Feng Beiming

Flying snow, white snow, the wheel wheels of the carriage coming from the street, left a deep imprint on the snow-covered ground, the carriage went all the way to the middle of the street, and finally stopped at the gate of the mansion with the red gate and high wall. Stopped in front of the gate, there were three words scrawled on the door plaque, Fengtianbao.

The carriage stopped, Mrs. Xue embraced her youngest son, and bent over, she was dressed in white clothes with a high bun, dignified and gentle, followed Mrs. Xue out of the carriage, it was a boy with exquisite and delicate appearance, the boy was about eleven or twelve years old He was [-] years old, but his whole body was filled with air-conditioning. His brown eyes showed his aloofness and aloofness even more, as if he seemed inaccessible. When he got off the carriage, the boy looked up at the gate of Fengtianbao. In his brown eyes, there was nothing but indifference. Nothing else.

"Mother, have we arrived at our new home?" The immature child looked suspicious, his waxy young-toothed voice was very pleasing, his eyes were bright and big, his eyelashes were curled and long, his eyes were lowered, and his eyes were black. As pure and flawless as pearls.

Mrs. Xue lowered her head to look at the youngest son in her arms, with the corners of her mouth curled up, her face full of love, she stroked the youngest son's head, but Mrs. Xue didn't answer, she just looked down at the boy beside her, and called him: "Ming Qing"

Ming Qing looked up at her, didn't speak, just nodded.

The tightly closed door opened, and a person came out slowly from inside, who seemed to be the steward of Fengtianbao. He said coldly: "The old man and the gentlemen are already waiting, Mrs. Xue, please."

"Mr. Labor"

Yingying saluted, Madam Xue put down the young son in her arms, and stretched out her other hand towards Mingqing.

If Ming Qingruo hadn't seen it, he just grabbed his younger brother's hand: "Mother, let's go ahead, my younger brother and I will keep up."

Madam Xue sighed softly, she could only hold back, and followed the steward to step into the gate.

Ming Qing pulled his younger brother and followed Madam Xue, with a small face, without any emotion, and the indifference in his eyes was even more undisguised, which attracted some attention.As for the youngest son who was held by him, his small face looked a little dazed, but that appearance was as exquisite as if it had been carefully carved with jade.

Fengtianbao is a high-ranking family, it belongs to the courtiers, but also has ambiguous ties with Jianghu. Fengqi, the old man of Fengtianbao, was from the Jianghu 40 years ago, and he has close friends in ten countries. The eldest son, Feng Lanwei, is now an official in the court, and the second son, Feng Chen, has inherited the mantle of the old man and traveled the world. This section of Anxi Avenue is stinky to the sky.

But Mrs. Xue, who is really flowers and cow dung, is actually the third wife of Feng Wuwei, and that Mingqing is the fourth son of Mrs. Xue and Feng Wuwei, Feng Mingqing, the youngest son... Feng Mingxin He is only six years old now.

Holding his younger brother's hand, standing beside Mrs. Xue, Feng Mingqing seemed to have never noticed the people around him, with a pair of brown indifferent eyes, he just stared at the old man above.

Today is Mrs. Xue leading the two children back to Fengtian Castle to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors.

In the lobby, all the people sitting here are immediate relatives of the Feng family. Except for Mr. Feng, those present are the three sons of the Mr. Feng, and her daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law and grandchildren.

The old man's gaze was like a torch, and he just glanced at it casually. Mrs. Xue felt trembling all over while standing in the middle, and the drooping eyelids turned a little timidly.

Feng Mingxin stood beside his elder brother, he didn't know whether it was because he was still young or because he was slow to react, he just opened his eyes wide and looked around, he didn't find the old man's gaze frightening at all.

Feng Mingqing didn't respond, his eyes were so indifferent that it could be said that he ignored them, as if he was unaffected by everything around him.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the mother and son, some with contempt, some with disdain, some as if they were watching a joke, all kinds of eyes.

In the lobby, it was quiet for quite a while, even an adult couldn't bear the baptism of everyone's eyes, but the two brothers over there seemed to be totally out of the situation,

After staring at the three of them for a long time, the old man finally said, "I heard from Suo Lun that your name is Ming Qing and you are ten years old now?"

Feng Mingqing didn't speak, but just looked at the old man indifferently, as if looking at a stranger.In fact, everyone here is a stranger to him.

Madam Xue was afraid that Feng Mingqing's silence would anger the old man, so she said: "After the great cold, Feng Mingqing will be eleven years old."

The old man nodded, and looked at the boy next to Feng Mingqing: "You are Ming Xin."

Feng Ming blinked his eyes, looked at the old man in a daze, without any reaction at all.But those round and big black eyes are not cute and pleasing.

The old man smiled, and stretched out his hand towards Feng Ming: "Come here, grandpa." Seeing that Feng Ming's heart didn't move, the old man grabbed the pastry on the plate on the table, shook it towards Feng Ming, and coaxed: "Grandpa, here is TangGao, come here and let grandpa hug you, and TangGao will give you, okay?"

After staring at the candy cake in the old man's hand for a while, Feng Mingxin walked towards the old man.

The old man smiled, stretched out his hand and hugged Feng Mingxin into his arms, and after coaxing him for a while, he turned his eyes and looked at Madam Xue: "I have wronged you mother and son these years, but now that I have someone pick you up When I come back, I will naturally not treat you badly in the future. Since these two children are of the blood of my Feng family, they should not live on the streets and be bullied. If you are not satisfied, tell the nanny Li who is in charge, and she will take care of it."

Mrs. Xue's expression showed a slight hesitation: "This..."

"How?" The old man raised his eyebrows.

Madam Xue sighed softly and frowned, as if she had thought of something: "No..." Her tone was full of helplessness.

Just as the old man nodded in satisfaction, another immature child's voice sounded clearly in the lobby: "Stay in Feng's house? Why?"

For a moment, all eyes were on the person who spoke.

It's a child, Feng Mingqing.

The old man looked down at him, his majestic expression was not as pampering to Mingyi just now.

Feng Mingqing raised his head, looked directly at the old man with indifferent eyes, and did not speak.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly: "Were you talking just now?"

Feng Mingqing didn't answer, just looked at the younger brother in the old man's arms: "Ming Xin, come here"

"Oh..." Ming Xin bit the sugar cake, her mouth was full of crumbs, after hearing what her brother said, she obediently walked towards her brother.

Grasping his younger brother's hand, Feng Mingqing didn't raise his head, but just wiped off the crumbs from the corner of his younger brother's mouth and said, "If the three conditions are not fulfilled, I will not stay in this Fengtian Castle." As long as he doesn't agree, my younger brother will definitely I will follow myself, let alone my mother.

The old man didn't speak, and a young man sitting below said sneeringly: "It's really embarrassing. Grandpa only gave you a little sweetness. You just want to take Joe. Who did you learn this from?"

Feng Mingqing turned his eyes and glanced at the speaker: "The Feng family is everyone, Xue Mingqing is talking to Mr. Feng, how can others interrupt? Is this the rule of the Feng family?"

"You!" The man's face turned red and blue at what he said, and when he was about to explode, he was comforted by another person beside him.

This kid is less like an 11-year-old than an adult.

Turning and raising his eyes, Feng Mingqing looked at the old man, with a pair of brown eyes, so indifferent that no other strange colors could be seen.

Finding that Feng Mingqing was waiting for his answer, the old man asked: "Which three conditions, you say?"

"First, let Feng Wuwei marry my mother openly and enter the gate of Feng's house. Second, I have the final say on everything in Tingxin Xiaozhu. Others are not allowed to dictate, and without my permission, they are not allowed to enter at will. Those who make things difficult, anger me because I don’t understand the superiority and inferiority, should be severely punished, and third, except for grandpa, my mother and son don’t need to pay respects to others every day.”

These words are extremely presumptuous, and they don't look like something an 11-year-old child would say.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, his face darkened and he didn't answer.

But the people sitting in the lobby couldn't help discussing in a low voice.

Mrs. Xue didn't seem to have thought that her taciturn son would talk so much at once, and speak so sharply. She was stunned for a moment, feeling relieved and distressed for a moment.

His eyes looked at Mrs. Xue's frail and strong appearance, and then at Feng Mingxin who was standing next to Feng Mingqing with a slightly dazed expression. He seemed to understand Feng Mingqing's worries. The old man nodded and agreed: "Yes, I can agree to everything you said."

Originally thought that Feng Mingqing wanted to say something else, but after the kid nodded and hummed, he didn't have anything to say.

The old man waited for a while, but he didn't get any words, so he immediately felt a little funny, so he told Suo Lun: "Take them to listen to Xin Xiaozhu to rest, and don't be negligent in the slightest."

Suo Lun's eyes froze for a moment, and he nodded and walked to Mrs. Xue's side: "Third Madam, please."

Mrs. Xue nodded, before she could speak, Feng Mingqing raised his eyes to Suo Lun and said suddenly: "When you were outside the door just now, you were very contemptuous, now you are so docile, I am really not used to it"

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