Jianling

Feng Qiong can't guess anyway, he will ask about it.

He thought that Meng Xing would only press hard to ask about the Shen family's affairs, at worst he would spit out information and let him go to waste, but he didn't want this person to know how to save the country and deceive him into clues about Feng Lang's disappearance—Feng Lang has everything. Don't make up random things, if it gets into the ears of the Patriarch, it will touch the head of the family, and of course he can't keep his Mingzhou.

But if you don't tell me, once Meng Xing releases the news about the assassin, the status of Fenglou in Mingzhou will definitely plummet from now on, and he will have to be punished when he returns to his home during the Chinese New Year—this is the second thing, I'm afraid it will affect his busy work these days Regarding the Zhu Yin, he had wanted to change the gold-encrusted Zhu Yin for many years, so he must not miss this time.

Thinking of this, Feng Qiong thought of Feng Lin's evil face again, and felt inexplicably happy: You Feng Lin is full of scheming, and there will be a day when the gutter capsizes. You want to protect Meng Xing, but Meng Xing is not stupid. Willing to accept this.

"Little uncle," Feng Qiong smiled sweetly, obediently like a fifteen-year-old child, "it's hard to explain in one word, why not go to Guantang Tower and listen to Qiong'er talk to you slowly."

Feng Lang, the only legitimate son of the head of the Feng family, has a gentle and modest temperament, which is quite popular.But when he was young, he fell into the water and was rescued by Feng Lin. Later, he was blocked by the cold, weak and sick, and couldn't make any progress in swordsmanship, so he was almost useless.

It is worth mentioning that Feng Lin was originally born by Mrs. Yuan as a dowry maid, and she was forced to be a concubine, but after saving Feng Lang, she was favored by the head of the family, and she had a close relationship with Feng Lang. Linlang twins" interesting name.

Feng Lin has a strong temper, but she may not be naturally tactful. She suffered a lot when she was a child. Before Feng Lang realized that she should protect him, she probably lived under the eyes and ridicule of the Feng family, and his timid and cowardly mother , also died of illness when he was eight years old. After that, Feng Lin was taken over by Mrs. Yuan to raise her, and she and Feng Langru went out of the same room, and they had a very good understanding.

"Feng Lin's mother, Mrs. Cheng, is Feng Lang's nanny." What Feng Qiong said was all the secrets of the family, and she had already retreated. At this time, there were only the three of them in the private room. Meng Xing sneered: "Then they should have grown up Is it very good?"

"No." Feng Qiong shook her head, "Mrs. Yuan will not allow Feng Lang to be too close to the son of a lowly servant girl. Although Cheng is his nanny, she just left after feeding her. Feng Lang was a martial artist when he was young. The academic talent is outstanding, the elders in the family all hope that he will grow up soon, and the patriarch has great expectations for him, and he has never slacked off in literary and martial arts—until Feng Lang was nine years old, he fell into the water and nearly drowned, the patriarch sent someone to rescue him. The pond was filled up. It stands to reason that a nine-year-old child would not be useless if he fell into the water once, but Feng Lang was like this. Even his dantian couldn't gather internal strength, and he couldn't hold a sword anymore. From then on, the Feng family's Kunyu sword has no fate with him."

"It's a pity." Meng Xing sighed hypocritically.

"It's really a pity." Feng Qiong agreed, unable to understand what he meant, but he continued, "The elders once said that Feng Lang's talent back then was no less than that of my uncle."

Meng Xing was slightly taken aback, and immediately realized that the little uncle he was talking about should not be a counterfeit of himself, but "Feng Chenqing", a swordsman genius who ran away from home. Got it.

"One more interesting thing." Feng Qiong suddenly lifted the jug, poured a wisp of fine wine from the spout, and slowly poured it into Meng Xing's cup, "There is a rumor in the family that Feng Lang fell into the water, and it was the Cheng family who killed him. Because Feng Lang practiced martial arts since he was a child, he is cautious by nature, and it is impossible for him to fall into the pond for no reason. If someone pushes him, it must be someone he is familiar with. Martial arts practitioners, how can ordinary people get close? He was also there, otherwise Feng Lin wouldn't be here either. In any case, Cheng is the most suspicious person."

"Then she is?"

Feng Qiong smiled slightly, shook her head and said: "In my opinion, no. Cheng is timid, and usually dare not even hit a mosquito. She has been a slave since she was a child, and she is used to being humiliated. She has never seen any symptoms of madness. There should be no sudden urgency. Attacking the heart, the anger is hard to calm down, so I took Feng Lang, who I watched growing up, as the possibility of venting my anger. On the other hand, Feng Lin, her heart is higher than the sky, and her methods are ruthless..."

Meng Xing interrupted him: "He was only nine years old then."

Feng Qiong sneered: "Little uncle, you can already understand a lot of things at the age of nine... What do you think?"

Meng Xing stopped talking and just drank with solemn eyebrows, because he suddenly remembered that it was also when he was nine years old that he killed a living person for the first time.

Zhong Xuan didn't like to talk too much, he always just listened with his ears upright, hiding his thoughts in his heart, and then told him only when Meng Xing woke up, and asked Meng Xing to ask and investigate, this was the tacit understanding between the master and the apprentice.At this moment, Meng Xing was absent-minded, Zhong Xuan knew that he could not procrastinate any longer, so he simply put the bowls and chopsticks away, and asked, "Since Feng Lin had such a difficult childhood, he must be full of resentment towards the Feng family. Why is he loyal to the Feng family now?"

Feng Qiong's complexion changed slightly, and she said with anger: "This is a question about Feng Lin, and it's too private, so I can't say more."

"Young Master Qiong." Shen Zhongxuan's eyebrows were cold, with a murderous intent, he raised his chopsticks and tapped the edge of the bowl lightly, his voice was crisp and clear, and his voice was the Qingyue of a young man, but his tone was horribly slow, "Please understand One thing, we are not doing business, now you are honoring the little uncle."

Feng Qiong raised her eyes suddenly, and met his gaze. The child's round apricot eyes sent chills down her spine, and she still insisted on saying: "The assassin came from here, it's not worth making me offend Feng Lin."

"If you offend Feng Lin, at most you will die. If you offend us now, you will die immediately." Zhong Xuan didn't show mercy, biting every word clearly, making threats and intimidation easy.

"Hey. To die by your hands is a pleasure compared to dying by Feng Lin's." Feng Qiong waved his hand, "Uncle Shen, don't embarrass me, I dare to say a few words only when Feng Lang's whereabouts are unknown. , Feng Lin is now a big knife hanging in the house, and no one dares to provoke her."

Shen Zhongxuan tilted his head, and smiled obediently: "Young Master Qiong, how do you know that I will be softer than Feng Lin?"

"..." Feng Qiong's eyes drifted to Meng Xing unconsciously, but he saw Meng Xing drinking with his head down, completely unwilling to intervene, his teeth itched with hatred in his heart, but he also knew that Meng Xing was not easy to provoke. It's also unfathomable, and she speaks and does things impeccably. She doesn't look like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old doll at all. I'm afraid it's a senior with a good face. "Uncle Shen, don't embarrass me."

Shen Zhongxuan blinked: "Young Master Qiong, my master is going to investigate Feng Lang's affairs, he is very busy."

Feng Qiong gritted her teeth, and could only say: "Feng Lin... As far as I know, there was a young lady in his family who took care of him."

Meng Xing interjected, "Feng Lin told me about this person, Miss Feng Jue."

"Exactly." Feng Qiong hastily perfunctory, "She is kind to Feng Lin, and Feng Lin's loyalty to the Feng family is probably to take care of her."

"How is she now?"

Feng Qiong sneered: "Of course it's very good. I got engaged to Song Dengyun, the ninth son of the Song family, only last year."

Seeing that he really refused to say any more, Zhong Xuan also nodded, indicating that he had nothing to ask, and Meng Xing then took over the conversation: "Do you have any clues about where Feng Lang is going now?"

Feng Qiong was shocked, and answered cautiously: "The Patriarch didn't let me interfere. Maybe... Feng Lin knows."

He didn't point out that Feng Lin might have found a place to hide Feng Lang carefully - that place might even be the underworld.Meng Xing didn't think about this level either, he just asked: "The children who were sent to us back then, the Feng family also sent Feng Lang?"

Feng Qiong nodded: "Of course."

Meng Xing thought, but what the fuck I saw was Feng Lin, what the hell?

The other two didn't know what he was thinking, one was anxiously waiting for him to speak, and the other had consciously started serving vegetables for his master, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

Meng Xing didn't bother to think about it anymore, so Feng Lin would always say it when she wanted to, so she stopped embarrassing Feng Qiong, and slowly ate the food Chong Xuan gave him in the bowl, calmly said: "Assassin... ..."

Feng Qiong pricked up her ears, only to hear Shen Zhongxuan say: "Martial arts are passable, lightness skills are excellent, and the moves are neat and crisp. He should be a killer who specializes in assassination."

Feng Qiong shuddered, and was still checking out the forces that fit these points in her mind, but Meng Xing sighed while biting the tip of his chopsticks, and summed it up in one sentence: "The dog of the royal family."

"Little, how did little uncle know?" Feng Qiong was slightly stunned, no matter what, he never imagined how Meng Xing could see the opponent's martial arts skills in such a short period of time-how many years of experience and strong eyesight?

Meng Xing rolled his eyes, he couldn't tell Feng Qiong, he's ashamed to say that your little uncle just happened to be a member of the royal family by chance, and he also practiced this kind of lightness kung fu when he was young, so he could only casually hand over a taunt: "believe it or not."

The author has something to say: Feng Qiong: Why did I recruit all of them?

Meng Xing: Ashamed, ashamed, the main reason is that we are too good at fighting.

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