"Brother Feng said that you have always had a positive attitude towards this incident in the Zhengbei League, right?" After a long time, Han Qihai put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Feng Shiyi, and asked lightly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yes!" Wind Eleven replied simply.

"Apart from Brother Feng, is there anyone else in the Zhengbei Alliance who is against it?" Han Qihai asked.

"It's hard to say. Feng Eleven replied, "The eldest brother has always been arbitrary, and the brothers know him, so few people openly oppose his decision. ”

But Brother Feng openly objected. “

"Yes, I just don't want my brothers to die again. “

"I heard that there is one of the most resourceful military advisors in your Zhengbei Alliance, named Shen Handing, right?"

"Do you say Brother Ten, others are very smart. Feng Eleven replied lightly, and retreated back to the rattan and bamboo bed and sat down.

Han Qihai smiled lightly: "I don't know what the attitude of this Ten Hall Master is towards this Zhengbei League uprising?"

Feng Shiyi shook his head: "I don't know, Brother Ten has always talked little. Every time everyone discusses something, he just listens, and if the eldest brother doesn't ask him for his opinion, he will not squeak until the end. ”

Han Qihai nodded clearly: "Now that the matter is now, I can only take one step at a time." The brothers of the Zhengbei League, who have been guilty of treason and collaboration with the enemy, can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune to be able to get to this point. ”

Feng Eleven stood up again and shouted, "Han Tianming, what do you mean by this?"

Han Qihai's expression was still the same: "At this point, the reputation has come out, and if you don't fight back, what you are waiting for is only the end of destruction." Then it's better to be the last game, even if it is only the fate of perdition, it can be regarded as a well-deserved death. ”

When Han Qihai said this, he also stood up slowly, faced Feng Eleven, and said, "I have to do it even if I know that I can't do it, Zhang Chengzhong is a hero." ”

Feng Eleven was stunned for a moment, and suddenly something seemed to rush up to his throat, he swallowed his back, and his voice choked: "Could it be that my brother has died nine times and survived until now, or - still - still have to carry that trumped-up charge, die - die without turning a blind eye-"

Han Qihai let out a long sigh, patted Feng Shiyi's shoulder, turned around and sat down in his seat.

Feng Eleven closed his eyes, and the whole person looked like he was crumbling.

Without saying more, Han Qihai regained his faint expression, he shook the smooth teacup in his hand lightly, and looked out the window. It was the brightest moment of noon, and the sunlight reflected into the house, reflected on the green bamboo teacup in his hand, shining with a crystal light, so not scorching.

Suddenly, I heard a loud 'pop' sound, coming from the bamboo teng bed on Feng Eleven's side.

I saw that although it was old, it could still fully bear the weight of an adult man, and the whole thing shattered in an instant.

No one could see clearly what kind of force smashed the fairly sturdy bamboo teng bed, and most of it was turned into dust. But everyone saw it clearly, and the impact of crushing it in an instant brought up all the dust that had broken up, and it was all over the small bamboo house.

The dust suddenly raised, the two children didn't have time to cover their noses, inhaled a lot, and choked on the table, covering their mouths and noses, coughing muffled.

But Han Qihai, who was closest to Feng Eleven, was the first to be hit by the dust, but he was fine at all. He sat in place with a green bamboo teacup in one hand as usual, watching the dust flying on all sides and falling all over the room.

Ling Xue at the other end of the table, just like her third son, stood in place, motionless, quietly letting the dust fall all over her body.

It's just that Ling Xue's delicate face was not so calm, I saw her eyes open, looking at Feng Eleven in the dust with a new look, and her expression seemed to be the first time she knew this person.

Because at this moment, after this tall man smashed the bamboo to make the bed, his face was not only covered with dust that kept falling down, but also glittering tears that kept pouring out.

Ling Xue couldn't imagine that this man, who only bled and couldn't shed tears, was in tears at this moment.

This made her curious about this rude man.

After a long time, all the bamboo dust flying on all sides dispersed.

There was still no wind in the air, but a stream of heat swept into the house one after another.

After being silent for a while, Han Qihai sighed lightly, stood up, patted around, and slapped all the dust that fell on him. Looking at Feng Eleven again, I saw that the tears that kept pouring out of his eyes slid down from his dusty face, and a very conspicuous tear stain was scratched.

Han Qihai shook his head lightly, thinking about how to step forward to comfort Feng Eleven. But when he saw Feng Shiyi bow his head violently, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he seemed to be extremely endured by something, and his mouth couldn't be opened.

Han Qihai sighed again, and said gently: "Brother Feng, please relax and ......"

Feng Eleven suddenly waved his big hand, interrupting Han Qihai's words. He gritted his teeth, finally endured the heat wave that surged into his throat, opened his mouth and took a heavy breath, and said: "You are right, our brothers in the Zhengbei League, we are really fortunate in misfortune to be able to survive such a crime. Now the people of the Zhengbei Alliance are just trapped beasts in cages, and last night's blow was only the last fight in the dying, haha-why, why, do you still want to put Your Highness, your Highness-"

When Feng Eleven said this, he couldn't say any more, and his last voice was like a mournful cry from the ground, so low and depressed that he couldn't hear what words were at all.

Han Qihai looked at it, sighed heavily, shook his head, and stopped persuading. Turning his head to look at Ling Xue, he said, "Ling Xue, it's past noon now, I think everyone is hungry, you should go and make lunch, right?"

"Yes!" Ling Xue bowed her head in response, turned around and took the bamboo blue that was still on the table, first wiped the table covered with powder with an oilcloth covered with bamboo blue, and then took out the buns and pastries inside one by one, leaving only the roast chicken and dried meat in the basket, and then lifted it and saluted Han Qihai before turning around and entering the back room.

After a while, I heard the sound of a fire washing rice from the back room.

Liu Shuangli heard the sound of the inner room, so he came back from his shock, hurriedly shook off the dust on his body, stood up, and said to Han Qihai: "Master Han, I'll go and help Sister Ling Xue get lunch." ”

Knowing that this kid didn't want to eat for nothing, Han Qihai smiled gently, glanced at Qin Siyang, who was sitting silently with his head down, and nodded to Liu Shuangli.

Liu Shuangli smiled, took Qin Siyang's hand before leaving, grabbed the boy's head again, twisted his face lightly, and said softly: "Siyang, don't be bored anymore." I'm going to make a bowl of your favorite stuffy bamboo shoots now, and you'll wait. ”

After Liu Shuangli finished speaking, he grinned at Qin Siyang again, and under the boy's stunned gaze, he turned around and ran into the back room.