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"Second Master, don't think about it." Qian Shan has been with Feng Qisong for so long, and has also experienced the death of Feng Boss, and comforted him softly, "If the uncle is alive in the sky, seeing the current situation of the Feng family, he will definitely happy."

"Really?" Feng Qisong stretched out his hand expressionlessly, catching the rain leaking from the eaves, "He won't blame me for robbing his sister-in-law to be his husband?"

Qian Shan was stunned for a moment.

"He begged me to protect Wo Bai before he died." Feng Qisong's voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself, "But I stole Wo Bai's wife, do you think he will rest in peace under the Nine Springs?"

The little bit of happiness he had finally hoped for was still based on pain, but every day he lived, he felt guilty like Ling Chi, cutting his flesh in an orderly manner.

Feng Qi Matsumoto, who has stayed abroad, doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but sometimes he also thinks that after a hundred years, he will kneel in front of his brother and parents, repent for the stolen year of married life, and then go up the mountain of swords and down the sea of ​​fire, praying to Bai Xiao The young master drank Mengpo soup and forgot all about this disgraceful marriage.

Just when Qian Shan was at a loss, Bai Hemian ran out of the house, "Second Brother Feng!"

With a bit of shame and timidity, he ran to Feng Qisong, hiding the prescription written by Mrs. Liang behind his back: "Do you like soup?"

He just took a sneak peek, and it turns out that the so-called secret recipe is just an ordinary prescription for nourishing the body.

Bai Hemian thought for a while and understood.Even if Mrs. Liang really had some shady family secret recipe, she would not dare to give it to Feng Qisong casually.

It's fine if the prescription doesn't work, if it works, it's not a good use, then even if she has ten lives, it's not enough to appease Feng Qisong's anger.

So there is such a simple prescription for nourishing the body.

Bai Hemian remembered what Qian Shan had said, that Er Ye Feng's leg was almost injured while riding a horse, so he hurried over to inquire.

He didn't notice the low air pressure on Feng Qisong's body, and consciously found a way to repay Brother Feng's life-saving grace, and said happily, "I'll make you some soup, okay?"

Feng Qisong trembled all over.

It was always like this, when he was about to plunge himself into the darkness, Bai Hemian was like a ray of light, calmly and warmly shining into his heart, just like daylight embracing the chilling night.

The kind of happiness that cannot be understood by outsiders is like a pure flower tumbling out of the mud, blooming with a sense of guilt.

Maybe they can go on, tear up the papers representing the transaction, and really become husband and wife.

"You can't do this..." Feng Qisong muttered to himself, not daring to continue thinking about it.

Can't be like this, give me hope, and let me fall back to despair.

Bai Hemian didn't hear what Feng Qisong said, and thought he didn't believe that he could cook soup, so he was a little unconvinced: "When I was an oiran, I often cooked."

While talking, he forgot the Tibetan prescription and raised his arms as if to roll up his sleeves, but the thin piece of paper just fell on Feng Qisong's lap.

Feng Qisong's expression was slightly concentrated, he unfolded the prescription, took a look, then raised his eyelids, and looked at Bai Hemian with a half-smile: "You still think I'm not good enough?"

Bai Hemian almost fainted from anger.

Who knew that Second Master Feng knew how to prescribe medicine?

He rushed over to snatch Mrs. Liang's "secret recipe", and said plausibly, "I thought of cooking it for you because you were injured while riding a horse. Why...why are you such a rascal?"

Feng Qisong let Bai Hemian snatch the prescription away, hid it in his bosom, and ran away without looking back.

"Let him go." The depression on Feng Qisong's body was about to dissipate, and he said to Qian Shan with a smile, "Look at him, he is still a child at heart."

"Master Bai is only 19 years old." Qian Shan echoed in a low voice, "He sometimes messes around, so don't get angry with him."

Feng Qisong withdrew his gaze, looked at the hand holding the prescription, and said to himself: "How can I be angry with him? I'm just trying to make things difficult for myself."

"you……"

"Push me to the east wing." Feng Qisong put his hands on his lap again, "I want to be alone for a while."

"Second Master!" Qian Shan was stunned, his hands holding the wheelchair trembled slightly.

"What's wrong?" Feng Qisong frowned, "If you don't push me, I'll go by myself." After that, he made a gesture to stand up.

Qian Shan had no choice but to push Erye Feng to the east wing as promised, and then went to find Bai Hemian who was busy in the kitchen.

"You said that Second Brother Feng went to the East Wing?" Bai Hemian had some flour on his face, and had no time to take care of it. While pouring water into the pot, he asked, "Why, there is an old friend of Second Master in the East Wing?"

Although he didn't come to Feng's house for a day or two, he still couldn't figure out the purpose of each wing room. He listened to Qian Shan's chanting for a while, and then threw the water slinger on the table, not in the mood to make soup: "Shut me up. What's up?"

The author says:

Young Master Bai: Heh, I'm not sour at all :)