Yin Hui burrowed into his arms, warmed up, and continued, “They said that Mr. Feng Teng is good at martial arts competitions, but he doesn’t like to lose. Every time he finds someone to compete, it’s good if he wins but once he loses, he will keep pestering the other party, insisting that the other party fight with him repeatedly until he wins. They also said that once there was a swordsman who won against him, but he didn’t want to compete in the second match. Mr. Feng Teng actually stayed in the swordsman’s room and slept with him. The swordsman had to leave Pingcheng because of him.”
Wei Luo frowned. Feng Teng turned out to be such a person.
Feng Teng was Commander Feng’s son, he had heard about him for a long time. But Feng Teng accompanied Mrs. Feng to celebrate his grandfather’s birthday, and he hadn’t come back yet, so Wei Luo had no chance to meet him.
“Third Master, you are good at martial arts, did Mr. Feng Teng ask you to compete?”
Wei Luo: “He has not been in the barracks recently.”
Yin Hui: “No wonder, when he comes back, he will definitely come to harass you, then don’t agree to it. If you lose, it will only increase his prestige, and if you win, you will be entangled by him. If you live in the palace every night, he will not dare to come over, but if you live in the barracks, he may dare to chase you inside your room. It won’t sound good if it’s spread.”
Feng Teng was not afraid of being laughed at, Wei Luo was noble, so he wouldn’t let himself be involved in Feng Teng’s jokes.
That was what Yin Hui thought of.
Sure enough, Wei Luo said on top of her head, “Understood, I will not compete with him.”
Yin Hui found his hand, hooked his fingers and said, “Let’s pull the hook, you are not allowed to go back on your promise.”
Wei Luo never broke his promise, but…
“You don’t seem to like Feng Teng.”
Yin Hui’s heart trembled, her thoughts flew, and she hummed, “I have no grievances or enmities with him, why will I dislike him? I am just afraid that he will trespass on your barracks.”
Wei Luo: “So what? If he dares to trespass, I will beat him up.”
He still felt her attitude was very strange.
He became suspicious, so Yin Hui had no choice but to add more information, and said in a muffled voice, “Haven’t you heard? Because of the rumor about Feng Teng and the swordsman, some people suspect that he is homosexual.”
The surprise was too strong, and Wei Luo’s breathing changed.
Yin Hui quickly slipped back to her place and muttered, “I’m doing it for your own good. Even if Mr. Feng Teng doesn’t have that habit, it won’t hurt for you to keep a distance from him.”
Wei Luo didn’t reply to her.
The next day, Wei Luo asked Chang Feng to inquire about Feng Teng.
Sure enough, Chang Feng also found out some rumors about the night Feng Teng and the swordsman spent together. Only Feng Teng and the swordsman knew the truth. Q
A few days later, when Wei Luo came to the barracks in the morning, he saw a handsome young military officer standing next to Commander Feng, whose appearance was similar to his.
Noticing that Feng Teng was looking up and down toward him, Wei Luo pursed his lips tightly.
Feng Su glared at his son. Wei Luo was the grandson of the Emperor, how could he allow his son to be rude?
“Third Master, this is Feng Teng. He has admired your swordsmanship for a long time, and has long wanted to see your demeanour, so I invited him.”
Wei Luo nodded, and then went to his barracks. He didn’t intend to make friends with Feng Teng.
“Father, this third master is too crazy, he doesn’t give me any face!” Looking at Wei Luo’s back, Feng Teng said with some dissatisfaction.
Feng Su taught his son, “Why do you want him to give you face? I warn you, be respectful in front of the third master. The third master is not another military officer who is willing to indulge your temper.”
This went into his left ear and out of his right ear, as he turned and left.
He did hear that Wei Luo was good at martial arts, and he made up his mind to compete with Wei Luo.
In the morning when Wei Luo was instructing the soldiers on marksmanship, Feng Teng approached aggressively and asked to talk with him, but Wei Luo ignored it.
Feng Teng said angrily, “Could it be that the third master looks down on me?”
Wei Luo: “I just don’t like unnecessary fighting for power. If you want to compete, if there is a chance in the future, you and I will compare the number of enemies killed on the battlefield.”
Feng Teng also wanted to say more, but Wei Luo glanced at him and continued, “Could it be that you only dare to act wildly in Pingcheng, but dare not fight on the battlefield?”
Feng Teng’s blood was immediately aroused, and he said with a blush, “Okay, let’s fight on the battlefield! Let’s see who is afraid of who, one who loses will be the grandson of the winner!”
Feng Su, the commander who rushed over after hearing the news, just heard that sentence, and slammed the whip on Feng Teng’s back. The brat dared to bet for the third master to be his grandson when his real grandfather, the Emperor, was on the dragon chair.
Feng Su took away his son and Wei Luo continued to work.
After Yin Hui heard about it, she let out a long sigh of relief.
It was good that Feng Teng had not been paralyzed. Therefore, King Yan had not lost his confidant general and Wei Luo had not been implicated.
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Feng Teng: Tell me, do you look down on me?!
Third Master: Yes.
Feng Teng: …