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Bai Hemian was woken up by Feng Qisong.

The moment he opened his eyes, the earth shook and the mountains shook. If it wasn't for the bright sunshine outside the window, he really thought there was an earthquake.

It turned out that Brother Feng was working hard.

Young Master Bai kicked his legs, ripped his deformed clothes, and snorted coldly with his mouth curled up.

Feng Qisong took time out of his busy schedule to glance at him: "Are you awake?"

"Hmm." Bai Hemian twisted a few times irritably, breathing in the pain.

He refused to stop last night, and suffered a loss this morning.

Not only the waist, but also the legs, even the toes are aching.

He angrily kicked at Feng Qisong's waist, but before he lifted his legs, they drooped limply.

Bai Hemian decided not to fight against him.

There is no need for him to move, so why struggle?

So he enjoyed it comfortably, and only got up from the bed when the sun was getting stronger.

Neither of them spoke, for fear of spoiling the beautiful atmosphere.

After all, if Young Master Bai moved his lips, there must be no good words.

Bai Hemian really wanted to scold someone, he felt pain wherever he moved, and he had to stand on tiptoe when he walked, for fear of pulling a sensitive nerve and causing "pain" all over his body.

Feng Qisong stood aside, pursed his lips and smiled, watching Bai Hemian stumbling, threw himself at the table to drink, and then wandered to the window to blow some air.

Young Master Bai is actually in a good mood, after all, he got what he wanted and tasted the sweetness from Brother Feng.

With a young heart, as long as there is a little sweetness, no amount of bitterness can be forgotten.

"Second Brother Feng," Bai Hemian lay down by the window, looking at the scenery with his waist slumped, "be gentler next time."

"If you're lighter, you'll still blame me." Feng Qisong walked over and put a coat on for him.

Bai Hemian yawned lazily, arrogant and unreasonable: "Then make it lighter first, then heavier."

He hooked Feng Qisong's finger: "Second Brother Feng, you love me, right?"

Isn't that right, Feng Qisong loves him the most.

After being lingering, their way of getting along is different. Bai Hemian has truly become the "second wife" of the Feng family. After resting enough, he shakes off the sickness that does not exist all over his body, and declares that he is well. up.

Feng Wobai was the first to get the news.

Now that the Feng family has lost power, it looks like nothing is going well. Firstly, it benefits from the deep background, and secondly, Feng Qisong is feigning death, and firstly, affairs are handled as usual.Therefore, only the assets in Feng Wobai's hands were in decline.

Third Master Feng had no money in his pocket, and he "dead" his backer, Second Brother Feng. Going to the flower house was disgusting, and all the friends from the past were gone. Now, when he ran into Bai Hemian, he loved and hated him for a long time. No words came out.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the warm light flows on the blue tiles.

Young Master Bai was still in mourning, wearing a dark blue gown with no extra patterns, holding a golden hand stove in both hands, leading Qian Shan slowly from the other end of the veranda.

Feng Wobai's gaze froze suddenly.

Different from the young master Bai who just opened meat, Feng Laosan is a regular customer of Fengyue place, and he can tell the difference between Chu'er and the beauty who has gone through human affairs at a glance.

He didn't argue with his second brother before, because he saw that although Bai Hemian married into the Feng family, he had never been touched by anyone.However, today, he is like a half-opened peony, with a dark body, still unable to hide the beauty seeping from his bones, and there is a lustful laziness in every gesture, as if he has been well nourished.

Second Brother Feng is dead, who can nourish Bai Hemian?

The jealousy in Feng Wobai's heart instantly occupied all his rationality, he looked at Qianshan, and then at the guards in the yard, each of them might have the possibility of making love with Bai Hemian.

Can't I compare with these people?

They had a marriage contract before, why can't they renew their relationship?

When Feng Wobai was looking at Bai Hemian, Bai Hemian was also looking at Feng Wobai.

There's nothing attractive about a worthless wretch, even if he has a face very similar to Feng Qisong, he doesn't have the charm of Feng Erge.

The same blood failed to breed the same people, so they gradually peeled off from bone to skin.

Bai Hemian stopped and said to Qian Shan, "Let's go another way."

He didn't want to listen to Feng Wobai's nonsense.Not worth it.

Feng Wobai chased after unwillingly: "Hemian."

"Third Master, it's against the rules for you to call me that." Bai Hemian didn't turn his head, and Qian Shan consciously stood between them.

"You should call me sister-in-law." He deliberately said that unspeakable title.

"Is this how you treat your regular customers?" Feng Wobai was forced to stop, lowered his voice, and said bitterly, "Bai Hemian, don't you feel guilty when you think of me?"

"You liked me, loved me, and even wanted to elope with me, how could you...!" Feng Wobai choked as if someone had grabbed his throat.

What could he go on asking?

Ask Bai Hemian why he is with other men, and ask yourself what is the difference?

But in fact, Feng Wobai knew more clearly than anyone else that he was the failure of the Feng family and a disgrace to the Feng family.When he was young, he had an elder brother, a second elder brother, and the entire Feng family, even if he was a bit muddled, no one could control him.

Now, the eldest brother is dead, and the second brother is also dead.

The Feng family is a flat boat in the wind and rain, any huge wave can capsize it.

Feng Wobai was in it, he didn't have the ability of his second brother to support the Feng family, and he didn't want to pay the price of growing up, so when he saw Bai Hemian, he took his anger on him uselessly.

If there is no young master of the Bai family, the second brother will not have a quarrel with him and give all the family property to a male wife.

"Bai Hemian, what face do you have to stay in the Feng family..." Feng Wobai thought he was standing on the moral high ground, and walked away, "Are you worthy of my dead second brother?"

Bai Hemian, who was standing with his hands folded, looked pale. He was sorry for Feng Qisong, he was obviously moved, and he once had a bit of undue expectation for regular customers.

Therefore, being humiliated by being named Wobai today is his own fault.

"Young master?" Qian Shan intentionally explained that Feng Qisong was the "regular customer", but he was a servant after all and could not be overstepped, "Young master, don't talk to the third master, wait until the second master solves Chen Beidou..."

"I know," Bai Hemian interrupted Qian Shan and said to himself, "I know everything."

He knew that Brother Feng would not blame him, but he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

The more he got along with Feng Qisong, the more he fell into it. Bai Hemian lowered his head and picked the relief on the stove, as if there was a butterfly spreading its wings in his heart, and the flapping wings plucked at the heartstrings.

Sentimental feelings are restraint, forbearance, and unstoppable when the eyes meet.

The corners of Bai Hemian's mouth raised involuntarily, wanting to go back to the East Wing.

What is being tired in bed?If he could follow Second Brother Feng all the time, he would be willing to work hard for the rest of his life.

At the same time, Feng Qisong, who was in the East Wing, rolled up his trouser legs. Mr. Xun looked at it carefully, and after a long while, he was overjoyed: "These months have been raised well, and he is already well."

Feng Qisong knew he was fine, otherwise he wouldn't have messed around with Bai Hemian on the bed.

He stretched out his arm: "Occasionally, this hand can't use its strength. Mr. Xun, please help me see."

Elder Xun leaned closer to Feng Qisong's arm again: "Second Lord, it's normal, it's been a hundred days of injury, you still have to take care of it!"

"I don't care." Feng Qisong sighed, his eyes helpless, "He Mian got hit on the head earlier, he didn't take it seriously, he said it didn't hurt like the slap from the third child, but my heart ached so much gone."

"...Old Mr. Xun, please help him take a look later."

"Young master is young, so the injury heals quickly." Elder Xun happily stroked his beard, his mentality was much better than that of Feng Qisong, "Don't worry."

"It's just the third child..." Feng Qisong closed his eyes.

Old Man Xun coughed lightly and shook his head: "Nothing! Second Master, your brother is no good!"

"Why don't I know he's ineffective?" Feng Qisong's smile was tinged with bitterness.

Before Feng Qingzhu's death, he had been telling him to take care of Feng Wobai, but he didn't realize that, he actually took care of him and caused a disaster.

Feng Qisong can be sorry for the third child, but he cannot be sorry for the elder brother.

"Master Xun, go find Hemian." Second Master Feng issued the order to evict guests, and when Mr. Xun left the bedroom, he got up and walked out the door.

In addition to the bedroom where Feng Qisong was hiding, the East Wing also had an ancestral hall lit with ever-burning lamps.

Feng Qisong walked through the quiet courtyard, and heard Bai Hemian chatting excitedly, he stopped abruptly, but found that it was the wind.

He laughed, shook his head, stretched out his hand to wrap the windbreaker around his shoulders tightly, took off his glasses from the bridge of his nose, and narrowed his eyes.

It was Feng Qisong's habit not to wear glasses when meeting his elder brother.Feng Wobai is already enough to worry about, he can't worry about his elder brother anymore.

The black tiles caress the sky, and the cold wind brings the first snow.

Feng Qisong sucked the cold air into his lungs, and pressed his hand on the door of the ancestral hall.

The cold touch was just like when his elder brother died.

"Brother..." Feng Qisong's tone revealed a fleeting fragility.

No one asked the 23-year-old Feng Qisong if he was willing to shoulder the burden of the Feng family, and no one asked him if he was tired all these years.

Only he himself knows that the 23-year-old Feng Qisong is a young man who has just returned from overseas and is proud.

And now Feng Qisong...

He pushed open the door of the ancestral hall with all his strength, and the ever-burning lamp flickered, and the soft light was like merciful eyes.

Feng Qisong walked in, knelt on the only futon in the hall, listened to the slight sound of lamp oil burning, and realized that he had become a deputy commander full of intrigue.

That high-spirited Feng Jia Erlang had already been buried in the years.

"Brother, this is probably the last time I will see you." Feng Qisong whispered to himself, "I have failed your expectations, I have failed to take care of the third child, and even snatched He Mian, you don't want to see me again ?”

His waist is straight, like a vigorous pine and cypress: "The third child has violated too many family rules. In order to seal the family, if he makes mistakes again in the future, I will definitely not show mercy."

"... If elder brother is angry, he will scold me at will when he sees me soon."

"...As for He Mian." Feng Qisong paused, "He is young, and I forced him to get married, brother, don't blame him. He...he has suffered enough."

Feng Qisong continued to speak in a low voice for a long time, until the voice of Young Master Bai came from outside the courtyard, and then he stopped temporarily.

Second Master Feng doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but if he doesn't tell his elder brother who passed away, who can he tell?

"The ancestors of the Feng family are above all. I, Feng Qisong, wish not to enter the ancestral hall in a hundred years, but only hope that Bai Hemian will be safe in this life." Feng Qisong bent his back slowly, and kowtowed three times to the memorial tablet.

"My son and I... From now on, we will be separated." Every time Feng Qisong uttered a word, his back straightened up a bit, and when he stood up again, his gaze was as bright as a torch.

There are some things that no living person can stop him, let alone dead relatives.