Fengyunyi

【Qinzhuang Liuyuan】

The snowy night outside was cold and pitch black, but the room was still brightly lit. After leaving the ancestral hall, Qin Xue and Qin Yu went to visit Qin Feng's yard together. They saw Qin Feng lying on the bed miserably, and Gong Ling was giving him Prescription.

"Grandma, how is your brother?" Qin Xue looked at the clear welt marks on Qin Feng's back with distress.

"The doctor came to see it just now, the skin is traumatized, he still has a conscience." Mrs. Qin sighed lightly, showing her old age.

"Yo yo yo... Gently whine..." Qin Feng groaned with a kick all over his body.

"I'm sorry, young master." Gong Ling shook his hand and said lightly.

"Feng'er is recuperating well, with grandma here, your father dare not do anything to you." Mrs. Qin patted Qin Feng's head kindly.

"Grandma, I don't want to marry Yue Ranxin." Qin Feng muttered and acted like a baby desperately.

"Okay, okay, don't marry if you don't marry." Mrs. Qin nodded repeatedly, "Grandma will talk to your father tomorrow, we won't marry Miss Yue."

"Yeah." Qin Feng snorted sadly. He thought it would be a big deal to be scolded, but he didn't expect his father to be willing to beat him. Thinking about it like this made him panic.

"Brother..." Qin Xue sat by the bed, hesitating.

"Big sister?" Qin Feng looked at Qin Yu suspiciously.

"Do you really have a man you like..." Qin Xue asked awkwardly.

"Big sister." Qin Yu patted Qin Xue and shook her head, signaling her not to ask any more questions.

"No, just talk about it." Qin Feng laughed.

"That's good." Qin Xue also breathed a sigh of relief, "You are the only son of our Qin family, so don't cut off the incense, that's why daddy is so angry."

"Oh." Qin Feng suddenly felt a little guilty, and quickly turned his head away from his family.

"What are you two sisters thinking?" Mrs. Qin laughed when she heard this, "Our family Feng'er is a handsome and talented son, many girls admire him, our Qin family's incense will never be broken."

"Grandma said so." Qin Yu covered his mouth and smiled cleverly, patted Qin Feng's head and joked, "Our young master will have three wives and four concubines in the future."

"Feng'er has to work hard, grandma still wants to hug her great-grandson." Mrs. Qin was also happy.

Qin Feng blushed, and turned his head to chase people away again and again: "Oh, sister, aren't you sleepy, grandma? Go back to sleep."

"Okay, okay, young master is shy." Qin Xue nodded with a smirk.

"Grandma, let me help you go back to the house and rest, Feng'er's skin injury will heal tomorrow." Qin Yu said softly.

"Okay, Feng'er should go to bed early too, grandma is going back first." Mrs. Qin slowly got up as she spoke, leaning on a cane.

"Well, grandma, sister, what~" Qin Feng smiled charmingly, and kissed one by one from the air, making the two sisters and grandma laugh.

After all the family members left the room, Gong Ling went to close the doors and windows, lighted soothing incense, and filled the stove with enough charcoal fire. He was skillful and serious in doing this series of things. The personal entourage has unknowingly taken care of this young master for ten years.

"Little Bell." Qin Feng lay on the bed and called out leisurely

"What's your order, young master?" Gong Ling walked up to Qin Feng immediately.

Qin Feng thought for a while, and then asked: "Do you also think it's unreliable to like men?"

"As long as the young master likes someone, Gong Ling will definitely serve him well." Gong Ling replied seriously.

"Oh, I didn't ask this..." Qin Feng wanted to sit up excitedly, but the wound on his back was so painful that he broke out in cold sweat, and he wailed again, "Awwhhh!!!"

"Master Wronged will sleep on his stomach tonight." Gong Ling hurried over to help massage him.

"I'm asking you, if my young master likes men, would you find it strange?" Qin Feng asked persistently.

"This..." Gong Ling frowned and thought deeply, unable to reply for a long time.

"Forget it, go rest." Qin Feng said sullenly, and buried his whole face in the quilt.

"Yes."

"Hey wait!" Qin Feng waved.

"Master?" Gong Ling walked back patiently.

"Bring me the letter that Mr. Jiang sent me this month."

"Yes." Gong Ling nodded, walked to a side cabinet and took out an exquisite small box, which contained more than a dozen letters neatly, and the letters were completely preserved without any wrinkles.

"Thank you, let's rest early." Qin Feng took the letter and thanked Gong Ling with a smile.

"Yes."

After Gong Ling lowered the curtain of the inner room, he left the room. He stood in front of the door for a long time before walking away. The howling wind outside drowned out his sigh.

The next day.

Winter snow flutters gracefully in this world early in the morning. Everything is covered by thick snow, white and peaceful.In the vast white courtyard, there are just a few scattered bright reds, which are a few snow plum blossoms, and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms surrounds the house.

The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and it seems that there are returning guests.

It was cold and windy outside, but warm inside the house. The lavender incense lingered faintly in this elegant room. Gong Ling walked into the inner room lightly and put away the curtains.

As the morning light shone into the inner room, Young Master Jun on the bed muttered dissatisfiedly, and opened and closed his eyes in a daze: "Little Bell...don't pull the curtain..."

"Mr. Jiang is back, already..."

"What?!" Qin Feng woke up abruptly, his whole body trembled, and the donkey rolled and sat up, but his back hurt, "Wow..."

"Young master, be careful, you will need another dose of medicine later." Gong Ling hurried over to support him.

"What did you just say? Mr. Jiang is back?" Qin Feng asked, holding Gong Ling's wrist firmly, staring at Gong Ling with piercing eyes, his brows brimming with uncontrollable joy.

"Well, Mr. Jiang is visiting the master now, and he should come to visit the young master later."

"Why didn't you wake me up earlier." Qin Feng looked at Gong Ling complainingly, got up to wash in a hurry, and couldn't control the dull pain in his back.

Gong Ling was speechless, and could only help tidy up neatly.

Standing in front of the bronze mirror, Qin Feng looked at his elegant dark brown dress with satisfaction, he waved his hand and said, "Quickly, quickly, bring my young master's jade porcelain crown."

"Young master usually doesn't care about these things, so why do you care so much about attire today?" Gong Ling couldn't help but chuckled, and fixed the delicate and elegant jade porcelain crown in Qin Feng's hair.

Qin Feng blinked suavely at Gong Ling, grabbed the dark fox velvet cloak, put it on neatly, and walked out of the house in a hurry, with the wind blowing along the way, the curtains all over the house were shaken.

Qin Feng hurriedly walked in the snow-covered nanmu promenade, his clothes soaked by the melting snow flew in the wind, hunting, accompanied by the first bloom of snow plums, and the snow flying all the way.

"Young Master Qin is in such a hurry, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

Qingyou's teasing words made Qin Feng stop suddenly, and looked sideways, in the snowy courtyard, the person who had been away for three years broke into his eyes defenselessly.

In the swaying plum snow, the handsome and elegant man is tall and tall, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, pale complexion, a faint smile on the corner of his lips, a silver crown in his hair, plain clothes, and elegant wide sleeves , playing with a paper fan leisurely in his hand, just quietly and independently in the wind and snow is a wonderful picture.

Qin Feng smiled brightly, stroked his wide sleeves and bowed in a proper manner. Seeing this, Jiang Jingshu smiled a little bit in relief, closed his fan, bowed his hands to Qin Feng elegantly and returned the salute, and raised his hands and feet Bookish ink color.

There is a corridor between the two, and they salute in the snow, just like returning to the academy years when they were children.

Jiang Jingshu walked slowly in front of Qin Feng, looked up and down at the young master in front of him: "I haven't seen you for three years, young master Qin is getting more and more suave."

"That's natural, my young master is..." Qin Feng was triumphant.

"And learned to escape marriage?" Jiang Jingshu looked at Qin Feng meaningfully.

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said a little unnaturally: "My father is talking nonsense, don't listen to him." Then he ran away.

"Where do you want to escape?" Jiang Jingshu called out calmly.

"No escape, no escape!" Qin Feng turned around and returned to Jiang Jingshu, nodding repeatedly, like a good boy.

Jiang Jing straightened his sleeves: "As far as I know, you escaped marriage and were arrested, and you were served by the family law."

Qin Feng's expression was a little guilty, he gave a fake cough in embarrassment and turned sideways to prevent Jiang Jingshu from seeing his expression, and said stubbornly: "There is no family law to take care of me, I am fine..."

Jiang Jingshu chuckled, patted Qin Feng's back as if he didn't know it at all, and then waved his sleeves away leisurely, accompanied by a small chat: "Young Master Qin invites me to have a cup of tea."

Qin Feng shuddered from the pain, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He just wanted to cry out, but he stubbornly covered his mouth and endured it forcefully. The whole body twisted and stood in place, watching Jiang Jingshu leave.

Jiang Jingshu walked forward gracefully, as if he didn't know that Qin Feng behind him was hopping in pain, and without looking back, he threw the paper fan in his hand back smartly, and said in a raised voice, "Here you are!" The Huizhou ebony fan bone that I brought has been connected."

Hearing Jiang Jingshu's hearty voice from a distance, before Qin Feng could react, a fan bone flew towards him with lightning speed. He subconsciously jumped to catch it, and this big movement made his back After a sharp pain, his handsome face wrinkled together, and he couldn't help lowering his voice and moaning: "Your uncle's..."

Jiang Jingshu, who was walking in front, still didn't turn his head, Qiu Ji, the honest servant who had been following beside him with an umbrella, said worriedly: "Sir, Young Master Qin has a back injury."

"If he can receive the fan, it means that the injury is not serious. What's more, Zixu's martial arts practitioners are not afraid of such a small injury." Jiang Jingshu said with a low voice and laughed easily, and suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Young Master Qin Is there any Maocha left?"

"Of course!" Qin Feng replied excitedly, waving the paper fan in one hand and floating with his waist in the other to follow.