Quick Wear: Don't come over here, you are looking for trouble

"Master..."

Dazhi looked at Fang Jiaxu, who was hesitant to speak. He tried to probe, "What do you think of Sheng Ge'er?"

As a result, Fang Jiaxu actually said bluntly, "I like him and want to marry him."

"Ah? Ah?!" Dazhi almost fainted from choking on his own saliva, "No, Master, the Madam is still waiting for you to carry on the family line! And you, you are from a big family, how can you possibly marry a man, at most..." He muttered, "at most I can be your concubine."

Fang Jiaxu made a sharp turn and gritted his teeth, "Shut up, which side are you on!"

He still needs to think carefully about Yun Sheng's matter and can't be impatient. After all, he has made up his mind, but Sheng Sheng doesn't know it yet. After this time of getting along, he realizes that Yun Sheng is actually a gentle and sensitive person. As long as he treats her well, he will not have to worry about not winning her heart.

As for his family, the old man has only this one son. The worst that can happen is that he has to kneel for three days and three nights. There will always be a way.

After Young Master Fang made the decision, he felt much more relieved and happily planned how to please Yun Sheng tomorrow.

……

Feng Yanzhang had just returned, and his team was riding horses when his adjutant Fan Jie shouted, "Hey?" "Marshal, that's the Fang family's car."

He was not on good terms with the Fang family, and he came back this time to compete with the Fan family for jobs, so he took a closer look.

Unexpectedly, I saw a face that was a little curious and seemed very innocent.

"Who is sitting in the Fang family's car?"

The young man looked very much to his liking and so well behaved that he just wanted to get him dirty to see what he would look like.

"Young Master Fang, just returned from studying abroad." Fan Jie reacted after he finished speaking and quickly added, "Oh, the co-pilot seems to be named Yun Sheng, an opera singer. I heard that he has been close to Fang Jiaxu recently."

"Ah."

Feng Yanzhang is good-looking, tall, with cold features and dark eyes. He has also been through gunfire and hail of bullets. Even if he has no ill intentions, it is scary just to see him there.

Fan Jie didn't understand the meaning of the Marshal's "hmm" for a moment and stood there motionless.

"I will hold a banquet in three days. Let him sing."

The proposal was both expected and surprising.

Feng Yanzhang was hosting a welcoming banquet, and people from all over the world were coming. Whoever he asked to sing or act would surely become a hit. But why him? Before Fan Jie could figure it out, Feng Yanzhang spoke again, "You go in person, send the invitation, and invite him to come."

A strange thing happened in Beihuai recently.

"Hey, you don't know yet? The opera singer from Guangxing Hall." The man stretched out two fingers and shook them, "He is in good terms with both of you at the same time! Master Fang was fascinated by him as soon as he came back. Unexpectedly, even Marshal Feng sent an invitation, saying that he wanted to invite him--"

"What to do? What else can I do? It's just that little thing—"

The rumors always become more and more outrageous. By the time the rumors reached Fang Jiaxu from Dazhi, they had become "Marshal Feng has taken a fancy to Yun Sheng, and this time he is going to force him to surrender."

"What?" Fang Jiaxu jumped up immediately after hearing this, "How could he have met Shengsheng?"

Without even having lunch, Fang Jiaxu immediately went to find Xu Bai.

Xu Bai: [Shura Field, Shura Field! ]

He seemed to enjoy watching the two men fighting over her.

Liu Er: [Is this why you asked me to spread the news? ]

Xu Bai said confidently, "Of course not. Master Fang is impatient and will be anxious when he hears this. Everything I do is to advance the plot! Clear the B-Pole World as soon as possible!"

Xiaochun was no longer surprised by Fang Jiaxi's arrival. These days, Master Fang went backstage more often than he went home.

"Master Fang is here?"

Fang Jiaxu unabashedly lifted the curtain and walked towards Xu Bai, "Shengsheng, I heard that Feng..." He wanted to call him by his name, but changed his words, "Marshal Feng is here to see you?"

"You know it too?"

Fang Jiaxu had studied abroad, and even though he had never been in love, he had seen it all, and he used all kinds of methods to please Xu Bai. In just five or six days, their relationship quickly became close.

"What did he tell you?"

"Sit down." Seeing that he was in a hurry, Xu Bai asked him to sit down first. "...It was his adjutant who came and asked me to sing a few songs at the Marshal's welcoming banquet."

"Didn't you say anything else?"

Xu Bai was puzzled. "That's all."

Fang Jiaxu felt a little relieved, but after thinking for a while, "No, no, Feng Yanzhang is not a good person, and he didn't have good intentions when he returned to Beihuai this time. His banquet will definitely be chaotic, so you'd better not go."

This is not a easy matter to handle. After all, Fang Jiaxu is not yet the head of the Fang family. Even if he is, he is a mere scholar with a pen and is not strong enough to fight against Feng Yanzhang.

"How about you claim to be sick? I'm familiar with the hospital. Ask them to write a prescription and say you can't get out of bed—"

Xu Bai has been singing opera since he was young, and he plays the female role, so his words inevitably have a long ending. "I know you care about me, but it's just a matter of singing two paragraphs. It's okay."

As he spoke, he raised his eyes, and his gaze swept over him tenderly, which made Master Fang feel numb all over and his mouth dry. He picked up the cup beside him and gulped down two big gulps of water.

"Compliment." He stared at the cup in Fang Jiaxu's hand, seeming to find it difficult to speak.

Master Fang was stunned for a moment before reacting.

He put the cup down with forced calmness and said, "We are good friends! What's wrong with sharing a cup?" It would have been more convincing if his ears hadn't turned red.

After all, Fang Jiaxu had not been tempered. Even if he accepted those new ideas, he was still a simple and arrogant young master in his bones. He fell in love with Yun Sheng at first sight and decided on him. Even if Xu Bai did not do much, his favorability would increase little by little.

The sound and reaction were a bit loud, Xu Bai's eyes trembled and he showed a puzzled expression.

Forget it.

"Let's go." Fang Jiaxu reached out to grab Xu Bai's hand, then lifted the curtain and went out, just in time to bump into Wang Ping who was eavesdropping against the curtain.

Although he was almost hit in the face, Wang Ping didn't mind at all. He greeted with a smile on his face, "Master Fang, are you going out with Yun Sheng?"

Wang Ping tapped the ground with his stick, and when Xu Bai's back was no longer visible, he looked at the swaying curtain and spat, "Pah!"

……

"Slower!"

Xu Bai's wrist was grabbed, and he felt very awkward. "Where are we going?"

"Because you didn't even have lunch, go eat with me."

Xu Bai began to panic. He was afraid that Fang Jiaxu would take him to eat some "steak" again. Not only was it expensive, but he didn't fit in. There were men in suits and ties and women in dresses with bare arms. He was the only one wearing a long gown. Once he entered, he would attract a lot of attention.

And…whenever he entered a place like this, he would inevitably think of Fang Jiaxu’s words—the play was already rubbish.

Although he knew that something new was coming, Xu Bai couldn't help but avoid it. He didn't dare to think: A new karaoke bar has opened in Beihuai, how far can their opera industry go?

"Praise... Master Fang!"

"Here." Fang Jiaxu didn't drive, but took him all the way. In the end, they arrived at the noodle shop he often went to. "Why are your palms so sweaty? Eat noodles."

Fang Jiaxu let go of his hand, and the two of them sat down at the wooden table.

"...Thank you." He was clearly a young master, yet he was willing to endure the hardship and accompany her to eat noodles in a small noodle shop.

The voice was very low. Fang Jiaxu clearly heard it, but he still pretended to be confused, "What?"

Xu Bai: [This damn kid. ]

Xu Bai stopped talking and ate the noodles in small bites.

She just used her slender white fingers to hold the dark wooden chopsticks and picked up the braised pork slices covering the noodles and put them into Fang Jiaxu's bowl.