Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

Chapter 619: Chapter 253: Ying Zheng: The Immortals’ Liquor House Is Yours, Isn’t It! (Part 2)

Looking at Zhao Feng speak without missing a beat.

Ying Zheng chuckled, ”Wang Wan has offended you; he truly offended the wrong person.”

”Great King.”

”I am wholly dedicated to serving the public,” Zhao Feng said seriously.

”There’s no need to say these things in front of me; do you think I don’t know your little thoughts?” Ying Zheng glanced with mock annoyance.

”Great King.”

”I am serious,” Zhao Feng maintained his solemn demeanor.

But the next moment.

A word from Ying Zheng made Zhao Feng’s heart skip.

”Immortals’ Liquor House is your property, isn’t it?”

Ying Zheng slowly began speaking.

Zhao Feng sneaked a peek at Ying Zheng’s expression; indeed, he looked so sure.

Zhao Feng knew he couldn’t hide anymore; it must have been thoroughly investigated.

”How did the Great King find out?” Zhao Feng asked with a smiling face.

”Do you think such a place, where money flows like water, where numerous dignitaries come and go, and distributed throughout the land—”

”Do you think I wouldn’t investigate?” Ying Zheng said, amused, looking at Zhao Feng.

”That’s true,” Zhao Feng replied with an awkward smile.

In this situation, he felt it’s better to speak less.

After all, Immortals’ Liquor House.

And Yanting.

Those are his secrets.

But now that the secret’s been broken, Zhao Feng felt a bit embarrassed.

”Have you ever heard of Heibing Plarform?” Ying Zheng asked again.

”This, can I say I haven’t?” Zhao Feng tested the waters.

”Heibingtai Anshi, created by Duke Xiao of Qin, spanning over one or two hundred years, each Dark Guard is the elite of elites, able to face ten, yet ended up with heavy losses after entering your Immortals’ Liquor House.”

”My Heibingtai Anshi can’t even compare to your Immortals’ Liquor House’s Guards.” Ying Zheng spoke with a hint of deeper meaning.

Upon hearing these words.

Zhao Feng immediately smiled, ”Well, the guards of my Immortals’ Liquor House are all from the military, naturally skilled.”

”Skilled?”

”Heibingtai Anshi are one in a hundred, not merely skilled.”

”Your guards are not simple,” Ying Zheng said plainly.

”Receiving praise from the Great King is an honor for my guards,” Zhao Feng quickly replied.

From Ying Zheng’s words.

He knew the guards of the Immortals’ Liquor House were skilled but wasn’t aware of Yanting.

Moreover.

Always.

Although Heibing Platform frequented Immortals’ Liquor House, Zhao Feng always ordered restraint, not to take initiative.

After all, Zhao Feng was a minister in Qin; actions cannot be too excessive.

Seeing Zhao Feng brush it off, Ying Zheng didn’t pursue further.

Everyone has secrets.

It’s clear Zhao Feng’s secrets are more extensive, greater.

If he weren’t my son, Ying Zheng might have been more wary, or even employ certain tactics.

But facing Zhao Feng.

Those measures are unnecessary.

The court ministers even foster Dead Soldiers; can’t my own son?

This is Ying Zheng’s thought.

”In the future, offer five hundred jars of the finest wine from Immortals’ Liquor House to me every month,” Ying Zheng told Zhao Feng.

”Great King.”

”Five hundred jars are too few, make it a thousand,” Zhao Feng waved his hand grandly, directly raising the number.

Ying Zheng didn’t pursue further; Zhao Feng naturally reciprocated.

”Looks like I underestimated the production of Immortals’ Liquor House,” Ying Zheng chuckled.

”The Great King indeed underestimated.”

”Immortals’ Liquor House is the product of my years of effort.”

”Had I not been conscripted, I might have been a merchant at a liquor shop,” Zhao Feng joked with a hint of jest.

”Fortunately, you were conscripted, otherwise Qin would have been deprived of a Shangjiangjun,” Ying Zheng also laughed.

In the end.

Ying Zheng’s words came from genuine sentiment, a sense of gratitude.

The battlefield is perilous, he knows this.

If Zhao Feng hadn’t broken out of the Logistics Army, he would never have discovered Zhao Feng’s mother’s existence, nor known a son like Zhao Feng existed.

”It seems that’s true.”

”Haha,” Zhao Feng laughed.

”Hearing your tone, did you brew all the wine at Immortals’ Liquor House?” Ying Zheng asked, quite surprised.

”The recipe was developed by me; of course, the wine was brewed by professional brewers,” Zhao Feng chuckled.

”Didn’t see that coming.”

”You certainly know your stuff.” Ying Zheng praised.

”I know quite a lot.”

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The father and son thus began conversing within Zhangtai Palace.

In Mrs. Hu’s palace.

”Mother.”

”You don’t know.”

”Today in court, Fusu’s expression was terribly sour.”