Feng Lou

"Snapped!"

The door was pushed open roughly, and a man with a pigtail walked in.

Fenglou leaned on the couch by the window, casually glanced at the visitor, and didn't move.

The entourage next to the man took advantage of the situation and saw his master's face sinking, and immediately barked at Feng Lou: "Bold! This is our third prince! Why don't you hurry up to pay respects? You rude Han Chinese!"

This man's Chinese is not standard, it sounds a bit ridiculous.

His master was a man with a strong figure and a fierce face, but he was short and thin. It was a bit funny to compare the two.

The man who called himself "Third Prince" waved his hand pretendingly, and the dog legs immediately retreated.

The other party was facing Fenglou, with his chin raised high, like giving alms, "Are you the grandson of the great scholar He Jiangpu? That famous young man Tanhua?"

Fenglou yawned lazily, basking in the sun with half-closed eyes.

There is one good thing in Cuicheng, which is not a shit, Liuli.

The sunlight can pass through this seemingly invisible layer and shine on the person. It is so warm that he is sleepy.

The third prince was furious. He didn't expect that this person not only didn't kneel down tremblingly and begged for mercy, but also ignored him all the time.

"Presumptuous! I didn't do anything for the sake of your talent, but you are so ignorant!"

He waved his hand, and the bent waist of the dog-legged son straightened up again, and he led the servants behind him to pull Feng Lou off the couch.

Fenglou's leg injury has not yet healed, and he can't understand the birdsong, so they folded his arms and knelt on the ground in a bit of embarrassment.

The third prince was finally somewhat satisfied, and sat on his couch proudly.

While tugging, the neckline of Feng Lou's clothes was opened wide, revealing a large white chest.

The dog leg was holding his wrist with one hand, the tentacles were delicate and gentle, like a jade object he had touched once, looking at his face, his neck, and his bare chest again... I felt infatuated.

Fenglou's hair was not tied up, and the scattered black hair was stained beside his cheeks, which was clean and messy.

The third prince took a breath, and seemed to see the face of this man clearly.

The faces of Jieba people are generally narrow, with protruding browbones, and the eyes will be particularly dark and deep, even for women.

But the person kneeling on the ground in front of him obviously has a much flatter profile, but his eyebrows are extremely sharp - the third prince thought for a while, and remembered a Chinese character: Run.

Thinking that he secretly went to the Southland last year, and encountered a spring rain, the eyebrows and eyes of the people there became very "moist".

This person is like a piece of porcelain that has been damp and has a thin and green body.

The third prince's heart began to beat uncontrollably. He considered himself a beauty lover, and was about to order his subordinates to help him up quickly.

Beauty, you can't treat her rudely.

Unexpectedly, a cold voice came from the outer door: "What are you doing?"

The visitor immediately stepped into the room.

The third prince saw each other clearly, and immediately stood up, showing a defensive posture.

Feng Lou on the ground shook his head briefly, as if to turn his head, but finally did not move.

The visitor is the second prince.

The dog's leg flicked his wrist, his whole body was chilled by the other party's gaze, and he resisted not moving. His master hadn't ordered him, so he could only hunched himself up.

The second prince's sleeve moved slightly, and after a slight wind sound, the dog leg suddenly screamed and fell to the ground.

The person holding him on the other side of Fenglou quickly let go of his hand in fear, and he regained his freedom.

Glancing over, there was a very small arrow stuck in Gou Zuzi's wrist.

Third Prince: "You!!"

"Get out of my yard now, don't make me say it twice."

The man's cold voice sounded like a rattlesnake in the desert, making people shudder.

The third prince didn't look at the screaming servant, this kind of thing was too much for him, but the attitude of this damned person made him angry.

He was not a patient person, and was about to make a move, but was stopped by another servant.

I don't know what the other party muttered, the third prince froze on the spot and his expression changed for a long time before he left angrily.

Before leaving, he glanced at Feng Lou who was standing upright with some unknown meaning.

After they left, Fenglou rubbed his wrists and went back to the couch, continuing to bask in the sun.

It was as if the person standing at the door did not exist.

A head covered with gold gauze poked in suddenly, "Second brother, is this 'that person'?"

The other party's voice was clear and bright, and his Chinese was very standard, which attracted Feng Lou to look over.

She was wrapped in a golden veil, and her jewels of bright colors glistened in the sun.

She stepped into the threshold and took the second prince's arm at once, her eyes were still fixed on Feng Lou, full of curiosity inside.

Probably the girl seemed to be radiating sunshine all over her body, Fenglou's mood suddenly brightened a lot, he sat up, folded his arms and looked back with great interest, "Who are you? Are you Han?"

The girl did not recognize her birth, and said in a crisp voice: "My name is Duo Yan, and I am the second brother's concubine!"

Wei Feng originally thought that Fenglou would definitely look at him when he heard this sentence, even though it was full of ridicule and disdain.

But the other party didn't even look away, and they were still chatting with Duo Yan with great interest.

"I know that women who can wear gold yarn have a high status in Jieba."

Duoyan puffed out her small chest, and said proudly: "My father is the number one warrior!"

"Then he is very good, but why is your Chinese so good?"

The proud little Sun suddenly glanced shyly at the person beside him: "I learned it for my second brother, he likes to listen."

Feng Lou continued with a tone of encouragement and appreciation: "You are such a caring and smart girl. Chinese is difficult to learn."

Wei Feng finally couldn't listen anymore, his dark eyes were hidden under the calm water, and the waves had already started to rise.

"Duoyan, you go out first."

As soon as he spoke, Feng Lou immediately stopped talking.

The irritability in Wei Feng's heart rose even higher.

Duoyan obediently left first, and looked at her "second brother" several times worriedly before leaving.

Wei Feng walked in front of Fenglou.

"You have nothing to tell me?"

Feeling sleepy for a while, Fenglou finally covered his mouth and yawned.

With tears in his eyes, he said casually: "Yes, you already knew I was He Fenglou?"

Wei Feng's face was stiff, and his hands behind his back were tightly clenched into fists.

They all knew that Fenglou was talking about the first time they met.

This person was as ruthless as he was affectionate, and even the last trace of affection disappeared the moment he learned the truth.

Wei Feng left without saying anything.

After he left, Feng Lou was finally able to sleep, and fell on the pillow almost immediately, sleeping unconsciously.

A few more days later, Fenglou woke up in the bright sunshine, and felt that his current life was not bad.

He basks in the sun every day, eats well and sleeps well, no one bothers him, and nothing bothers him, he is very happy.

Little Sun Duoyan still comes to play with him from time to time, except for not being able to sleep/man, life is really good.

Neither the annoying second prince nor the third prince appeared.

Duoyan is a cheerful little girl who always likes to ask him about things in China.

"Brother Fenglou, are there many trees in your place?"

Feng Lou nodded.

Although Cuicheng is called Cuicheng, it is actually a sand city with loess all over the sky.

"Brother Fenglou, tell me about the market! Didn't you say that the market is very lively last time? There are a lot of people and a lot of things!"

Fenglou told her about the details of Shancheng.

He grew up there since he was a child, so he is naturally most familiar with it.

Shancheng is still in the south of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, close to the southwest, with many mountains and rivers.

When he was five years old, his father took office there, and the whole family moved there to live. He never left until he started studying abroad at the age of 19.

As the largest city in the southwest, Shancheng is bustling and bustling, and it has become even more prosperous under He Dongxin's rule.

Every time I go to a big market or a small market, the streets are full of people.

Eat, drink, play, watch, listen, everything.

The remote single city is already so prosperous, let alone a place like the capital, no wonder these barbarians are always thinking about it.

......

"Brother Fenglou? Brother Fenglou!"

Duoyan looked at Feng Lou who suddenly looked lonely, and called him worriedly.

"I'm fine. I'm a little tired today. Why don't you go back first? Isn't it going to be your wedding in three days? It's time to prepare well."

Duoyan responded, and walked towards the door in three steps and two turns.

Almost at the door, the girl suddenly ran back.

"Brother Feng Lou...if, if one day you...will you remember me?"

Fenglou thought she said he left Jieba, so he nodded without hesitation.

Although this girl is also a Jieba person, she has not participated in any outrageous things.

And he really liked her, like his sister.

Duoyan hesitated to speak, and seemed not very happy after hearing his answer.

She lowered her head, took several deep breaths, and seemed to have something to say—

"Duoyan, you should go back."

The tall figure of the man suddenly appeared, standing in the shadow where the sun can't reach, his cold voice has no warmth.

Duoyan seemed to tremble a bit, then ran away quickly.

Feng Lou turned back, ignoring people to the end as usual.

Suddenly, he felt a cold behind his ears.

Turning her head quickly, the man's face was less than an inch away from her, and her black eyes were staring at him intensely.

Feng Lou squinted his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and said sarcastically, "What kind of eyes is this Second Prince? Desire/demand/dissatisfaction? Isn't your little wife going to marry you soon?"

So what Wei Feng said when he left was not false, he really wanted to "go back" and get married.

Fenglou let him stare at him so closely, without any intention of retreating.

Shame, timidity, love, joy...these are all because the person close to him is someone he likes. Since he is just a person who has nothing to do with him, he will naturally have nothing, so why would he be afraid?

Wei Feng understood what he meant.

But there was another strange fire in the depths of his eyes, and he almost murmured: "...soon, it will end soon...we will go back to the past..."

Feng Lou frowned slightly, looked at his nearly empty eyes, endured it, and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

What did he mean?

Finish?Feng Lou sneered, the worst thing he could do was to die, what did he have to be afraid of?

Anyway, the He family still has He Shutong.