Black Robbery

"Twelve is a good method." After everything was over, Feng Chen and Feng Twelve walked out of the dungeon, and said slowly on the way back to the main courtyard, "To deal with this kind of iron hedgehog, indeed, killing the body is not as good as killing the heart."

Feng Twelve glanced at Feng Chen, feeling terrified at Feng Chen, feeling uncomfortable.

"Is it your fault that Shu'er's family was destroyed?" Feng Twelve said, "You pretended to be asleep on the way back to the valley, and let me find this information on purpose."

The letter was exchanged between Fengchen and Xia Qing, and it wrote about the smuggling of arms to the northwest by the city lord of Xuancheng and the Li family.

"You robbed the munitions used in Shigu's wars a few years ago, right?" Feng Twelve thought for a while, "You have been in Shigu, and Di Shui and Jing Ruohan have also been in Shigu. To be precise, it should be you who let Chang Fei Jie, or, do you have any particularly trustworthy people outside the valley?"

"Auntie is so good at predicting things, it was robbed by Changfei, and I have done a right thing."

"First, fighting against the imperial court in the northwest is not the same as ours. Those barbarians don't care about the lives of the people in the Central Plains. With so many arms, believe it or not, once the strength of the army increases, they are really capable of overthrowing the imperial court.

As far as their virtue is concerned, cows and horses will be raised wantonly, the people will have no land to grow, no food to eat, people will be displaced everywhere, and their lives will be miserable.I let the people in the court know about this, so I can defend myself against the Northwest War, right? "

"Secondly, the imperial court knows that it will send Northwest generals to bring back the arms, which is not good for Shigu. I asked Changfei to lead people to rob first. For us Shigu, is it wrong?"

"Third." Fengchen bowed his head and said in a low voice, "For myself, I said before that I want to take revenge on Twelve, and I am reluctant to hurt you. Besides, to deal with iron people like you, the punishment of the heart is better than the punishment of the body. Yes, Li Shu is not doing well, how are you feeling?"

"Twelve's mood has been unstable for the past few days. Others can't see it. I know you so well, but I can see it."

Feng Chen raised his head, and then said in a rascally coquettish voice, "But aunt, what I did was mostly the first two points, and the Crispy Family's involvement in it is their own fault. .”

"Uh..." After a while, Feng Twelve really had nothing to say.

"However, Gu Gu is able to apply what she has learned, that's really good..." Feng Chen said.

"Well……"--

The carriage to Jiyue Villa was moving smoothly, Hong Changfei changed Yu Chengxi's medicine and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Seeing Yu Chengxi's eyeballs move, his heart tensed up, holding his breath and waiting for Yu Chengxi to wake up.

Yu Chengxi slowly opened his eyes, staring at the man in front of him, his eyes were full of curiosity, his whole body was on guard, and when he moved, he frowned in pain.

"Don't move around, just took the good medicine." Hong Changfei pressed his body and said distressedly, "It's all fake, they won't hurt me, they didn't use real punishment on me, I'm fine, don't be sad. "

"who are you?"

"Uh..." Hong Changfei was stunned, and after reacting for a while, he finally understood what those two people did to Yu Chengxi.

This little bastard, Feng Chen, has done nothing wrong!

Hong Changfei thought, when he got home, he would go back and ask for the antidote.

However, after thinking about it again, with Chengxi's current state, it would be nice to forget everything and take a break.

"I, Hong Changfei, your husband, remember." Hong Changfei said.

"Fuck you! I'm a man!" Yu Chengxi's pupils trembled, absolutely not believing it.

Hong Changfei suddenly found the fun he had when they first met, smiled maliciously, staggered away from Yu Chengxi's wound, pressed his body so that he could not move, and simply leaned over and kissed him forcefully.

Between lips and teeth, Hong Changfei pressed down with one hand, only to hear a muffled groan.

"I'm not talking nonsense, you see, you all have feelings."

"Asshole..." Yu Chengxi became angry from embarrassment, panting slightly.

The memories of the past are tightly sealed in Yu Chengxi's mind. He still doesn't know his last name, but the first three words he remembers are "Hong Changfei".

Hong Changfei...

Hong Changfei is a bastard, the bastard who made him feel...

-

He Youzhi lifted the ban, and everything in Shigu subsided.

Feng Luo hurried back to Mocheng from Shigu all the way, Feng Yaju dismounted, was welcomed in by Xiao Er, and blocked by Su Liu from the door.

"Master doesn't want to see you."

Feng Luo silently moved into another room, seeing Li Shu taking care of Qi Zhaoming every day outside the inn door, he felt very uncomfortable.

And because of Feng Chen's exposure of the arms, he was worried and didn't know how to face Li Shu.

Li Shu turned a blind eye to Feng Luo, and borrowed Su Liu's power to keep a distance from Feng Luo.

Feng Luo once fought Su Liu at night, and found that this man was not weak, and he was as poisonous as Feng Chen. If he were to be tied up, it would be almost impossible, let alone helpless.

For half a month, Feng Chen wrote to say that Qi Zhaoming could go home to recuperate, but Li Shu still refused to talk to her, busy packing her things and preparing to return to Qicheng.

When the building was empty, Fengyaju resumed its usual visits. Feng Luo stayed for another half a month, and found that Li Shu really didn't come back to look for her.

The affairs in the valley are busy, she has been oppressing this girl He Youzhi for a long time, it has been a month, and it is time for her to return to Shigu.

Two months later, Feng Chen sent Feng Twelve a message that Qi Zhaoming, the youngest son of Qi, would get married in ten days, and asked her if she wanted to rob someone?

Feng Twelve was silent, and finally shook his head.

She broke Shu'er's heart. Qi Zhaoming was very kind to Shu'er, and Shu'er also had deep feelings for Qi Zhaoming. Maybe Shu'er didn't feel it, but she could.

She can no longer rob her, she can't keep disturbing the peace of Shu'er's life.

Ten days later, Feng Twelve finished handling the affairs in the valley, got drunk with a pot of wine and Liu Feng, and fell asleep at the bottom of the cliff.

When he woke up again, he had been carried back to the main courtyard by Fengchen.

-

Feng Chen stayed up all night and found an interesting thing in the Feng Twelve Room.

There is a book on the Feng Twelve bookshelf, and the word "poetry collection" is clearly marked on the book cover, which makes Feng Chen very strange.

His Twelve is not the kind of person who can recite poems and compose Fu.

Sure enough, if something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Fengchen opened it and saw that firstly there were a bunch of portraits of Twelve inside, followed by Twelve's handwriting, a "poetry collection", and most of the book was full.

June [-];

Think of her at lunch.

June [-];

I dreamed about her last night, and I couldn't calm down when I was discussing matters this morning.

……

August [-];

I'm busy, so I'm going to miss my appointment.

……

September [-];

Autumn is approaching, and we are going to miss the appointment.

……

December 21;

If the calculation is not wrong, I met today last year and missed her.

……

March [-];

Spring is here again, I remember that the silver-blue earring on her left ear is very beautiful.

……

June fourteen;

Qi Zhaoming has drunk the peach blossom wine she made, but I have never drunk it.

……

May [-];

Qi Zhaoming's big marriage is uncomfortable.

……

the seventeenth day of the first lunar month;

I'm gone again, hoping she doesn't blame me.

……

Day after day, except for the days of leaving the valley and meeting again, without interruption.

She treasured the short and detailed memories of getting along with Li Shu, never forgetting a single bit.

Feng Twelve is busy with affairs during the day, but every day she will sit at the table, think about the past carefully, and write down a sentence, it is entertainment.

Feng Twelve has always been not good at talking about love, he never said sweet words, and he would not reveal his feelings easily.

After three and a half years, a short sentence every day is enough to make a poem.

After Feng Chen finished reading, he tilted his head and stared at Feng Twelve who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

"Confiscated?" asked.