hand and covered his slapped face with the other as he limped towards Feng Jue.
"Brother Jue, it's my fault this time. I've implicated you. Hiss — this stinking fatty, it hurts a lot when he hits me!"
Secretary Huang's grandson grimaced in pain. In terms of nominal age, he was two years older than Feng Jue, but in terms of months, it was only two or three months a year. Probably because he often fell and rolled, he looked stronger than his peers, but his head was a little injured.
Feng Jue secretly held back his laughter and revealed concern on his face. "It's fine. It's just that when Bogao returns this time, I'm afraid he will be punished by the Family Law rattan."
When he heard the words' Family Technique Rattan ', his face, which looked as if a palette of colors had been overturned, became even more distorted, making him look even more abstract.
"Alas … Don't talk about it. I'll definitely be beaten when I go back this time." Secretary Huang's grandson looked sullen, and his face was full of drama.
When he was free, he secretly glanced at Feng Jue. Seeing that Feng Jue had no intention of distancing himself from him, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, even if he hated others who humiliated him because he was the descendant of a eunuch, he could not deny his family background. It was also the source of his inferiority complex. It was not easy for him to meet a like-minded friend who came from a prestigious family. He really did not want to lose Feng Jue because of this.
"This is Huaijie's good friend?"
Feng Jin did not care about the chaotic situation on the field, because he knew very well that those minions were not even enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.
Feng Jin's younger brother was called Feng Jue. His courtesy name was Huaijie.
This generation of the Feng Clan's descendants were mostly named with words related to jade.
Hearing Feng Jin mention him, Secretary Huang's grandson quickly put away his playful expression and said seriously, "That's me."
Feng Jue introduced, "Second Brother, this is Huang Song, the classmate and good friend I've always mentioned. He's the disciple of the Great Scholar, Mr. Ji."
Dongqing had a strong academic atmosphere, and there were many great scholars. Although the Mr. Ji that Feng Jue mentioned was not comparable to Master Yuanjing, he was still a very famous great scholar within the borders of Dongqing. Huang Song was able to use the title of the eunuch's descendant and become the disciple of a famous teacher. Obviously, he had some skills.
Huang Song hurriedly said, "I don't deserve it. Second Brother Feng can just call me Bogao."
Feng Jin smiled gently and nodded. "Then it would be impolite of me to refuse."
Huang Song was very sensitive to the emotional changes of others. He immediately knew that Feng Jin was keeping a distance from him.
He wasn't too upset about this.
If others knew that he was Secretary Huang's adopted grandson, they would have covered their noses and walked away. Very few people were willing to have a normal conversation with him.
Feng Jin's attitude was actually very good.
He was so focused on recognizing people that he almost forgot that Jiang Pengji was still fighting with Fang Pangzi. Huang Song slapped his forehead with one hand and hurriedly turned to ask Feng Jue.
"Brother Jue, should we call for help?"
Feng Jue lowered his eyelids and pouted. "Does he look like he needs help?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Song also turned his head to look at the situation of the fight in the hall. He happened to see a huge black shadow fall at his feet.
Huang Song was so scared that he hurriedly took two steps back. He was still in shock.
"Come! Now tell me, who's the father? "
"You're the father! You're the father! "
Fang Pangzi could still be arrogant at first, but as the servants died one by one and became paralyzed at his feet, his confidence became more and more fragile. He was like a snail that had its shell removed, revealing its tender body to be trampled on by others. He didn't feel the slightest sense of security.
In an instant, he responded to whatever Jiang Pengji said with tears and snot flowing down his face.
Jiang Pengji lifted her leg and kicked the servant who was blocking the way aside. She grabbed Fang Pangzi's collar with one hand and lifted him up with one hand while Huang Song's eyes almost popped out of his head. "Say it again. My ears aren't good. I didn't hear it."
"Father, you're my father!" Fang Pangzi was tall and sturdy, but it was all fat. He was shorter than Jiang Pengji by a head. Now that she lifted him up like a little chick, he was scared out of his wits. He shrank his neck like a quail and spoke incoherently.
When Huang Song saw this, he was secretly speechless. He almost bit his tongue. He muttered in a low voice, "Oh my, that damn fatty weighs more than two dans, but he actually lifted him up with one hand … This … This is simply innate divine strength!"
One dans was equivalent to about 50 kilograms. Two dans was a full 200 kilograms, and this was just an estimated figure.
Looking at Fang Pangzi's body size, he was at least 240 kilograms.
His arms were thin, but he didn't expect his strength to be so great!
Only then did he realize that Jiang Pengji had single-handedly defeated all the servants and fighters that Fang Pangzi had brought. Everyone had been beaten black and blue. Even though no one had died, looking at the degree of swelling, they would not be able to leave the house for the next two weeks and would not be able to see anyone.
When he saw this, Huang Song's eyes revealed his appreciation for talent. He was eager to make friends with her.
"It's not a secret that Langjun was born with divine strength."
Xu Ke chuckled, as if the person who emitted the aura of a ruffian was not his Langjun.
"Eh? May I know where your Langjun's ancestral home is and where he lives? "Huang Song asked with his hands cupped together. He was rather gentlemanly.
"My Langjun's ancestral home is in Hejian. He has lived here for a long time. His family is Liu, "Xu Ke said plainly. When Huang Song met his eyes, he faintly felt a sense of fear, as if his thoughts had been seen through." The magistrate of Chongzhou, Liu She, is Langjun's father. "
This background was not something that the descendants of eunuchs could covet.
Xu Ke added silently in his heart.
Liu She's son, Liu Xi?
Huang Song suddenly thought of something. "Are you saying that he is the Liu Xi who was born with divine strength and chased the tiger across the ravine?"
Chased the tiger across the ravine!
This was a term used to describe a fierce general in the previous dynasty. It meant that this person was incomparably fierce. Even a ferocious tiger would break into a run when it saw him.
Although Jiang Pengji was also born with divine strength, her reputation was not prominent. Until she left Langye, she gambled with someone and killed two tigers. She even brought the two tiger carcasses around the city and flaunted them around her opponent's house. She was so angry that she vomited blood. Her fierce reputation spread because of that.
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