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Is it possible to tell Feng Qisong directly that his brother is calling him disabled behind his back?

Bai Hemian grinds his back molars, and chops Feng Wobai into pieces in his heart, and then returns to the bed, laying down annoyed, his heart full of sourness.

When he himself was wronged, he was never so sad, but now because of a few words, he was so angry that he couldn't sit still.

Brother Feng could have a bright future, but for the sake of the Feng family, he willingly became a cripple in everyone's mouth.

Not a day, not a month, but many years.

The tip of Bai Hemian's nose was sour, and just as he was about to raise his hand to rub his eyes, Feng Qisong pushed open the small door between the two rooms.

"Second Brother Feng!" Young Master Bai hurriedly got up and ran over.

Feng Qisong closed the door smoothly.

With sharp eyes, Bai Hemian saw Qianshan leading an old man with white hair out, and the old man was carrying a box that looked familiar, so he couldn't help but feel a sudden jump in his heart.

"I may have to leave Jinling for a while." Feng Qisong's words attracted all his attention back.

"Leaving Jinling?"

"Well, it's okay to tell you." Feng Qisong didn't sit in the wheelchair, but walked behind Bai Hemian, and brushed his finger over his earlobe. Just hold the book on the shelf with your arm.

Feng Qisong took a relatively rough map: "Now the Feng family only has a guard in Jinling City. In the future, Chen Beidou will be our enemy for the death of his son. Instead of rushing to deal with it at that time, it is better to sit on the sidelines and wait. The Chen family fell into the trap we laid."

Maybe it's because of going to the military academy, when Feng Qisong talks about serious matters, his gentle energy is constantly flowing, and his gestures are full of strategizing sharpness.

Bai Hemian looked at it, reluctant to look away, sneaked up to Feng Qisong, stood on tiptoe, pretended to look at the map in Brother Feng's hand, but actually wanted to touch the lightly The slender fingers on the book.

His respect for Feng Qisong always outweighed his messy emotions.

A young man who grew up by the romantic Qinhuai River, yearns for a battlefield where he can make contributions.

Feng Qisong was born according to the appearance Bai Hemian worshiped.

"I have to go and rearrange the disbanded troops. One is to prepare to avenge my brother in the future, and the other is... I have been in a wheelchair for so long that some people think that the Feng family is not as good as it used to be." Feng Qisong pretended to look at the map Because of this, he held Young Master Bai into his arms, "It will take at least three days, and at most seven days, I will definitely come back."

"where to?"

Feng Qisong clicked a location on the map.

Bai Hemian seemed to understand but half understood: "Be careful."

"Yeah." Feng Qisong couldn't help rubbing his head with a smile, "I'll leave Qianshan at home with you, and he will remind you not to eat too much ice cream, and don't sleep with the window open."

As soon as he heard that Qian Shan was going to stay, Young Master Bai's face collapsed. He lay down on the table with his chin resting on the atlas, and mournfully said, "Forget it, I'll just sleep in your room, and he won't be able to find out."

Bai Hemian, who was full of ghost ideas, muttered: "As soon as the lights are turned off, I will come to your room, sleep on your bed, and open your windows. Unless Qian Shan spends the whole night wandering around the yard, I will definitely not find that I changed somewhere to sleep."

"You told me this, are you afraid that I will remind Qianshan?" Feng Qisong took Bai Hemian into his arms again.

He didn't notice it at all, and lay comfortably on his stomach: "Then you go and tell. You said it, and I will never tell you any secrets in the future."

If these words hadn't come from Bai Hemian's mouth, Feng Qisong would have presented him with the word "childish", but these words were said by Young Master Bai, so Second Master Feng not only didn't feel childish, but was rarely threatened Living.

He didn't want to create a quarrel with Bai Hemian.

"Okay, I won't say anything." Feng Qisong hesitantly urged, "But you really shouldn't eat more ice cream."

"...He Mian, you can give birth, if you hurt your body, you will suffer in the future."

After thousands of calculations, Bai Hemian didn't expect that Feng Qisong would use his "nengsheng" as an issue, and he was immediately angry and ashamed. At that time, he suppressed the desire to get angry, and used a pillow to draw a boundary in the middle of the bed at night. Said that as long as Feng Qisong crossed over, it would be considered a violation of the deal between them. After finishing speaking, he fell asleep angrily.

Naturally, Feng Qisong would not be blocked by the pillow, and when Bai Hemian was fast asleep, he immediately stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, holding him in front of him, and then closed his eyes contentedly.

When Bai Hemian woke up the next day, his surroundings were cold, Feng Qisong had walked for an unknown amount of time, Qian Shan was not waiting outside, but there were many more guards in the courtyard.

While washing up, he looked out until noon, when he learned from Qianshankou, who hurried home, that the guard was left by Feng Qisong to protect him.

"Second Master said, if you want to go out to play, go look for his wallet in the bookcase in the bedroom." Qian Shan honestly repeated Feng Qisong's instructions before leaving, "As long as you don't play around, you can spend the money as you like .”

"Got it, got it." Bai Hemian settled down a bowl of ice cream without raising his head, clutching his stomach contentedly, "I really want to go out and play."

When Qian Shan didn't come back, he asked his servants, and got the general whereabouts of Feng Laosan.

Now that Feng Qisong is not at home, Bai Hemian remembered what he heard while hiding behind the moon gate the day before yesterday, and sneered and dropped the bowl: "Bring someone, let's have some fun."

"Young master?" Qian Shan looked at him suspiciously, "Where are we going to have fun?"

After Qian Shan finished speaking, as if he had thought of something, his smile was worse than crying for a moment: "Young master, please don't elope with anyone!"

Bai Hemian, who turned back to the house, staggered: "Who is going to elope?"

Annoyed, he quickened his pace: "I just want to go to Liyuan to listen to an opera!"

Hearing this, Qian Shan breathed a sigh of relief, and then chased after him: "Young master, it's not even good to be an actor, so don't change your love!"

Bai Hemian, who had already walked into the house, was too lazy to talk to Qianshan, he opened the closet, chose a dark green cheongsam from it, and smiled slightly.

Didn't Third Master Feng dare to insult Feng Qisong?

Then he will let Third Master Feng taste the humiliation.

The faint light penetrated through the window paper, illuminating the closet, Bai Hemian's fingers slid across the cold fabric, and finally returned to his neckline.

Looking in the mirror, he carefully unbuttoned the gown, and took it off without hesitation.

The young man's slender and soft body was immediately exposed to the floating twilight, like a fish that just jumped out of the water and saw the vastness of the world for the first time.

"Tsk." Bai Hemian stroked the cyan lines on his chest, and said to himself, "Snake peony, rich and honored for a hundred years."

"...But I only want to make my second brother rich, so what does your Feng Wobai have to do with me?"

Bai Hemian slammed the closet door, and saw the mocking smile on his face from the constantly trembling mirror. He frowned dissatisfiedly, stretched out his index finger and tapped the center of his eyebrows, and said to himself, "Why don't you even put on a show?" Will it?"

As soon as the words fell, the smile on his lips warmed up.

Bai Hemian looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction, then raised his right leg.

Dark green fabric poured down from his legs, he lifted the hem of the skirt, carefully tied the leg loops, and knocked on the window.

Qian Shan poked his head over immediately: "Young master?"

"Bring me a razor blade." Bai Hemian ordered with a smile, "There is a thread on this clothes, I have to clean it up myself."

"I'll get you scissors if there's a thread end."

"No, I need a blade." He stubbornly refused, "I know better than you about cutting clothes."

Qian Shan thought about it, and even though he was worried, he still gave Bai Hemian the blade.

Young Master Bai took the blade, turned around and closed the window, then returned to the closet, pressed the back of the knife against the flesh, and carefully inserted it against the leg ring.

He only cares about and trusts Feng Qisong, as for Feng Laosan...

Bai Hemian sneered, straightened his waist, raised his eyebrows at himself in the mirror, then picked up the folding fan, walked to the door with his waist twisted, couldn't help laughing again, felt that the posture was too artificial, so he pushed the door, Still back to normal.

"Master, the car has already parked outside." Seeing Bai Hemian coming out, Qian Shan held up an umbrella graciously, "Where are you going to the pear garden?"

Bai Hemian slowly announced the name of a place.

Qian Shan obviously hesitated.

"What?" Bai Hemian knew that Qian Shan was worried that he would bump into Feng Laosan, so he smiled and said, "I can't go?"

"Go, go." Qian Shan followed Bai Hemian with a sad face, and while he was not paying attention, wiped the drops of sweat or rain from his forehead.

In the rainy season, when it doesn't rain, the air is filled with annoying heat. Bai Hemian is already sweating when he walks out of the closed house, but the cabin is also stuffy. The rickshaw, but saw the dark clouds in the sky, and had to give up.

"Master Feng isn't at home?" Bai Hemian asked seemingly unintentionally.

Qian Shan's expression changed instantly: "No...not here."

"Where did you go?" He found it interesting and couldn't help teasing the poor servant.

"Maybe I went out for a drink." Qian Shan choked out a few words dryly, "Is there something for the young master to ask the third master?"

"No." Bai Hemian held his chin to suppress a smile, "But I'm his sister-in-law in name, and Second Brother Feng is not at home, so I have to care about him no matter what?"

"Yes, yes, you are his male sister-in-law." Qian Shan wished that Young Master Bai would recognize the reality, "Naturally, he has the right to care about the younger generation. It's just that our third master is young, loves to play, and often runs out. Where, we really don't know."

"Second brother Feng doesn't care about him?"

"If you want to control it, you can't control it." Qian Shan said the truth, "Didn't our second master go out to study for many years? When we came back, the relationship with the third master was said to be close, of course they were close, but how far apart? Year."

Bai Hemian understands this truth.

Children have a bad memory, no matter how close they were before, once they are separated for a while, it will be difficult to restore the previous relationship.

What's more, not long after Feng Qisong returned to the country, the Feng family got into trouble, even if he wanted to get close to Feng Wobai, he didn't have the opportunity and time.

"Master Bai, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart." Seeing that Bai Hemian had remained silent, Qian Shan couldn't help being selfish, "Although the third master was born in Feng's family and has touched a gun before, he has the courage Little, when the uncle was alive, he could see that he was not expected to be the head of the family, so he agreed to our second master to go to study, so that our Feng family would have successors."

"Yo, you say this, are you afraid that Third Master Feng will be angry?" Bai Hemian couldn't tell that Qian Shan was speaking nicely for Second Master?

He smashed the folding fan in his hand with a half-smile: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in Mr. Feng."