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"Qianshan!" Feng Qisong stood up abruptly.

Qian Shan staggered and rushed in: "Second Master!"

"Did you hear that?" Feng Qisong asked.

"I heard, there was a loud gunshot." Qian Shan nodded hastily, "It seems to be from..."

It doesn't matter where it came from, because someone has already come in a hurry.

It was the guard that Feng Qisong arranged outside Feng Lao's third room.

"Second Master, something happened."

"Say." Feng Qisong's lips were drawn into a line.

"The third master hid the gun." The guard said truthfully, "He fired a shot at the window, just hitting the patrolling brother."

Feng Qisong's eyelids drooped: "How is the injury?"

"It's just a flesh wound."

"That's good." Second Master Feng sat back at the desk again, holding a cold pen to write and draw on the blank paper, "I have to trouble Mr. Xun."

"I know, I know." Qian Shan understood, and left with the wet note.

"Second master, what should third master do?" The guard's voice sounded again.

Feng Qisong said without hesitation, "Send him to the confinement room."

"...a confinement room?" The guard hesitated instead.

The half-open window banged against the window sill in the wind, and Feng Qisong's hand holding the pen remained motionless.

It seemed that the three words just said were not "confinement room", but something like "the weather is fine" or "have you eaten yet".

However, the guard's tone betrayed fear of the confinement room.

Fengqi Song and Fengqing Bamboo are very similar, but not exactly the same.

They are gentle and gentle, they don't seem to know how to touch a gun, just like the staff next to the commander, they are full of seemingly weak and bookish manners.But Feng Qisong has a repressed viciousness in his bones, he can do things that Feng Qingzhu can't bear to do, and he doesn't want to do.

The confinement room was specially arranged after he returned from studying in Germany.

Unlike the bloody and brutal punishment, confinement is to torture the traitor mentally.

Covering the window of Feng Laosan's bedroom imitated the structure of the confinement room to some extent, but the real confinement room had no light and no sound, and the space was only enough for one person to barely sit down, and his legs and feet could not be stretched. .

"Hurry up?" Feng Qisong urged lightly, turned around to find an umbrella, and went to pick up Bai Hemian.

He was afraid that it would snow on the way, and that Young Master Bai, who had just taken a shower, would freeze.

It didn't snow on the road, Feng Qisong picked up Bai Hemian who was jumping around in his coat ahead of time.

Relying on the fact that he had just taken a bath, his whole body was warm, and he was not afraid of the cold wind, standing in the courtyard to count how many flowers bloomed on the branches of the plum tree.

His eyebrows are picturesque, and his eyes are full of affection. Perhaps because he just took a bath, there is a little plum blossom-like light pink on his white and tender cheeks.

"Second Brother Feng?" Bai Hemian heard the sound of footsteps, and turned around following the sound.

The winter light reflected a halo on his face, which spread like ripples.

"Why are you standing here?" Feng Qisong walked over, took his hand, and held it in his palm.

"I heard a gunshot just now. I thought something happened at home. How can I take a bath in peace?" Bai Hemian hooked Brother Feng's little finger and smiled heartlessly, "Fortunately, I met Qian Shan. I said that the sound was that the third master fell a big somersault and knocked down the cabinet in the house."

It's just a cabinet smashed, what's there to worry about?

Young Master Bai had never touched a gun, nor heard a few gunshots. He believed whatever Qian Shan said. He really thought that Feng Laosan had fallen into a shit, and while counting plum blossoms, he was secretly laughing in his heart.

Feng Qisong didn't explain, but followed Qian Shan's words: "He was not careful."

"Third Master is not careful, how old is he, can he stumble?" Bai Hemian had a prejudice against Feng Wobai, and his tone unconsciously tinged with a bit of arrogance and meanness.

After he finished speaking, he realized that he was wrong.

Regardless of whether Feng Laosan is his regular customer or not, he cannot recklessly scold her husband's own brother.

"Brother..." Bai Hemian leaned against Feng Qisong's side guiltily.

With a slender body and a soft waist, he leaned over, like a petal falling from a branch in the wind.

Bai Hemian said, "Brother, did I say something wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Feng Qisong caressed the back of his neck affectionately, "Did you do these wrong things because you were careless?"

"Brother?" Bai Hemian vaguely felt that what Brother Feng said was not the same thing as what he thought.

Feng Qisong looked away, "He Mian, just now when Mr. Xun left, he told me to be careful when making out with you."

He quickly shifted his attention and asked curiously, "Why?"

He felt that he and Feng Qisong were in perfect harmony on the bed, and there was no unbearable worry.

"You're going to get pregnant." Feng Qisong pinched the tip of his nose in a funny way, and gently tugged, "The old man means that we should be careful not to have a baby, and make out all night in a daze."

"Ah..." Bai Hemian's face burned up bit by bit.

He kicked the stones at his feet away in embarrassment, and with the soft "boom" sound when the stone hit the courtyard wall, he choked out a sentence: "Mr. Xun is too disrespectful to me!"

Feng Qisong spoke for Mr. Xun: "He didn't say it directly, but just reminded him kindly, and besides... I also think we should be careful."

"You don't want it?" Young Master Bai was instantly annoyed, his pretty eyebrows gathered together, his hatred was deep, "If you don't want it, forget it!"

Changing other things, Bai Hemian was able to suppress the young master's temper, perhaps for him, this has always been a hurdle hidden deep in his heart.

In order to marry him, Feng Qisong used Nengsheng as a threat to establish a document, but now that the two are in love, it is too much for Feng Qisong to talk about his body.

"That's not what I meant." Feng Qisong expected Bai Hemian's reaction, and firmly held him in his arms, "I was afraid that you would be confused and not know if you were pregnant, so I wanted to take you to the hospital for an examination. "

Bai Hemian in Feng Qisong's arms immediately let out a desperate sigh.

Young Master Bai, who was afraid of going to the hospital, became weak and wished he could hang in Feng Qisong's arms: "Can I not go?"

"Good boy." Feng Qisong looked at him gently, his tone uncompromising.

Bai Hemian was listless, knowing that he couldn't escape going to the hospital for an examination, he followed Feng Qisong back to the bedroom dejectedly, and as soon as he entered the door, his attention was attracted by the newspaper on the desk.

He only glanced at it, and then cursed: "Chen Beidou, an old man, is going to the Feng family's ancestral grave?"

"I'm afraid I'm worried, and I want to see if I'm dead or not." Feng Qisong neatly folded the newspaper and put it on the bookshelf, "I'm fine, but how can he disturb the resting place of elder brother?"

"Second Brother Feng, what do you think Chen Beidou wants to do?"

Feng Qisong didn't answer, but his heart was like a mirror: It's about asking what Feng Wobai promised Chen Beidou.

Zuo is nothing but the family property and Young Master Bai's people.

After so many years, he no longer felt angry, only amused.

It's funny that what he and his elder brother are fighting to protect is such a worthless and useless trash, who not only seeks the family's money, but also considers a thief as his father, which has completely embarrassed the Feng family.

"The year my elder brother died, Chen Beidou intentionally annexed the Feng family, but he didn't expect me to come back." Feng Qisong's expression was as indifferent as a rock in the courtyard, "Now he thinks I'm gone, so he repeats the same trick. The order to suppress bandits There are strange things, my brother's death back then, naturally there were also strange things."

Everything is like a repeat of many years ago, except that the protagonist has changed from Feng Qingzhu to Feng Qisong.

Bai He's sleep was cold all over his body.

He had heard how the eldest brother of the Feng family died.

It is said that the blood flowed all over the bed, and he died with regret.

"Brother...brother, don't go." Bai Hemian grabbed Feng Qisong's sleeve and begged sadly, "I don't want you to go."

Feng Qisong looked at the hands wrapped around his sleeves, showed a satisfied smile, and then put his palms on his cheeks.

Immediately, like a bird whose wings are not fully fledged, he rubbed past with nostalgia.

"He Mian, how much do you like me?" Feng Qisong's voice was deep, like the coldest wind in a winter night.

Bai Hemian's eyes were blank for a moment.He still can't accurately describe what he likes.

Feng Qisong's heart sank.

But immediately afterward, Bai Hemian said crisply, "Second Brother Feng, I like you."

"... more than you think."

Feng Qisong's gaze was fixed on his face, revealing a frightening recklessness, but Second Master Feng concealed it very well, at least Young Master Bai only felt love, and he eagerly posted it.

He called "Brother".

The voice is warm, like a lump of sugar.

Feng Qisong's dark thoughts were embarrassed to gather again, and were dispelled by Bai Hemian's sunny smile.

After a moment of silence, Young Master Bai's attention returned to the newspaper with Chen Beidou's photo printed on it.

He rushed over in three steps and two steps, tore the newspaper to pieces, and the scattered pieces of paper fell on the ground like snowflakes, and were scattered by the north wind.

Feng Qisong lowered his head, kicked out a scrap of paper with his leather shoes, frowned, looked at it twice, and kicked it back again.

"I'm going out later." Feng Qisong said.

"Where are you going?" Bai Hemian wanted to follow.

"Where I go is not important, the important thing is that Qianshan will take you to the hospital." Feng Qisong guessed his thoughts clearly, raised his hand, and pinched Young Master Bai's chin, "to the old man Xun , Check your body carefully."

Bai Hemian quickly lost, and quickly got angry: "I won't go!"

"I have to go." Feng Qisong turned around and took a suit from the closet, draped it over his shoulders, and put on black leather gloves.

There were several silent guards standing outside the house at some point, and they seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Bai Hemian knew that his arms couldn't twist his thighs, so he watched Feng Qisong leave the bedroom eagerly, and then when Qianshan knocked on the door, he quickly climbed into bed and threw off the quilt, pretending to be asleep.

"Young Master?" Qian Shan knocked on the door politely, "Second Master told me to take you to the hospital."

Bai Hemian buried his face in the quilt and remained silent.

Qian Shan thought he didn't hear, and continued to shout: "Young master, are you there? I'm here to take you to the hospital."

Bai Hemian kicked the quilt and shouted at the closed door, "Don't go!"

"Young master, you..."

He was the first to interrupt Qian Shan's chatter: "I'm asleep, don't bother me."

Bai Hemian said that he fell asleep, even if Qian Shan didn't believe him, he didn't dare to open the door and break in.The poor servant stood guard in front of the door, holding an umbrella, spinning around like a headless chicken.

But Bai Hemian couldn't control that much anymore, he was afraid of the atmosphere in the hospital, and he was also afraid that he really had a cold and would have to take painful painkillers.

He tiptoed up from the bed, wandered into Feng Qisong's bedroom, hummed a song, and looked around.

Bai Hemian didn't want to look for anything, he was bored, and he was curious about Feng Qisong's original room - when Second Brother Feng left Jinling City, he slept in this room.

The room has not been occupied for a while, although it is often cleaned, it lacks a bit of popularity.Young Master Bai absently took out a few books from the bookshelf, couldn't read any more, so he simply sat by the desk and lay down to rest.

The faint light wandered over his eyelids, like a koi dangling in a summer pond.

Bai Hemian was so annoyed that he stood up suddenly, and knocked open the cabinet door under the desk with his foot.

He groaned and slumped back to his chair, rubbing his ankles with tears in his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the open cabinet—a stack of letters was piled inside.

Bai Hemian hesitated for a while, and couldn't help reaching out to take out the letter.

Through the dim light outside the window, he saw clearly the handwriting on the envelope, and then trembled uncontrollably. He couldn't be more familiar with the handwriting—it was written by a "regular customer" who had taken care of him for a long time.