Hu Mansion.

Front yard main hall.

Hu Fei, who had arrived late, glanced at Hu Weiyong, who was still in shock, and slowly came to Li Wenzhong, with a faint smile rising in his heart.

"Now that you are honored as the Marquis of Jiu'an, there is no need to call yourself a lower official in front of me."

Li Wenzhong looked at Hu Fei, smiled and said, his attitude has changed 180 degrees compared to when he faced Hu Fei before.

"As a junior official in the governor's office, regardless of whether he is Jiu'an Marquis or not, he should always consider himself a junior official in front of the governor."

Hu Fei smiled and said slowly.

"Okay, I can't tell you, it's just a title, it's up to you."

Li Wenzhong shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said slowly.

"Xiaguan just heard it from a distance. The governor came here this time to find out how to make a signal gun?"

Hu Fei looked at Li Wenzhong and asked slowly.

"Exactly, since my father asked the three armies to prepare this gun, I want to make it as soon as possible, so as to distribute it among the three armies as soon as possible."

Li Wenzhong nodded and said solemnly.

"good!"

"Pei Jie, pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

Hu Fei agreed, then turned to look at Pei Jie standing outside the door and said loudly.

As the words fell, Pei Jie immediately agreed and hurried to get ready.

Hu Fei smiled and motioned to Li Wenzhong to sit down and wait as if nothing had happened.

Hu Weiyong sat aside, staring at Hu Fei closely, gritting his teeth secretly, thinking about how to deal with this audacious son.

Soon, Pei Jie prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones and placed them on the table one by one.

Hu Fei didn't waste any time, and immediately picked up a pen and wrote down clearly the manufacturing methods and precautions for the flare gun.

After writing everything in detail, Hu Fei stood up and offered it with both hands.

Li Wenzhong looked at the detailed record of how to make a flare gun in his hand and couldn't help but nod frequently with a smile on his face.

"Okay, since this method has been obtained, I won't bother you. I will go back and prepare and try to do it in the shortest possible time."

"Hu Xiang, farewell!"

Li Wenzhong put away the production method with satisfaction, cupped his hands towards Hu Weiyong, and said with a smile.

"Captain, move slowly!"

Hu Weiyong didn't dare to keep him, so he hurriedly said goodbye.

Watching Li Wenzhong walk out of the mansion, Hu Weiyong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly ordered Qin Hai to close the door of the mansion and thank guests behind closed doors, for fear that no one would come to the door again.

Then, Hu Weiyong gritted his teeth and looked at Hu Fei, who was sitting beside him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Hu Fei hesitated for a moment, looked at the angry Hu Weiyong, and asked with a smile.

"You brat! You still have the nerve to ask me!? Tell me, what did you just do in Linglong Garden?!"

Hu Weiyong pointed at Hu Fei and asked loudly.

"What are you asking about between men and women?"

Hu Fei smiled and couldn't help but ask.

"Bah! Who asked about this?! Don't talk nonsense!"

"I mean, when is it now? You are not a prince-in-law! How dare you lead the princess into your house!?"

"Do you know how many people came to the door just now?! Even Li Wenzhong came. If they find out, do you still want your head?! Do you know how big a sin it is to ruin the reputation of the royal family?!"

Hu Weiyong glared at Hu Fei angrily and said angrily.

"It's better to know that the raw rice has been cooked into cooked rice, so that your Majesty will not be able to rely on it even if he wants to."

Hu Fei smiled and said nonchalantly.

"you!"

"Ancestor! Do you want to make me angry to death?!"

After hearing Hu Fei's words, Hu Weiyong was so angry that he almost fell over and said helplessly.

"Okay, okay, calm down. I thought no one would know about this big deal, unless I told you everywhere."

"It doesn't matter even if someone knows about it. If anyone dares to talk nonsense, I will tear his mouth to pieces!"

Hu Fei waved his hand and said impatiently, not taking it to heart.

Seeing that Hu Fei looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, Hu Weiyong sighed helplessly and sat back angrily.

But he also knew that, fortunately, no one caught him in what happened today, and it wouldn't be a big deal.

"Well, I still have to go to the palace, so don't be angry. If I get angry and become bedridden, I still have to spend time serving you. If you honestly do it, you have done me a great favor."

Hu Fei waved his hand and stood up as he spoke.

"You brat, are you cursing me again?!"

Upon hearing this, Hu Weiyong immediately widened his eyes and said dissatisfied.

Hu Fei curled his lips and smiled, ignored Hu Weiyong, turned around and walked out.

"Wait a minute, what are you doing in the palace on New Year's Day?!"

Immediately afterwards, Hu Weiyong reacted and couldn't help but ask loudly.

"I have prepared a New Year's gift for my future mother-in-law. I have to send it in as soon as possible. The old man is so happy that I can't leave the old lady behind."

Hu Fei said as he walked out of the door.

"You bastard! You're talking arrogantly again! It's not big or small!"

When Hu Weiyong heard this, he shouted dissatisfiedly.

"You brat! You've even prepared the Queen's New Year's gift, but what about me?!"

But then, he realized a problem. This bastard son prepared New Year gifts for almost everyone, but he didn't get a share. He couldn't help but ask loudly.

But Hu Fei had already left the front yard and returned to Linglong Garden with Pei Jie and others.

"When you have a wife, you forget about your father! You white-eyed wolf!"

Hu Weiyong, who did not receive any response, sat helplessly on the chair and muttered to himself in disappointment.

...

Royal Palace.

Kunning Palace.

Queen Ma was sitting on the couch, concentrating on appreciating the five poems written by Hu Fei at the New Year's Banquet. Although she was not proficient in poetry, she thought of Hu Fei's performance at the New Year's Banquet last night, and the corner of her mouth

I can't help but smile.

She personally secured the match between Hu Fei and her daughter. Seeing Hu Fei defeat Taishi Gong Song Lian in public, she felt indescribably happy.

What happened at the New Year's Banquet last night has now spread throughout the capital city, and the five poems written by Hu Fei have also spread throughout the streets and alleys. No one dares to question Hu Fei's reputation as the God of Poetry.

At this moment, the eunuch Feng Shao slowly walked into the hall.

"Reporting to the Queen, Princess Anqing and Hu Fei are outside asking for an audience."

Feng Shao bowed respectfully and said softly.

After hearing Feng Shao's words, Queen Ma came back to her senses, and a look of joy immediately appeared on her face.

"Quick announcement!"

Empress Ma urged as she put down the poem in her hand, looking up at the door of the hall expectantly.

Feng Shao agreed and hurried out.

Soon, Hu Fei slowly walked into the main hall holding Princess Anqing's hand.

When she saw her mother, Princess Anqing blushed and hurriedly took her hand out of Hu Fei's hand, lowering her head shyly.

"My son Hu Fei, please see your mother!"

Hu Fei smiled, bowed respectfully, and said loudly.

"My son, I have met my mother."

Princess Anqing lowered her head and said with a red face, not forgetting to give Hu Fei a rollicking look as she spoke.

"Get up quickly."

Empress Ma smiled with a smile on her face, raised her hand and said, her eyes full of relief.
To be continued...