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The sun is scorching, and the heat on the mountain road is steaming.

Feng Lao Er, who was riding on horseback, took out a silk handkerchief from his suit pocket.

He pinched the edge of the silk handkerchief with his cold white and slender fingers, swayed it along the forehead, closed his hands, refolded the silk handkerchief that was wet with sweat, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

"Second Master, go wait in the car." The servant behind Feng Lao Er was also riding a horse, with a funny red flower on his chest, "It's too hot."

"Wait a little longer." Feng Er Er straightened the brim of his hat, and patted the neighing steed under him, "The time is coming soon."

"It's okay to wait in the car. When Master Bai's sedan chair arrives, I'll call you."

"My own daughter-in-law, are you here to pick me up?" Feng Er Er glanced away from the corner of his eye, and the servant fell silent for an instant.

While speaking, the end of the mountain road was filled with joy, and Feng Lao Er looked around, only to see the dust flying, it was the procession to see off the relatives.

The man hooked the corners of his lips, took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them on the bridge of his nose, the gangster aura dissipated instantly.

The second master of the Feng family is handsome, with a slender figure, and behind the lenses, there are some tear moles rubbed into the skin at the end of the eyes, and he puts on a neat military uniform, with a gentle appearance and elegant temperament. Hua, looks like a rich man.

A listless send-off team came along the bumpy mountain road.

The servant wiped his sweat and shouted in surprise, "Second Master, Young Master Bai's sedan chair is here!"

Feng Laoer pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and rode straight away.

The advancing team was stopped, and a commotion broke out in the crowd.

"This is... This is the daughter-in-law that Third Master Feng begged for!" The man carrying the dowry boldly shouted, "Get out of the way!"

Before Erye Feng could speak, the horse under him raised its front hooves impatiently.

"Which thing that doesn't have long eyes dares to stop it?" The servant rushed over, whipped his horsewhip, and showed the sign on his waist, "You can't see the word 'seal' so big?"

It was indeed a wooden sign with the word "Feng" written on it, tied with a red string, and there were golden tassels hanging from it.

The Feng family's name is too famous in Jinling, but it is just a waist card, and the originally lazy team cheered up in an instant.

The leading matchmaker had already fallen at the end of the team, dozed off on the little donkey, and faintly heard the word "seal", woke up suddenly, dragged the donkey and staggered forward, without seeing the figure clearly, she first shouted: "Master Feng, you can count on it!"

She talked about the big and small things she encountered on the way, and finally asked cautiously: "Didn't you regret the marriage?"

Second Master Feng raised his eyelids, folded his hands holding the reins in front of him, his eyes were glued to the small sedan chair in the middle of the crowd, and he smiled meaningfully: "I'm not here yet?"

The matchmaker breathed a sigh of relief, and beamed with a smile: "I just said that gossip is not to be listened to. Although this Young Master Bai has become an oiran in the world, he is a showman rather than a body, and he is clean!"

Second Master Feng nodded his chin perfunctorily, raised his hand and gestured to the servant behind him.

The servant understood and turned his head to whistle.

There was an instant silence between heaven and earth, just like the calm before the storm, and then the stones on the ground began to vibrate slightly, and the thunder-like roar came from far to near.

The matchmaker turned pale, covered her heart and hid behind the donkey, muttering "Shanzai" in her mouth, and pulled out the Buddhist beads hidden in her sleeve, turning nervously.

Second Lord Feng came with the guards.

The well-trained guards quickly took over the sending team, and they even carried the sedan chair stuffed with Young Master Bai.

Second Master Feng was sitting on the horse. Obviously the guards were already very fast, but he was still a little impatient. He even took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and wiped them carefully with a silk handkerchief. The moles at the corners of his eyes were hidden in the corners of his eyes. In shallow lines.

"Second Master, it's done." Finally, the servants came forward, "It's all replaced by ours."

"Success, let's go." Second Master Feng folded the silk handkerchief in satisfaction, and stuffed it into his pocket again.

The mighty procession disappeared at the end of the road in the blink of an eye, and the matchmaker leaned on the donkey to take a few breaths before recovering, and there were all the sedan chair bearers in front of her, asking: "Is that really Mr. Feng? "

"Otherwise?" The matchmaker rolled her big eyes, and spat while shaking her veil, "Hey, the family is still closed, turning your face like turning over a book, you clearly said you don't want to marry, and today you're like a bandit again Stop on the road to grab a kiss!"

"If it's not Feng Sanye, our crime will be serious!"

"Sin, what sin? Didn't you see that waist card?" The matchmaker was annoyed by the cook, and she put her hips on her hips and snorted coldly, "The elder of the Feng family died a few years ago, and the second master is a cripple who doesn't want to lift up. It's just a third master." Engaged, the one who just came on horseback, if not him, who else could it be?"

"Look at how timid you are! You all go back with me to collect your wages. It's cheaper for you. You still have the same money even though you haven't reached Jinling..."

The matchmaker led the cooks away, and the mountain road fell into a terrifying silence again.

And Bai Hemian, who was tightly bound, was struggling in pain in the sedan chair, with a few drops of sticky blood dripping from his wrist.

He was really divorced by Feng Sanye, and the torn marriage certificate was still on the desk at home.

Bai Hemian couldn't get rid of the rope on his body, he was panting and leaning on the sedan chair in a daze, his back was sweating profusely, his fiery red cheongsam sticking to his back wetly, all the makeup he put on early in the morning had faded away, his eyes were scarlet, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

The famous oiran was robbed by bandits halfway, and it would be difficult not to sell herself.

Bai Hemian's face froze, and he pinched the Yuhua Stone hidden in his palm.

He couldn't figure it out.

Third Master Feng retired the engagement with great fanfare, saying that Bai Hemian was living in prostitution and polluted the lintel of the family, so he must never enter the Feng family's door again.

He was used to being ridiculed and satirized, and when his marriage was bad, he would be the oiran with peace of mind, but this morning he was inexplicably dragged out of the bed by a few rough women, dressed up, and stuffed into the sedan chair.

Bai Hemian rose up to resist, but in the end he was no match for the gang's wife, so he was tied up and thrown into a sedan chair, and wandered all the way to Jinling City.

If it wasn't for a team of horse bandits who picked up the Feng family's waist card and pretended to be powerful, would the chef really want to carry him into the Feng family?

Bai Hemian didn't think it was really Feng's family who came to pick him up, so he directly put the name of a horse bandit on Erye Feng's head.

Pingyang Luohu was bullied by dogs, Bai Hemian sat in the sedan chair and was anxious.He is no longer the noble young master of the Bai family, his family has fallen, and his life is not as good as that of an ordinary prostitute. If it weren't for the well-meaning acquaintances who made him an oiran, how could it be a good thing to sell art without selling himself?

The person carrying the sedan chair walked steadily, and Bai Hemian gradually became sleepy, but he didn't dare close his eyes, for fear that if he opened them, he would find himself in the bandit's den, and he would never be able to escape again.

He also wants to elope with a well-meaning regular customer and live a happy life.

Bai Hemian braced himself up for a few minutes, but finally couldn't overcome the drowsiness and closed his eyes in a daze.

Erye Feng, who was riding beside the sedan chair, tightened the reins, got off his horse, signaled the guards carrying the sedan chair to stop, lifted the heavy curtain by himself, and leaned over.

Bai Hemian has a good face, otherwise he wouldn't be able to be a bright and charming oiran.Xu Shi was frightened and terrified all the way. At this moment, his small face is pale, the corners of his eyes are red, and the ends of his wet hair stick to his forehead. Looking at him makes people feel pity.

Second Master Feng's eyes were slightly bent, and he stretched out his hand to hug Bai Hemian out.

Bai Hemian was in a deep sleep, shaking his head, revealing his slender and tender neck.

Cicadas were lying on the trees by the roadside, howling energetically.

The storm blowing in Second Master Feng's eyes was also howling.

The wind brought dryness, and Bai Hemian unconsciously pressed his face against Feng Erye's chest, as if he thought the sun was too bright, and the tattoo deep in his neck was also faintly exposed.

Second Master Feng paused slightly, his eyes glued to the blue-gray mark, and he waited for the sound of the cicadas to fade away before stepping into the car.

The car has been following the end of the line, and it is only now coming in handy.

Second Master Feng untied the rope from Bai Hemian's body, and reached out to take the silk handkerchief in his pocket. He wanted to help him wipe the wound, but soon realized that the handkerchief was already dirty, so he took a water bag and poured clean water on it. on his wrist.

Bai Hemian frowned slightly, hummed uncomfortably, rolled over in Erye Feng's arms, a white leg was exposed from the slit of the cheongsam.

The oiran who amazes Qinhuai is naturally not in vain.

Originally tied up, Bai Hemian's aura hadn't dissipated yet, but now without the shackles of the rope, he was lying comfortably in Feng Erye's arms, with his slender waist twisted into tricks, obviously doing nothing, Bisheng evokes the fire in the heart.

But there was no charming charm between his brows, instead, there was a layer of ignorant innocence.

It's a mixture of both worlds, no wonder he is a showman but not a body, and he still seduces young masters and ladies.

The fiery red cheongsam was soaked in water and was wet, with blue flowers blooming in it.Bai Hemian even had tattoos on his legs, Er Ye Feng lowered his head, sweat was hanging from the tip of his nose, but he had no time to wipe it off.

It is a peony.

Second Master Feng felt that the sleepy Bai Hemian was warmly blooming in his arms.

"Second master, there is someone from the third master in front." The charming atmosphere was suddenly disrupted by the servant's voice.

Second Master Feng grabbed the edge of Bai Hemian's cheongsam and covered his exposed thighs: "Go ahead."

"But third master..."

"It's okay." Second Master Feng hugged Bai Hemian in front of him, smiled slightly, his eyes behind the glasses flashed sharply, "It's just for him to recognize people, can't he not even recognize his own sister-in-law?"

The author says:

For reasons known to everyone, this article has been changed countless times, and more than 7 words have been abolished, but I am still very happy to start the pit in June? (????) This article is the fourth part of the cheongsam series. The overhead background is similar to "Stealing Fragrance", but it is a completely different story. At the same time, it is a warning: having a child, the three views are not correct, my writing is poor, and I have a brain hole. Unwell, be sure to quickly click the fork in the upper right corner, thank you everyone!