Cut off

Bai Hemian never expected that his little tricks would have been discovered. He grabbed the quilt and struggled: "Second Brother Feng, Second Brother... Oh, good brother! Just let me leave a letter!"

Feng Qisong's heart was numb from being called, and he still rubbed it gently: "Why?"

"Looking at the letter, I believe that you have liked me for a long time." He blushed and raised his waist.

Feng Qisong's tricks are good, it doesn't look like punishment, but flirting.

Feng Qisong withdrew his hand, and slapped Bai Hemian under the quilt again, got up by himself, walked to the bookcase, and took out a small old box.

"Second Brother Feng?" Bai Hemian approached curiously.

Feng Qisong opened the box: "Let's have a look."

"This is..." He took it, and then fell silent.

The box also contained a letter, but it wasn't Feng Qisong's letter to him, but a reply letter written by Bai Hemian when he was the oiran.

Young Master Bai was not treated harshly in the flower building, but it was not always possible to find decent letter paper.His letters were written on various pieces of paper, and sometimes he couldn't find the letter paper, and even the packaging box was cut into squares by him, filled with longing for regular customers, and sent out.

Now these letters have been completely returned to Bai Hemian by Feng Qisong.

"I've kept them all," Feng Qisong touched his cheek, "There's a lot of them."

Bai Hemian couldn't speak, and only pressed the box close to his heart.

He said, "Thank you."

Feng Qisong was slightly surprised: "Thank you for what?"

He choked up and said, "Thank you for liking me, the oiran me."

Every time Bai Hemian said a word, Feng Qisong's heart ached. He wished he could hold his heart and tell the young master, no matter what you've been through, I love you, but Feng Qisong didn't say anything.

"It won't happen in the future." Feng Qisong just promised, "With me here, He Mian, you will never suffer again."

Bai Hemian nodded desperately, with a bit of embarrassment.

Feng Qisong's heart relaxed, he got up and changed his clothes, seeing him still sitting on the quilt blankly, he couldn't help laughing: "Aren't you hungry?"

"Hungry." Bai Hemian blinked, "But that letter..."

He still couldn't bear it.

"You can't exchange a box for this one?" Feng Qisong picked out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from the drawer, put them on the bridge of his nose, and covered the faint tear mole at the corner of his eyes.

Bai Hemian obsessively followed the lines at the end of Brother Feng's eyes to find the small black spots, and then replied, "That's different."

"Okay." Feng Qisong held the envelope between two fingers, swept it over Bai Hemian's head, bent down, with a half-smile, "You put it in again for me to see."

"...Huh?" Bai Hemian was slightly taken aback.

"Where you put it just now, put it back there now." Feng Qisong reminded "kindly".

He blushed again, but didn't say much, instead he took the letter directly, and under Feng Qisong's scorching gaze, he lifted up his skirt to reveal his snow-white obscene trousers.

This time, Bai Hemian didn't tuck the envelope behind his waist, but in front of Feng Qisong, he stretched his legs vainly, revealing half of his waist, and then forced himself to calm down, and pinned the corner of the envelope to the edge of his trousers. , and then carefully lowered the skirt.

A house of spring stopped at the dark green skirt.

Feng Qisong silently picked Bai Hemian up from the bed, picked out a gray-blue gown for him, and then put on a short jacket with rabbit fur.

Bai Hemian's half of his face was hidden behind the furry collar, he secretly raised his eyelids, as if meeting Feng Erye for the first time, and looked at the man's eyes hidden behind the lenses.

It's his regular customer.

"Brother." Bai Hemian called Feng Qisong softly.

"Ok?"

"Let's hold the wedding again." He hugged Second Brother Feng's neck, thinking of the nights a few months ago, when he was locked in a dark bedroom, listening to the drums and gongs outside the window, he realized in despair that his Life will always be tied to another man.

In fact, Bai Hemian had long wanted to hold a re-wedding with Second Brother Feng, and this idea was born when he was determined to forget his "regular customers".

At that time, he vaguely realized that what he liked was no longer a regular customer he had never met, but Er Ye Feng who was by his side.

"Okay." Feng Qisong helped him smooth his clothes, his eyebrows were gentle, "Wait for me to suppress the bandits..."

Bai Hemian straightened up suddenly, covering Second Brother Feng's mouth in panic.

Feng Qisong expressed doubts with his eyes.

He shook his head desperately: "Don't say it, brother, don't say it."

"...Just promise me."

Feng Qisong nodded obediently, and when Bai Hemian moved his hand away, he comforted him, "It's fine."

"No." Young Master Bai felt concerned, "There are certain things that cannot be said, don't you know?"

"...It's not like in ancient times, you have to issue a military order before sending troops." Bai Hemian plausibly said, "Who wants to listen to your guarantee?"

Feng Qisong smiled, pushed open the door, and walked out of the courtyard with the young master in his arms.Qian Shan was so clever that he drove away the servants in the courtyard long ago, and now he followed behind them, echoing a few words from time to time.

Feng Qisong said: "How about I issue a military order for you alone?"

"What military order do I want..." Bai Hemian muttered, reached out and picked a plum blossom, played with it in the palm of his hand, and stuffed it into Feng Qisong's hair.

Feng Qisong looked at him indulgently.

He took the flower back again, put it on his ear instead, and shook his head with a smile: "Does it look good?"

"nice."

Bai Hemian didn't think so.Where can a man look good without a flower?Brother Feng was just teasing him.

A gust of wind blew past, the pink plum blossoms disappeared without a trace, and Young Master Bai also jumped out of Feng Qisong's arms.He held Second Brother Feng's hand and bounced forward.

As a result of the boy's temperament, Bai Hemian walked faster when he was happy, and ran forward with Feng Qisong, after a few steps, he lost his temper, and pestered Second Brother Feng to hug him.

"You were not like this before." Feng Qisong hugged him horizontally again, rather helplessly.

The young master frowned and gasped in pain: "What was I like before?" He almost couldn't remember himself.

Feng Qisong, however, remembered it clearly: "You said... you would never marry me no matter what, and you also said that I was shameless and married my own sister-in-law."

Bai Hemian was like a kitten that had been poked in the sore spot, the fur all over his body exploded: "Second Brother Feng!"

Feng Qisong smiled softly: "That's great."

"What good?"

"The good thing is... you are finally willing to marry me." Feng Qisong carried him into the main hall, and urged Qian Shan to bring the hot soup quickly, so as not to starve the young master.

Bai Hemian supported Feng Qisong's wrist, sat in the chair, rubbed his stomach with chopsticks, "Speaking of which, where is Third Master Feng?"

He still remembers the hatred of being cheated and beaten: "There are some things that I have to talk to him face to face."

As soon as the words fell, Qian Shan ran into the main hall with a casserole in his hand, "Second Master, Young Master, Third Master is back!"

The chopsticks in Bai Hemian's hand almost fell to the ground: "I really mean Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here soon." Then he looked at Feng Qisong.

Feng Qisong had already walked behind the screen when Qian Shan spoke, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

"I don't know either!" Qian Shan was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, "It stands to reason that the third master would not dare to return to Feng's house after he escaped from the confinement room. People shouted that the third master is back... No, the third master is really back!"

Feng Qisong leaned his back against the screen, his eyes were unpredictable: "My younger brother, I'm afraid he was frightened and foolish, so he won't believe that I'm still alive, thinking that the person who appeared in the room that day is the ghost of the eldest brother."

"...Forget it, since he refuses to go to Chen Beidou, then we'll send him to see Chen Beidou."

Qian Shan said, "But the telegram urged us to suppress the bandits."

"Let the third one hurry." Feng Qisong was unmoved, "His name was written in black and white on the telegram. I really don't want to send the soldiers I brought out with him to death, but I won't be so stupid as to take him with him. They're fighting for an ungrateful thing."

"Second Master..."

"Hush." ​​Feng Qisong signaled Qian Shan to shut up, because Feng Wobai had already broken into the main hall.

Bai Hemian's psychological preparations in advance were useless when he saw Feng Laosan with disheveled hair - Feng Wobai, who used to look like a dog, was now wearing a tattered suit, with suspicious filth all over his body. With a suffocating sour smell.

He jumped up from his seat suddenly: "Master, what are you going to do?"

"Eat...eat!" Feng Wobai didn't hear Young Master Bai's voice at all, all he could see was the casserole that Qian Shan had just brought on the table, "Eat!"

Feng Lao San pounced on the table like a hungry wolf, and Bai Hemian had no choice but to dodge and dodge.

Feng Laosan stretched out his hands covered in black mud, not afraid of being scalded, he directly reached into the hot soup pot, pulled out the overcooked duck legs, stuffed them into his mouth, and devoured them hungrily.

Little Young Master Bai had never seen such a posture before, he just stood aside and stared at it for a while.

In the meantime, Feng Wobai squatted down as if no one was there, hugging the shiny duck leg and brutally biting it.

Bai Hemian looked disgusted, squeezed the teacup in hand, and shouted, "Master Feng!"

Feng Wobai slowly came back to his senses, his dull eyes narrowed awkwardly, as if he couldn't see his face clearly.When he saw it clearly, Feng Laosan didn't care, he was attracted by the duck leg again, sucking the bone, sucking his tongue.

Bai Hemian had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk over, pouring the water from the tea bowl on Feng Wobai's head.

A few fleas came out of the light blue tea, and he hid aside with the hem of his clothes.

Feng Wobai squatted motionless, after eating the duck legs, his green eyes looked at the gray duck soup again.

Bai Hemian was annoyed, and raised his hand to greet him with a slap.

Hearing the crisp applause, Feng Qisong raised his eyebrows behind the screen.

"Are you awake?" Bai Hemian withdrew her hand, took out the handkerchief and shook it.

Beating people would make him feel dirty.

"Don't feel wronged." Bai Hemian sneered while wiping his hands, "I repay you for this slap."

"...At that time, the Feng family was having a funeral, and you slapped me. I didn't want to disturb my second brother's purity, so I didn't bother to talk to you. Now that the funeral period has passed, I, as an elder, naturally have the right to teach you a lesson." After finishing speaking , without raising his head, he slapped him again, "You lied to me that I was a regular customer...it's up to you?!"

Feng Wobai staggered a step back from the beating, holding the duck bone, eyes full of confusion.

Bai Hemian didn't care whether Feng Lao San could understand or not, he had held back his resentment for a long time and was waiting to vent: "Do you know, just because of your words, how long have I misunderstood my second brother?"

"...Feng Wobai, Feng Wobai, you are really not afraid of your brothers crawling out of the underworld to kill you!"

Bai Hemian's words finally touched Feng Wobai's heart, he covered his face with his oily hands, broke down and cried, "Do you think they didn't come to find me?"

"...they're back...they're back!" Feng Laosan fell out of the main hall in a frenzy, laughing at the sky, "eldest brother is back, second brother is back, they're all back..."

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

The shrill screams swirled in the wind and reached Bai Hemian's ears. The nausea that he had finally suppressed came up again, and he retched while leaning on the table.