In Willow Lane in the west of the city, in a small courtyard that looked very dilapidated, Feng Changhuai was leading an old doctor out of the house inside.

The fence around the courtyard collapsed slightly, and as soon as I arrived in the courtyard, the cold wind around me poured into the collar.

Feng Changhuai rubbed his arms and eased some of the coolness on his body, then he asked the person in front of him, "Doctor Chen, how is my mother's health?"

"It's not good, Mrs., she is depressed, worried and disturbed, plus she has hurt her foundation before, if she can nourish it well, she may be able to enjoy her old age, but now she has a cold and a cough, I'm afraid it's ......"

The doctor shook his head and couldn't help sighing, just when he checked Liu's pulse, he found that she had seen a leaking vein, rapid and uneven, like a torrent when it was urgent, but like a filament about to break when it was slow, Liu's body had already been destroyed on the roots, and if it went on like this, I was afraid that she would not be able to survive this winter.

Feng Changhuai lowered his eyes, not seeing sadness, but said in a low voice: "I know." ”

Dr. Chen has been practicing medicine for several years, and he is used to seeing life and death, so when he heard this, he just patted Feng Changhuai on the shoulder, and handed him the prescription he had just written in the house: "This prescription is for you, you go and take the medicine back for your mother to decoction, although it can't eradicate the disease, it can also relieve the cough a little and make her body more comfortable." ”

"Thank you, doctor. ”

Feng Changhuai hurriedly took the prescription, carefully folded it and put it into his arms, then took out some copper plates from his arms and handed them to the doctor, and then sent the doctor out, and after watching the doctor leave, Feng Changhuai stood at the door for a while, turned around and prepared to go back to the courtyard, but he didn't want to see the person standing in front of the carriage not far away, but he paused suddenly.

His face changed, there was resentment, hatred, guilt, and puzzlement, and finally after his eyes were closed, when he opened them again, he had calmed down.

Feng Changhuai stepped forward slowly, walked to the carriage, and said in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

Feng Qiao looked up at Feng Changhuai, he was no longer wearing brocade clothes, and there were no servants around him, wearing the most ordinary dark cyan cotton jacket, with a belt around his waist, and black cotton shoes stained with mud on his feet.

His face no longer has the flamboyance of a noble son at the beginning, but it seems that the edges and corners have been smoothed out, and he has lost his elegance, and he has become the most ordinary person in this capital.

Feng Qiao said: "I want to talk to you. ”

Feng Changhuai did not invite Feng Qiao into the house, but after Feng Qiao spoke, he followed her to a teahouse not far away.

The teahouse in the west of the city is far less luxurious than the others, the furnishings inside are half-new, and the pot of tea in it is only ten copper plates.

After the two found a place to sit down, Xiao Er served tea, Feng Changhuai reached out and poured a cup of tea for Feng Qiao, put the tea in front of her, and said: "The tea here is cheap and delicious, although the taste is not as good as that in your house, but it is not too bad, if you don't want to drink it, you should take it and warm your hands." ”

After speaking, he poured himself another cup, and after drinking it to relieve the chill on his body, he poured another cup, put the teacup in the palm of his hand, his fingers were a little red and swollen, and he suddenly touched the heat in the cup, and it was a little stinging for a while.

Feng Qiao pursed his lips, tilted his head sideways and said, "How are you now?"

Feng Changhuai smiled: "It's okay, although with the reputation of the son of this criminal minister, I can't find a good job, but I can barely make a living, when I was in the house before, the high bed was warm pillows, brocade clothes and food, and the most I thought about was where to go to the banquet and who to befriend, but now that I have come out, I think about it is simpler, as long as I can fill my stomach and have a place to live." ”

Feng Qiao looked at Feng Changhuai, listening to him say that he was running for a living, listening to his small request, it was a little difficult to connect the person in front of him with the flamboyant and wealthy Feng Dagongzi at the beginning.

Feng Qiao scratched his fingers on the edge of the cup and said in a low voice, "Do you hate?"

Feng Changhuai raised his head: "Hate, who do you hate, are you still the second uncle?"

Feng Qiao looked at him and didn't speak.

Feng Changhuai said: "If you are asking me if I hate you, I think I should hate you, after all, if it weren't for you and the second uncle, I would still be in the Gaomen Mansion now, being the son and brother who doesn't have to worry about anything, there are groups of servants in the mansion, and everyone is the envy of the rich and noble." ”

"You and the second uncle brought down the Feng family, killed my grandmother and third uncle, and my father also died because of you, it's impossible to say that you don't hate it, but if you come to me today and just want to ask about this, I can tell you that even if I really hate you, I won't retaliate against you. ”

Feng Changhuai's fingers were red, the tea in his hand was cold, he poured another cup of tea and held it in his hand: "My father and grandmother killed the second aunt, and my grandmother killed the second uncle's mother. ”

"The enmity of the previous generation is over, I know that the second uncle has shown mercy to our mother and son and let us live, I will not provoke you with my own life without knowing what to do. ”

Feng Qiao listened to Feng Changhuai's words, and could hear that his words were sincere, Feng Changhuai may not have let go of the Feng family's affairs, but he has become more calm and more mature, he does not hate things with his own body, but can know cause and effect, so Feng Changhuai under this makes Feng Qiao unconsciously think of Feng Changyi at the beginning.

She closed her eyes suddenly, swept away the distractions in her heart, and when she raised her eyes again, she said to Feng Changhuai: "I am not here today for you, but for Feng Yan." ”

Feng Changhuai's face changed slightly, looked at her and said, "For her?"

Feng Qiao didn't beat around the bush, and said directly: "I don't know if you have heard of it, a few days ago, at my birthday banquet, Miss Guo was pushed down the corridor and fell into the lake by Miss Li Taifu's family. ”

"Afterwards, my father has already checked, Sister Guo's injury is not an accident, Miss Li was also instigated to have a dispute with Sister Guo, when Sister Guo fell from the building, Miss Li was pushed to bump into Sister Guo. ”

Feng Changhuai frowned: "Is it the hand of the young lady of the Wang family, what does this have to do with Yan'er?"

Feng Qiao said lightly: "Wang Yuruo saw Feng Yan the day before my birthday. ”

Feng Changhuai's face changed, looking at Feng Qiao, Feng Qiao said: "Sister Guo and I have never had a grudge against Wang Yuruo, and it is even more impossible for the Wang family to let their daughter come to my birthday banquet to make trouble and offend my father." ”

"If Wang Yuruo has no grievances with us, she went to such great lengths to borrow Miss Li's hand to harm Sister Guo, and to shame me and my father's face, except because someone mixed it up, I really can't think of a second reason. ”