Just like that, Feng Siming began his search for a brain.
It seemed that this path might not be too smooth.
Of course, before he left, he couldn't help but say some sweet and mushy words.
Hehe, of course, Wu Qing Cheng would never know about this.
However, not knowing now didn't mean that he wouldn't know in the future.
Calm down. We can't do anything about this.
Oh my, my tooth fell out. It was because of the acid.
Lovesickness is a disaster, my liver and intestines are broken, I look forward to the autumn water, and the faint spring mountain is wrinkled.
Under the tree in front of the door, for whom to stay.
"Qingcheng, the Flower Condor Wine buried by the Blue Luan is still waiting for us.”
Feng Siming whispered into her ear.
Feng Siming was actually quite curious about Zhuge Kongming, who was known as the Sleeping Dragon.
Zhuge Liang had always been a thorn in his heart.
Subconsciously, Feng Siming did not want Zhuge Liang to be taken by his future opponents.
Although his opponent did not know of his existence.
Zhuge Kongming was also a model of militarism. He did not save the world from danger, but instead launched wars of aggression.
Do what you know you can't do.
Use war to eliminate war
Everyone says they are orthodox
Who was the orthodox?
In the end, the winner is king and the loser is a bandit
History's evaluation of Zhuge Liang had to be said to be reasonable.
However, nothing was possible.
For example, now.
Feng Siming and Yan Jiaxuan looked at the young man with their mouths wide open. No, it should be said that his mouth was already the size of a hippopotamus.
Obviously, his jaw could be dislocated at any time.
This was the future famous Kong Ming, and it did not match the rumors.
What a sin. If I knew that the textbooks would mislead the students, I wouldn't have read them. I wouldn't have been so embarrassed now.
Little friend Zhuge looked at the two strangers in front of him and tilted his head.
Young Master Feng suddenly felt a headache coming on. This little brat?？？
However…
Before Feng Siming could explain why he was here, the little boy spoke.
"Are you looking for me? Alright, I'll help you."
Feng Siming was in disbelief. This little guy was too gullible. He felt like a bad uncle with candy. Before he could say anything, the little guy had already taken the bait.
"This…"
"You're a man, why do you have so much nonsense?”She quickly followed the little boy.
Along the way, Feng Siming finally realized that he was not a bad uncle.
That was because the little friend said," Yaya, pui. Zhang Fei, you bastard. You said that no one is looking for this young master. Isn't that enough? The next time I see you, I'll definitely beat you up into a pulp."”
It turned out that Liu Bei had already gone up the mountain, inciting little friend Zhuge to bet: If someone asked Zhuge Liang to leave the mountain before the second time, then they would not interfere with Zhuge Liang's affairs.
Feng Siming had gotten a great bargain.
Once again, he sighed. Life was really f * cking fun, because life always f * cking played with us.
Feng Siming was speechless.
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