The villain's guide to throwing blame

"Little Lord!"

Ban Shi, who was waiting in the house for the young master's return after finishing his business, was shocked. He rushed forward, carefully supported his young master, let him sit back on the stool, and quickly brewed a pot of ginseng tea and placed it in his hand .

Feng Ling waved his hand weakly, indicating that he was fine, then he took out a small jade bottle from his sleeve, poured out the round and green elixir into his mouth, and drank ginseng tea, and then he regained his strength.

He was leaning tiredly on the chair with his teacup in his arms, his eyes half-closed, making it difficult to see his emotions, and his back, which had been stiff and straight just now, relaxed, and it was slightly hunched.

Looking at the young master who rarely showed such a dejected posture, Ban Shi, who had always been as cold as a rock, was a little at a loss. He just stood on a plate, staring at Feng Ling in a daze, not daring to speak rashly, just standing upright like this Standing there, looking at him with good eyes.

Feng Ling, who was originally a little depressed, felt quite uncomfortable under the direct gaze. When he lifted his eyelids, he saw his subordinate, who sometimes looked like a mallet, staring at him with round eyes, and his face was full of pain. He looked sad as if he was not well.

The veins on his forehead twitched, and the helpless annoyance drove away the complex emotions that had been surging undercurrents when he faced Moondust just now, and this bit of anger was also revealed in his expression.

"Look at me like that. Your young master is still young and strong, so he can't die." Feng Ling rolled his eyes, changed his sitting posture slightly, stretched his body, leaned on the handle of the chair obliquely, and looked downcast. In an instant, he changed into the lazy posture that Wan Shi knew well, and his face turned rosy from the steaming ginseng tea he held in his hand.

This appearance is quite similar to the time when the old patriarch Feng and his wife, the young master, talked about family affairs in their spare time.

"Don't look, your eyes are about to pop out." Feng Ling lowered his head and took a sip of tea, and glanced at him sideways, "If you have something to say, what happened to what I told you to do, don't open your mouth here Will I be able to find out if I stick to it?"

It was only then that Banshi came to his senses, he bowed slowly, and then replied: "Just now Master Yuechen did enter the stronghold of the dark pavilion here."

Feng Ling squeezed the tea lid in his hand and gently scraped the tea soup, his fine eyelashes blinked slightly, and he hummed calmly, "And then?"

"However, Master Moonchen only asked two questions."

click-

The tea cover in his hand and the teacup made a crisp sound when they collided, and Feng Ling also raised his head at this time, looking at the tall subordinate with an unpredictable expression in his eyes, and raised his long eyebrows.

"Only two?"

"Yes." Banshi bent down and replied, then straightened up and looked at Fengling, and after thinking about it for a while, he said, "One of the questions is about the Undertide Auction, what is the finale item?"

Feng Ling put the teacup back on the table with a half-smile, crossed his hands, and asked jokingly, "Then, how did you answer?"

"According to the young master's order, report the truth." Banshi's expression remained unchanged, "Except for the bloody night Styx scroll, Fengying Pavilion can't be sure about the remaining one, what it is."

"laugh--"

Feng Ling laughed softly, tapped his fingertips on his knees and said, "You guys are really good at playing tricks, who told you this answer, half loose?"

Banshi showed a hesitant look of being guessed right, but Feng Ling didn't bother to worry about such a trivial matter. This statement is indeed correct. If it is not the last moment of the auction, the last finale sale is indeed Can be changed.

Since Bansong is so zen-minded and wants to give him some leeway, that's okay.

"Forget it, what else?" Feng Ling waved his hands indifferently.

"There is one more." Banshi secretly glanced at his young master secretly, with a serious expression on his face, and Feng Ling unconsciously squeezed his hand tightly, but his face was calm.

"Master Yuechen, I asked about Master Huizhen of Shaolin Temple."

what?

Feng Ling was at a loss for a moment, all the situations he had imagined had come to nothing, and almost none of the three questions he had guessed were right, which made him a little at a loss for a while.

Yuechen didn't go according to his idea, but walked out of the circle he was trapped in, and stood on the periphery quietly watching everything.

He didn't believe that Yuechen didn't suspect anything, and he even prepared everything that might be asked, and told him everything, but now he was told that Yuechen didn't ask these questions, he just kept them quietly in his heart , choose to hide or not believe it.

Fengling laughed suddenly, Banshi was startled by the sudden laughter, and he was a little worried about whether the young master was mad because of his omission, but he could hear the free and easy and real joy from the laughter .

He has never been able to guess Yuechen correctly, but now he feels pretty good, Feng Ling thought happily.

After laughing for a while, he picked up the teacup and drank a few sips. After thinking for a while, he sent out a spiritual message to summon Bansong to come forward. His every move was filled with a sense of ease that was not there before, and his dull chest became transparent. Take it easy.

"Young master." Bansong hurried over after receiving the spiritual news.

Just now before he came in, he brushed past Master Yuechen, and after a polite salute, he hurriedly entered Fengling's room under Yuechen's heavy eyes.

Recalling just now that Master Yuechen's dark eyes fell on him, he didn't say anything, which seemed to be full of deep emotions, and he trembled unconsciously when he was half loose, feeling that his scalp was really tingling.

"I have something to trouble you." Feng Ling glanced at him with a smile, "You have been persuading me before, but now you can make your wish come true."

Bansong was startled, and then he couldn't help showing a smile, "The young master has changed his mind?" He was a little happy, his young master is good everywhere, but his mind is too heavy, he doesn't leave room for others, and he can be cruel to himself Just be ruthless and never hold back, but now this means that you are really willing to think about yourself?

Recalling the words he interrupted abruptly when he had dinner with Yue Chen just now, the corners of Feng Ling's mouth curved slightly, and he nodded his head, accepting it.

I'm afraid that at that time, he just wanted to tell himself what he said in the dark pavilion today, he changed his mind, and suddenly thought of what Banshi said just now.

——Master Yuechen asked about Master Huizhen of Shaolin Temple.

The mood suddenly sank again, the joy just now was mixed with many complex emotions, sourness, helplessness, anger and sadness flowed out from the gap opened by this name in the heart, this name that has spanned countless times, brushed away The floating dust above, quietly fell in people's eyes.

He should know.

Fengling drank the slightly cold tea, feeling a bit dull in his mouth, watching Bansong happily doing what he had just ordered, and then sent Banshi in front of him to supervise Banhe's homework.

When he was the only one left in the room, he stood up slowly, walked to the window, looked over the layers of low houses in front of him, let himself go, looked into the distance with distracted eyes, and said nothing , Standing until the sunset on the western mountain, and the night was quiet before leaving.

For the remaining three days, Feng Ling and the others didn't leave the inn very much.

Once you know the important things you can know, it doesn't make much sense whether you go out or not, not to mention the mixed fish and snakes in Mingye Town, if you get into trouble, it will be annoying.

Therefore, Feng Ling took out the chessboard that he carried with him, went to find Yuechen to play a few games of chess every day, and then finished copying the Buddhist scriptures that he was in arrears with, and spent a few days of leisurely life.

Three days later, in the morning.

Yue Chen opened his eyes from the futon, sat quietly for a while, then got up to wash, changed into the black robe that Feng Ling had prepared for him before, picked up the bamboo hat placed at the entrance and put it on before going out.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a young man in red standing in front of his room with a mask in his hand, obviously waiting for him for a long time.

"Master, good morning." Feng Ling waved the mask on his hand.

Yuechen nodded, and answered in a low voice, but when he was about to step away, he was stopped by a hand.

"Mage, did you bring the breath-holding peke I gave you earlier?"

He nodded hesitantly, took it out of his Qiankun bag, and was taken by the young man with one hand. He watched helplessly as the young man activated the breathing pendant, hung it on his waist and patted it twice.

"There are everyone in Mingye Town, and I'm impatient to greet people from this faction and that faction. Let's dress it up."

After finishing speaking, Feng Ling put the mask on his face, signaled Yue Chen to go first with one hand, and looked at him with crooked eyes smiling.

Yuechen didn't show any courtesy to him, and walked ahead, but in a place where Fengling couldn't see, she pursed her lips when she thought of the hand that patted her waist just now.

The young man in red smiled and walked behind with his hands behind his back, and gently rubbed his fingertips with his right hand, recalling the texture just now, and smiled even more cheerfully.

Today is a good day, Young Master Feng thought so.

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Hehehe, I think this chapter is a bit sweet, and there will be a last update later, for everyone to compare their hearts, I hope you can show me some flowers for my hard work~

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