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Feng Wobai was not the only one who scolded Bai Hemian for being heartless.

Conscience has become cumbersome ever since Young Master Bai became the oiran.

If he wants to be worthy of his conscience, he will be sorry for himself.

But Bai Hemian never thought that the faceless regular customer was Feng Wobai.He didn't want to believe it, and he didn't want to believe it. Even though he knew that there were only a handful of people in Jinling City who had the financial resources to support the courtiers, he didn't want to equate the regular customers who had given their affection with Feng Laosan.

Because of the strong character in the words, the regular customer in Bai Hemian's heart should be a person like Feng Qisong who is gentle and refined.

On the other hand, Feng Wobai... Bai Hemian closed his eyes and took a step back, pursed his lips and walked into the east wing, fled in a panic-stricken posture.

For a long period of time, he entrusted his youthful emotions to such a person—such a libertine who was corrupted by the glitz of Jinling City in his bones, such a son-in-law who discredited him and was ridiculed by the world.

Bai Hemian staggered, Qian Shan anxiously supported his arm: "Young master, third master..."

"You don't need to talk about it." Bai Hemian interrupted Qian Shan, his face pale, "Since the third master wants me to investigate, then I will investigate."

Feng Qisong gave him all the account books of the Feng family, which made it easier for him to look through.

Knowing the details of the ledger, Qian Shan was so anxious that his nose was sweating, he left Bai Hemian to look for Feng Qisong, on the way he bumped into the nursing home, and said that Chen Beidou had come again, with wine, and wanted to pay homage to Feng Er with the young master Lord.

Qian Shan's head instantly became two big, and he ran into the bedroom, telling the whole story like pouring beans.

"Bring wine?" Feng Qisong's face remained unchanged, quietly staring at the half-closed window, "You find a way to bring the wine."

"The young master..."

"Let him check." Feng Qisong suppressed the turbulent emotions in his eyes, "The Feng family's accounts are not easy to check, and I didn't record the expenses for buying the western-style house. Raw rice is cooked into rice."

Qian Shan was confused by what he heard, but he followed Feng Qisong's instructions and forcibly replaced the wine.

In order to get Bai Hemian, Chen Beidou spent a lot of money, and the wine he added was actually the best Huadiao.Fortunately, the wine fell into the hands of several servants on the way from Chen's house to Feng's house, Qian Shan racked his brains to install Feng's cronies, and managed to deliver the wine to the east wing intact.

Feng Qisong sniffed it casually, and sneered: "What did you add?"

"The immortal fell." Qian Shan wished he could smash the wine bottle on the spot.

Immortals are a kind of drug, which means that immortals will fall if they are touched.Chen Beidou obviously wanted to take advantage of the "death" of Feng's second child and take Bai Hemian as his own.

"Second Master, I'm going to pour the wine right away." Qian Shan volunteered and ran out of the house with the wine bottle.

"Come back." Feng Qisong stopped him, shaking his head with a half-smile, "It's such a good wine, it's a pity to lose it."

Qian Shan was puzzled: "Second Master, there is medicine in the wine."

"It's just a drug, it won't hurt you."

"But young master..."

"I won't give him a drink." Feng Qisong grabbed the jug and rubbed it thoughtfully.

In the next few days, Bai Hemian spent less time looking for Feng Qisong, and even when he came, his eyes were very dodgy.

He is guilty.

With a guilty conscience, he was tempted by Feng Erye, and tried to find out the real identity of the regular customer.

He didn't want to betray Feng Qisong, but he just didn't want to be reconciled, and he didn't want to put his long-term emotional sustenance on Feng Laosan, a wimp.

If Bai Hemian wants to be tempted, he must fall in love with the person who is most worthy of his love in the world.

This person must not be Feng Wobai.

However, the more anxious Bai Hemian was, the slower he checked the accounts. In the blink of an eye, Sanqi appeared. Feng Qisong's "coffin" was about to be buried.

The last lingering warmth of summer burns to ashes in the sound of cicadas, and the bleak autumn wind sweeps through Jinling, which Bai Hemian is familiar with.

He walked across the street with her husband's fake coffin, feeling desolate and extremely desolate.He was afraid that this was really the end of Feng Qisong.

"Snake coiled peony, rich and honored for a hundred years..." Bai Hemian murmured to himself with his head down, "Second brother Feng, I want you to have a smooth life and a healthy life forever."

At the beginning of the peony flower and snake in the text, he was for himself.Time has passed, and Young Master Bai is no longer the charming oiran he was back then. He was thinking of Second Brother Feng, thinking of Second Brother Feng, if it wasn't for the fact that the regular customer matter hadn't been resolved, he would have stuck to Feng Qisong's side a long time ago, frankly begging for love .

The weather was not good, and when the Fuling team reached the gate of the city, Jinling ushered in the first autumn rain. The cold wind was like flying arrows, hitting Bai Hemian's body, causing him to shiver one after another.

Bai Hemian's body wasn't feeling well, and he felt a little top-heavy after being showered for a while. He didn't dare to fall down. At this moment, Chen Beidou's eyeliner must be nearby. If he fell down, the consequences would be disastrous.

He had to send Feng Qisong's "coffin" to the Feng family's ancestral grave.

Sweat mixed with raindrops, glued his clothes to Bai Hemian's body. He tried his best to bury the fake coffin. When he got home, he dealt with Chen Beidou who was asking about his health. When he finally returned to the East Wing, he saw Feng Qi waiting for him in a wheelchair. Song, the sockets of his eyes suddenly turned red, and then he arched over without a sound, and fell into a dark sleep.

After that, Young Master Bai had a fever for half a month. Chen Beidou probably really believed the news that Feng Qisong was killed in the bombing, thinking that he was distraught and suffering from a long illness, so he didn't pester him any more.

Bai Hemian was troubled every day, except Feng Laosan who went crazy from time to time.

It stands to reason that Feng Qisong's funeral has passed, and Feng Laosan should move out of Feng's house, but firstly, Feng Qisong did not really die, and secondly, Young Master Bai didn't know who his regular customers were, so he split up. The family affairs were delayed again and again until winter, Feng Qisong's injured leg improved obviously, and the root of Young Master Bai's disease was almost completely eradicated.

The expenditure on the ledger finally had a clue, but it was not a good one—the mansion was really under the name of Feng Wobai.

Young Master Bai was almost struck down and fell ill again, holding Feng Qisong's waist that night, he was so angry that he grinded his teeth.

Feng Qisong had a clear grasp of his every move, and he was equally depressed, not only afraid that Bai Hemian would show deep affection for his regular customers, but also worried that he would forget his own kindness.But in fact, the regular customer is Feng Lao Er himself.

Since winter, the evening wind is no longer gentle.

Bai Hemian curled up in Second Brother Feng's warm embrace and had a frightening dream - not a nightmare, but better than a nightmare.

In the dream, he was flirting with Brother Feng.

Feng Qisong gently kissed the small snake on his body, his moist and hot lips and tongue were swimming in the water, the petals on the text seemed to be blown back and forth by the wind, Bai Hemian was so comfortable that he was on the bliss, the door suddenly Was kicked away.

He hugged Feng Qisong's waist in panic, and rubbed himself into the hot embrace of Feng Erge, but the person who kicked open the door still pushed Feng Qisong down, and then revealed a ferocious face belonging to Feng Laosan.

"You like this kind of disability?" Feng Wobai laughed wildly, stepped on Feng Qisong who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up, and proudly hugged the trembling Bai Hemian, "You are my baby!"

Little Young Master Bai woke up screaming in fright, threw himself into Feng Qisong's arms, screaming and making noise.

As a result, after a few minutes of quarrel, his body became weak again. He lowered his head and took a few breaths, and found that Second Brother Feng was pinching his little flame and was helping him vent it.

No wonder I have such a dream...

Bai Hemian rolled his eyes, and just when Feng Qisong thought he would be angry, he yawned lazily, and then asked seriously: "Second Brother Feng, you can't really do it, can you?"

He was afraid that Ji Feng Qisong would fall down as soon as he pushed it like he saw in his dream, and he would be bullied by Feng Laosan.

Feng Qisong paused for a while, and sighed amusedly: "Why do you ask that?"

Bai Hemian honestly told the dream.

"If it's me, then it's okay?" Feng Qisong's heartbeat became a bit disordered.

"Well, yes." He straightened his back a few times, vented his anger, and rolled into Feng Qisong's arms tiredly, as if he had been stabbed, "Second brother Feng, wipe it for me..."

"Okay." Feng Qisong got up, turned on the lamp beside the bed, helped Bai Hemian wipe his legs clean, and then met his confused eyes.

The dim yellow light was like the last twilight before sunset, covering Young Master Bai's face with a layer of sensual charm, those eyes became rippling lake water, and the shimmering waves made Feng Qisong's heart rippling.

It's time, Second Master Feng said to himself.

Bai Hemian is completely his.

Then Young Master Bai yawned, turned over, gave the softness of his whole body to Mengjing, and left Feng Qisong with a merciless back.

Second Master Feng who was standing by the bed sighed faintly, turned off the lamp beside the bed, climbed onto the bed softly, and soon embraced the limp Bai Hemian.

The news of Young Master Bai's serious illness was deliberately released by Feng Qisong by Qian Shan, half-truth, half-truth, anyway Feng Lao San believed it, because he had seen Bai Hemian who was sick and crooked, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Feng Wobai not only hoped that Baihe would die, but also could not bear him to die.

If Bai Hemian died, Feng Qisong's property would naturally return to the third child's hands, but when Bai Hemian really died, Feng Wobai felt that the world was less beautiful.

Besides, without Bai Hemian, who will deal with Chen Beidou?

Leaving aside Feng Laosan's concerns for now, Bai Hemian is still worrying about the so-called truth he found out.

For him, the help given by regular customers is a timely help, an indelible and precious memory in his life. Even if the truth is contrary to Bai Hemian's expectations, he cannot forget the past favors because of temporary prejudice.

Young Master Bai stood under the eaves with his hands in his hands, rubbing the snow-white rabbit fur around his collar with his chin.

It was already very cold, and Bai Hemian's thick clothes were prepared by Feng Qisong early in the morning. Before he remembered, Qian Shan had already changed all the clothes in the closet according to Feng Erye's instructions.

Feng Qisong's legs also improved a lot. Bai Hemian saw it with his own eyes. After removing the gauze, new growths of flesh were exposed.But he still couldn't forget the scene he had seen before - Brother Feng's leg was covered with gauze, and the ugly scars were like vines, parasitic on the originally strong calf.

Bai Hemian sneezed and heard footsteps behind him.

Feng Qisong put on his coat for him, then stuffed a bowl of warm porridge into his hand: "What are you thinking about?"

"It's porridge again." Young Master Bai answered irrelevantly, looking at the bowl in his hand with distaste, as if he had been greatly wronged, "I've been drinking porridge for a month."

"You're not in good health." Feng Qisong smiled slightly, "When you recover, I'll take you there..."

"Take me to eat what I want." Bai Hemian continued impatiently, "Second Brother Feng, what you said made my ears grow calluses."

But Feng Qisong always has 1 reasons for him to drink porridge.

Brother Feng's sternness is hidden in his gentleness, moistening things silently.

Bai Hemian drank the porridge listlessly, holding the blue bowl in his white hands, staring at Feng Qisong while swallowing the sweet rice.

From the corner of his eye, Qian Shan was running along the corridor to the east wing.

"What's the matter?" Young Master Bai frowned and muttered.

The Feng family claimed that the property belonged to Bai Hemian, but in fact Feng Qisong was still in charge.

Every time Qian Shan brought news into the East Wing, Second Master Feng would be busy for a long time, so the current Young Master Bai doesn't like him very much.

"Second Master, this is today's account book." Qian Shan walked over bravely, then turned around and took out a letter from his pocket, "Young Master, this is yours."

"Mine?" Bai Hemian took it hesitantly, already knowing it in his heart.

Besides Feng Laosan, a regular customer, who else wrote to him?

"Go and see, I still have something to deal with." Feng Qisong noticed Bai Hemian's uneasiness, glanced at the envelope coldly, and at the same time glanced at Qianshan, "Come with me, I have something to do Tell you to do it."

Qian Shan hurriedly followed Feng Qisong into the house, before he closed the door tightly, he heard Feng Qisong ask: "Where's the wine I asked you to put away last time?"

"Second Master, what kind of wine?"

"The wine sent by Chen Beidou."

"It's hiding in the back room."

"Bring it to me." Feng Qisong tore off his collar and exhaled lightly.

Qian Shan scratched the back of his head: "Second Master, that wine has been spiced, what do you want it for?"

"Of course it's drinking." Feng Qisong lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves, his tone was brisk, as if he had endured it for a long time, and finally let out a foul breath.

He raised his head, against the light, his eyes were more lingering than the twilight.

"I'll drink it," he said.

Feng Qisong couldn't wait any longer, if he didn't make a move, someone would try to grab his young master.