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Chapter 221 221. Are you willing to be a Mingjun

Is the Mingjun with the world in his heart a better monarch than his father?Dongfang Shaojie was at a loss, but he also looked forward to it. His youthful ambition was stimulated for the first time in front of this dilapidated hut.

Feng Qiye will stop at noon.I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Of course, I can't finish it all at once for some special education. Everything needs a process.

Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Feng Qiye believes that in the process of doing tasks along the way, few will become better and better.

The smell of rice and vegetables began to radiate from the small hut, and the scent wafted out of the hut, blown by the wind, and soon, people opened the locked doors one after another.

The guards were outside eating dry food with a pot of bone soup, and when they saw the people surrounding them, they drew their swords with a swipe, scaring those curious people's legs weak on the spot.

"Ling Feng." Feng Qiye's voice came from the back room clearly, "Make another pot of soup."

Then Ling Feng brought out the soup pot from the house with a snap, and greeted loudly: "Fellow folks, today I will take this precious place to rest for the night, and this pot of soup is to thank all the folks for their warm hospitality! "

He purposely bit down on the words 'hospitality'. Most of the people in the crowd had turned away when Ling Feng knocked on the door. Now, smelling the aroma of the broth, they were drooling and their faces were flushed. The expression on the face is embarrassing.

After a long while, an old man came out from the crowd, "Go, go, go home and get your bowls, it's so cold, everyone warm up so you can sleep!" The old man turned back first. There was a broken wooden bowl in the house.

A guard served him soup, he took a sip carefully, and burst into tears immediately: "It's broth!"

People came over one by one and lined up. They filled their soups and drank them on the spot.

Outside the house, Ling Feng set up another big pot on the spot, and the raging firewood illuminated people's hearts. The rich and long-lasting fragrance of the soup, accompanied by the sound of crackling firewood, made people feel happy for no reason.

The room was warm and cozy, and Linger's family of four dined at a small table nearby. Feng Qiye invited her several times, but Linger refused for various reasons, so she gave up.

Inside and outside the house, there are the sounds of people eating meat and drinking soup heartily.

At some point, joyful singing sounded outside the house. The singing was melodious at first, then gradually became passionate, and then became enthusiastic again. Finally, people even danced enthusiastically around the pile of firewood.

This is the most lively night in Mingri Township for many years. The singing of the people is mixed with the heroic military songs of the guards. It is so harmonious and beautiful.

"Young Shao, have you seen it? What the people are asking for is just a full meal and a mouthful of hot soup." Feng Qiye led Shao Shao to the door, pointed at the enthusiastic people, and smiled faintly, "Young Shao, would you Do you want to fight for this meal and this mouthful of soup for them?"

Shaoshao's face was excited, and his heart was surging. After a long while, he nodded heavily and clenched his palms as if swearing: "Seventh sister, I will not only fight for this meal and this soup for them, but also, Let them live a real life of living and working in peace!"

In the room, a flash of light flashed across Jun Huo Shi's beautiful eyes, and then he smiled warmly.

His seven nights were indeed different.

(End of this chapter)