In Uncle He's house, the two Han Mansion girls who were anxious were facing the stubborn Feng Eleven, and they didn't break at all. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Shut his mouth and leave him alone, let him starve. Maybe they are hungry for one meal, and after being quiet for a long time, can they still be hungry for a second and third meal? If the third prince comes back and sees Feng Shiyi being sick from hunger and asks about the origin of the situation, how will they explain it?

You can't really say they're incompetent, can you?

When the third prince left, he could have instructed him to take care of Feng Eleven. This order, the two girls really dare not disobey.

But if you don't dare to disobey, you don't dare to disobey, but this Feng Eleven is really an uncle who wants people's lives.

"Master Feng, don't you want to seek revenge on our third son, if you don't eat, how can you take revenge if you starve to death?" Ling Xue shouted angrily.

"Lao Tzu will not eat your food when he dies. Han Qihai, if you come out for me, you will kill Lao Tzu with one sword, and don't use this to insult people. Even if Lao Tzu dies, he will not let you go as a ghost. ”

Feng Eleven yelled and scolded, he really didn't care, he didn't listen to anything, and he didn't be afraid.

A man who is not even afraid of death, what else can he be afraid of?

Ling Xue and Qu Qing were really embarrassed to death.

But no matter how embarrassed it was, the two girls didn't dare to do anything to him, every time they saw him scolding and his mouth was bleeding, they immediately took action to point at his acupoint, and then broke his mouth hard and poured water into his mouth.

The rice can't fit into Feng Eleven's mouth, but it can still be done by pouring him some water to quench his thirst and increase some water.

In this way, it was tossed for another day. When the moon rose again in the east, Feng Eleven still did not stop, and it looked like he was about to become a benevolent person on the spot.

In the end, Ling Xue really didn't break up, so she simply said that she would no longer work against Feng Eleven.

She left Qu Qing away, and she sat beside Feng Shiyi with her dejected ass, and she just didn't reply to Feng Shiyi's scolding.

Zhishou Feng Eleven watched him scold tiredly, and began to stare at her, and her nose suddenly became sore, and she cried 'woo'.

When Feng Shiyi saw that she was crying, he was even more annoyed and annoyed in his heart, and his mouth also scolded even more fiercely.

But no matter how Feng Eleven scolded, Ling Xue didn't refute a word, let alone point his acupoint to seal his mouth.

Ling Xue just cried, kept crying. The more fiercely Feng Shiyi scolded, the more he cried, and he couldn't stand it.

"Girl, what are you crying for, Lao Tzu is scolding Han Qihai, not you. Wind Eleven roared.

Ling Xue sobbed: "I am the girl of the third son, if you scold the third son, it is not equivalent to scolding me." What's the difference. ”

"You deserve it, and you should do whatever you want to do with this brute. Feng Eleven scolded fiercely.

"Ling Xue is the daughter of the Han Mansion, so she has no choice. ”

"That's what your ancestors deserve. ”

When Ling Xue heard this, she cried even louder.

Sounds like it's really heartbroken, and heaven and earth are going to cry for her.

"Are you enough, stop crying, okay. It's Lao Tzu's mistake just now, it's not your ancestor's fault, it's completely Han Qihai, the fault of the birdmen surnamed Han. Wind Eleven roared.

But Ling Xue not only didn't stop, but she cried even more aggrieved and uncomfortable: "Ling Xue has already handed over her life to the Han family, woo, Master Feng begs you, let's just scold Ling Xue, so that Ling Xue can feel better." ”

"I, I-" Wind Eleven 'me' for a long time, but he didn't know what to say anymore, and roared, slamming his head against the pillar behind him violently.

But Ling Xue had been prepared for this before, and the pillar was thickly wrapped with a layer of cotton gauze, and even if Feng Shiyi hit it harder, it wouldn't hurt his head for half a point. On the contrary, the cotton cloth was so thick that it could not be pressed against the righteous bottom, and every time he hit it, it wrapped his first time warmly. made Feng Eleven feel that the strength he used was completely useless. A deep sense of frustration that couldn't help but go straight to his heart.

As a result, Feng Eleven's head was really big, and he cursed again and again, cursing to the end, but he had to beg: "Girl, don't you cry anymore, okay?" Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu listened to his heart, and his heart felt uncomfortable. ”

But his request not only didn't have any effect, but made Ling Xue cry even more fiercely.

Feng Eleven is irritable, hard to love, life is better than death. I want to hide and move, I want to cover my ears and not listen, and my hands are tied and I can't move. Look at your whole body, the only thing you can do at will is a mouth.

Before, he could still yell at people, but now, he has no rules. It was completely gone, no matter how much he roared, he couldn't cover Ling Xue's cry at all.

Feng Eleven's current experience is that the two girls were scolded by him again and again, and they know what it feels like.

This is the way of the other, and the way of the other.

Girl, you can do it!

Feng Eleven understood, and in the end, seeing that Ling Xue still kept crying, he finally couldn't stand it anymore, and then he also cried.

It's really good all of a sudden, and it's messed up in the small backyard room.

Qu Qing was shocked by the sudden and mixed cries of several generations higher, and returned to the left wing room to see this scene, and the whole person was stunned for a moment.

I saw that in the small wing, the two of them were thick and delicate, and they were sitting in a bundle, all of them were crying with tears in their eyes. Looking at the beds, tables, and chairs, they were all soaked with tears.

What's going on?

The howling and crying of the two also attracted the two children who had been resting in their own room. Fortunately, the owner of the house, Uncle He, was not at home that night because of something wrong with the salt shop, so this strange scene did not shake the old man.

Qu Qing, Liu Shuangli, and Qin Siyang hid outside the door, looking at the two crying in the left wing room in a daze, both surprised and puzzled, they were all completely helpless about this situation.

The farce that was going on here was completely different from the night before.

What can they do.

Fortunately, the third son is not here, otherwise it would be a shame to see this scene.

After a long time, the deafening cry gradually subsided.

But no matter how small the voice was, Ling Xue's crying never stopped. When Feng Eleven was tired of crying, he had to stop crying, and most of the time passed, Ling Xue was still sobbing and choking, and she didn't mean to stop at all. Look, she felt like she was going to cry until she died, and she was completely out of breath before she could stop.

Feng Shiyi really couldn't stand it anymore, he was so annoyed that he hit his head backwards again and again, but the thick cotton cloth made him feel no pain at all, and he couldn't alleviate the irritability in his heart.

After enduring it for another quarter of an hour, seeing that Ling Xue still couldn't stop coming into his ears, he was upset when he heard it, and finally he couldn't stand it anymore, and begged loudly: "Girl, you're enough, it's time to stop." How long are you going to cry? I beg you, don't cry anymore, okay?"

Ling Xue wiped her tears, sobbed and didn't stop, but said while crying: "What's the use of Lord Feng begging me, Ling Xue is just a girl, which can make her own decisions." ”

"Don't cry about this, you can always do it, right?" Wind Eleven still pleaded.

"But if I don't cry anymore, you will curse, refuse to eat, and seek death. Ling Xue can't persuade you, there is no way, thinking that the third son will punish Ling Xue when he comes back, woo, I, I can only cry. ”