"Come on, Zihu, brother, I'll give you a cup!" During the meal, Yuan Shao warmly welcomed Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng was a little confused. What happened to Yuan Shao? What was so stimulating? Why did he suddenly become... like this?

Although I was puzzled, I had to pretend on the surface, "Haha, how can I let Brother Benchu ​​respect me? It should be my brother to respect me!" Zhao Feng raised his glass and toasted me back.

Zhao Feng was not afraid of this toast word. He was very familiar with people and many people in his last year.

"Brother Benchu ​​is a hero and hero, and the descendants of the fourth generation and the third generation. I admire him very much. Come on, I would like to pay my respects to Brother Benchu ​​again!" Zhao Feng raised his glass again to persuade him to drink.

"Haha, okay, let's drink!" Yuan Shao was immediately overjoyed when he heard such praise.

After drinking several cups, Yuan Shao was already drunk and confused. You know, the two of them drank nectar and jade liquid. Although they were only at the lowest level, they were at least thirty degrees!

"Brother Benchu, no...no! I can't drink anymore!" Zhao Feng said pretending to be drunk.

"Hahaha, Zihu is drunk!" Yuan Shao laughed happily, feeling proud. He finally had a place to defeat Zhao Feng! Then he lay on the table and fell asleep.

"Haha!" Zhao Feng shook his head with a smile, got up and went out, and walked towards the Zhen Mansion.

Why did Zhao Feng set the meeting place in Zhongshan? First of all, because Zhongshan is close to Youzhou, it is easy to escape. What is the most important thing? It is because Zhongshan has the Zhen family here! With the help of the Zhen family and the assistance of the Jinyiwei, what can Yuan Shao do to him?

It was already dusk, and a cool breeze blew on the street, and Zhao Feng woke up halfway through his drunkenness.

"Everyone line up, don't squeeze, come one by one, everyone has a share!" At this time, Zhao Feng heard a crisp and bright voice coming from not far ahead.

"The Zhen family is serving free porridge again, everyone, go!" At this time, the voice of a middle-aged man came from behind Zhao Feng, and then a large number of people rushed forward. Everyone was dressed in worn-out clothes, with a broken bowl in their hands, looking like a beggar.

"Brother! What happened before?" Zhao Feng stopped a beggar and asked politely.

"Little brother, are you from another place?" The beggar was not angry because Zhao Feng stopped him, but instead answered Zhao Feng's question politely.

"Yes! I just arrived here today!" Zhao Feng nodded.

"That's it. Locals basically know that at this time every day, the eldest lady of the Zhen family will give porridge in the Zhen Mansion in front to help us poor people who can't afford to live!" said the beggar, "Hey, this eldest lady Zhen is really a good person. She is only in her teens. She actually organized such a good thing to benefit everyone!"

"Oh?" Zhao Feng was curious.

"Haha, I won't tell you anymore. I'll go there. If I go there later, the porridge will be cold!" After that, the beggar ran forward as if he was flying.

"Let me see the Luo Shen Zhen Mi who is 'growing like a stunning geese, gentle like a dragon, glorious autumn chrysanthemums, lush spring pine. It seems like the light clouds covering the moon, floating like a wind returning to the snow'!" Zhao Feng smiled, took a step forward.

Before coming to Zhen Mansion, Zhao Feng saw a little girl from afar. She was indeed just a little girl. This is Zhen Mi! Zhen Mi's figure is very tall, her slender waist and long legs make Zhen Mi's head almost as big as an adult, and she looks older than her actual age. Her dark hair is very casually wrapped around her head, looking elegant and spiritual. Her pretty face without makeup is covered with big watery eyes, bright and clear. The delicate skin unique to the little loli makes people want to kiss her.

At this time, Zhen Mi was not wearing gorgeous clothes, only a muslin dress, and an apron around her waist. This outfit is almost the same as the servant who was cooking porridge beside her. What Zhen Mi did was like a servant or a servant.

I saw Zhen Mi holding a copper spoon in her right hand and a broken bowl in her left hand. Her cuffs were rolled up high, revealing half of the forearm that was as white as lotus roots. She gently scooped up the porridge in the pot and slowly poured it into the broken bowl in her left hand. Her movements were skillful and steady, so that the porridge water would not splash out any.

After walking briefly, Zhao Feng noticed that there were several pink marks on Zhen Mi's white and tender forearm and jade hands, which seemed to be traces left by the scald.

Zhao Feng stood there like this, watching Zhen Mi show porridge quietly. Before he knew it, Zhao Feng's eyes became moist. How cute the girl in front of him was! How kind!

Just as Zhao Feng was dazed, Zhen Mi's porridge had already been given, and the beggars had eaten the porridge and left. In front of the Zhen Mansion, except for the servants of the Zhen Mansion, there was only one Zhao Feng standing there, with tears still on his cheeks that had not been wiped out.

"Sir! This gentleman? What's wrong with you?" Seeing this, Zhen Mi came forward and looked at Zhao Feng. She found that although this person was not so handsome, he was very attractive. The more she looked at him, the more she felt that this person was extraordinary, which made Zhen Mi's heart thump.

"Huh?" Zhao Feng came back to his senses and found that Zhen Mi was blinking her eyes and looking at him curiously. Zhao Feng couldn't help but blush and wiped away the tears from his face with his sleeves. "Sorry, it's abrupt!"

"Why did sir cry?" Zhen Mi asked with her big eyes flashing.

"The wind is moved by the kindness of the lady who serves porridge, so shed tears!" Zhao Feng said.

"Sir, joking!" Zhen Mansion smiled slightly, and suddenly made people feel the spring breeze. "Look at the look of the sir, it shouldn't be here to ask for porridge, right?"

"Haha, of course not. Feng is here to find Brother Zhuo Shun!" Zhao Feng reported his purpose.

"Are you looking for my father?" Zhen Mi looked at Zhao Feng in confusion.

"That's right!" Zhao Feng nodded, "I was bothering Miss Lau to go and send a message, saying that Zhao Feng and Zhao Zihu are coming to visit!"

"What? Are you Zhao Feng? That number one general in the world?" Zhen Mi's little mouth was big, and she never expected that the person in front of her was the one he had longed for and met. She grew up listening to Zhao Feng's deeds and reading the poems written by Zhao Feng, and she had long regarded Zhao Feng as her idol in her heart.

"Uh...it should be me!" Zhao Feng touched his nose and said a little embarrassedly.

"Yeah..." Zhen Mi didn't know what she thought of, her pretty face turned red, and she turned around and ran back to the mansion.
Chapter completed!