After Zhang Jinzhi finished spitting on Feng Wu, he turned his head to look at Feng Qixiang, and said indifferently, "Yo, young master, when did you arrive? Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info look at this black light blind fire, cold pot and cold stove, how embarrassed. ”

The words are very polite and reasonable, if you ignore his faint look.

"You went to Tongzhou to look for me, gave me something and said something like that, isn't it just to lure me back to Beijing. Feng Qixiang's voice was as light as water, without a trace of emotional fluctuations, "Now I have to blame me for being uninvited." ”

"That's not what I said. I'm not a roundworm in your belly, how can I know what you think? If you want to come, you will come, and if you want to go, you can go, how can I be swayed by three or two sentences. After Zhang Jinzhi finished speaking, he didn't give Feng Qixiang a chance to continue, he Shi Shiran made a way out and made a gesture of please, "Young master, welcome back." ”

Without Zhang Jinzhi leading the way, Feng Qixiang knew where to go.

When he was a child, if the Hou Mansion was his world, then the East Courtyard was his stronghold. At that time, he was always jumping up and down in the east courtyard, knowing every grass and tree, every stone and pillar here, and he could run from here to there with his eyes closed, without bumping into anything.

A few years have passed, Feng Qixiang was surprised to find that the furnishings and structure of the East Courtyard have basically not changed, and they are still the same as in his memory, only the grass and trees are withered and decayed, as if no one has taken care of them for a long time, and a few pines and cypresses are surviving tenaciously.

The night was hazy, Feng Qixiang carefully touched a pine tree, as he expected, he felt a few deep and shallow cuts at the waist, this is his height scale when he was a child, each of which was engraved by his father himself, however, after his father died in battle, he did not measure his height, and no one made a mark for him......

Maybe it's the nostalgia, maybe it's the resentment, as the road under his feet approaches the place in his memory step by step, Feng Qixiang's footsteps slowed down unconsciously, I don't know how to face the encounter with that person, just left the Feng family for a while, he thought, one day he will make that person regret the credulous villain, time passed slowly, because of poisoning, he hated the uncle's family even more, and with it, he also hated that person more and more, it can be said that if his body is not good now, then, his resentment will not be less, even if he knows that the person has good intentions……

In the silent study, Feng Guangxin was reading a military book.

He looked very carefully, and traced the handwriting on it little by little with his gaze.

The book of war was written down by himself, word by word, and he memorized it backwards, and at this time, he still took it out to read, but not to look at his old work, but to read the annotations in the book. Some of these annotations are his own handwriting, but more of them are marked by his second son Feng Yanyong when he was reading the book, which is very detailed and reasonable, and some opinions once made him can't help but pat the case, but after his son left, he turned it out again, and his numb heart was a burst of pain.

He didn't know why he wanted to flip it over, although the more he flipped it, the more distressed he became.

It's been almost ten years......

Because of power, the younger son lost his life, because of power, the eldest son lost his humanity, ten years ago, he lost not one son, but two. The white-haired man sends the black-haired man, who can understand his pain. In order to keep the foundation of the Feng family and the bloodline of his youngest son, he drove his most beloved grandson out of the house.

The door was slowly pushed open.

The people who came in, except for Zhang Jinzhi, who left suddenly just now, Feng Guangxin didn't think about it, he didn't even raise his head and asked as a matter of course, "Who is here again?" He was referring to the person on the eldest son's side.

Feng Qixiang didn't respond, he stood at the door, looking at the person lying on the desk not far away, at this time, his mood was extremely complicated.

His father had been fighting for many years, and the man had brought him with him to teach him personally, so when he was a child, the man played an extremely important role.

However, since his father and his mother died on the battlefield, the man has changed. He lost both of his parents, and instead of comforting him, the man left him to his subordinates to practice day and night......

Even so, he still respects that man and regards him as his only reliance, and because of this, when that man wants to drive him out of the Feng family, he will be especially resentful.

I haven't seen him for a few years, he has grown up, and the man is also old, his hair is almost half white, his body like a mountain is not as great as before, and his back in the candlelight is especially lonely.

Feng Qixiang's heart went against his original intention and hurt.

He touched the scene here, Feng Guangxin raised his head because he didn't get a response, at that moment, he thought that he was thinking about it day and night, how could he see his second son standing alive.

In fact, Feng Qixiang's appearance is like his mother, and his eyebrows are not as rough as his father, the reason why the old marquis is wrong, except for the flickering candle, can only say that he really misses his second son too much.

Xiao Xiong, the nickname of the second son can be reached to his mouth, Feng Guangxin noticed Zhang Jinzhi and Feng Si next to him, who came is self-evident.

Feng Qixiang noticed that his grandfather was shocked, emotional, and happy when he saw him for the first time, and he was almost spurted out of his heart, and then he watched his grandfather's expression turn cold, and in the blink of an eye, it was so fast that he almost thought it was an illusion.

Feng Guangxin saw Zhang Jinzhi nodding at him, and after confirming that no one was watching, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but asked with a tiger face, "Who asked you to come back? Who allowed you to come back! You are no longer a member of the Feng family, I don't want to be rude to you, so I leave immediately." ”

Feng Qixiang put away the feelings that arose in his heart, and also put away the thoughts that he just felt that the person was old. Although his appearance was not as tough as before, his voice was still as loud as ever, just like when he had been reprimanded countless times before.

"I heard that you have been placed under house arrest by your son and grandson who have high hopes, and I think it will probably be very exciting, and you must not miss it. Feng Qixiang was not to be outdone, and immediately choked back.

"Get out!"

"No!"

"Zhang Zi!" Feng Guangxin turned to Zhang Jinzhi and reprimanded him with a face, "Just bring an outsider in casually, what to eat! Take him away immediately!"

"Yes, immediately, immediately!" Zhang Jinzhi hurriedly responded, but only responded, no action, the old marquis had different hearts, he had to deeply understand the mystery of his words.

Zhang Jinzhi is okay, this grandfather and grandson used to be like this, especially after the second master and his wife went, when the two of them were not calm, he was not surprised, but others ...... Feng Si, oops, the old marquis looks so terrible, the young master still dares to choke with him, it's so amazing! Feng Qirong, how can the cousin talk back to his grandfather, this is not good, but there is something wrong with the grandfather, the cousin is back, and he still talks about him...... (To be continued.) )