It's early spring in March, it's drizzling, the sky is so gloomy, and her mood is gloomy.

At this time two years ago, she experienced death and rebirth.

She no longer has love for Qiu Yexian, however, the pain and remorse at that time have been deeply integrated into her blood and bones, she has never had confidence in men and love, and she can't be sure that it is a wise thing to marry Yin Jiu.

She is by no means ruthless to the Yin Nine Killings. On the contrary, her feelings for him are even too strong and deep, trusting him, needing him, and appreciating him, almost better than she used to have for Qiu Yexian, but it is not for "men", but for "companions" and "comrades-in-arms".

She loves and is willing to gallop on the battlefield with him, fight side by side, live and die together, but she can't imagine the scene of sharing a bed with him and grinding her ears, she is faintly afraid of that kind of life, even if she has moved her heart to him, she is still afraid that the relationship between "husband and wife" will ruin the most important and precious "companion" and "comrade-in-arms" friendship.

After experiencing the betrayal and persecution of Qiu Yexian, she deeply felt that the "love" between men and women was so fragile, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, gorgeous, brilliant, dazzling, but fleeting, and then leaving a sky of darkness and loneliness.

Between people, there is no feast that will not be separated, even if it is a family, there are times when they are strangers, turn against each other, or go their separate ways.

However, as long as there is a zài on the battlefield, comrades-in-arms and companions will never abandon each other, and life and death will follow

So, why pursue the so-called love and marriage

When no one is around, Feng Jinghua often asks herself this, but she has never expressed this kind of feeling, she knows that such an idea is strange, and she doesn't want to cause unnecessary turmoil.

If the marriage relationship can stabilize the relationship and relationship between her and Yin Jiu Kill, then she will accept the formal marriage.

It doesn't matter what such a marriage will become, she just hopes that the qiē she has experienced will not be repeated.

Yin Jiu Kill's slender and dexterous fingers fell with the sunspot, but his eyes were fixed on her.

Such a gaze is not sharp and bright, but it is also pervasive like this dark night.

"Then, I'll do my best to get the project done." He smiled, as light as the spring rain in the dark night, barely visible or audible.

Feng Jinghua smiled and changed the topic: "What's going on with Poison Street, Qiu Yexian can find out the identity of the Ghost Emperor"

"Poison Street has been transformed into a shelter for infectious people and lunatics." Yin Jiu Killing, "More than 300 people were executed by the masked people who lived in Poison Street, and more than 100 people were imprisoned, and the whereabouts of the Ghost Emperor and the rest of the people are unknown. So far, the imperial court still can't find out the identity of the ghost emperor, and it doesn't know how many subordinates the ghost emperor has, what is certain is that the ghost emperor must have colluded with the court officials and even people in the royal family, and the military aircraft department is making every effort to investigate the matter. ”

Feng Jinghua dropped another white chess: "Do you suspect who the dragon head mask man is"

Yin Jiu Kill picked up a black chess piece and said three words lightly.

Feng Jinghua's hand holding the chess pieces from the chess box suddenly trembled, and a few chess pieces in the chess box splashed out.

At this time, the spring breeze suddenly became bigger, the spring rain also suddenly became bigger, and there were faintly a few spring thunders exploding.

Spring is really here.

It's just that before the spring shines and the flowers bloom, there will be a long period of melancholy rainy days.

The spring rain lasted for a few days, the rain was not heavy, but it was not very small, indecisive, ambiguous, not crisp at all, endless, because the little anticipation and joy of the coming of spring were about to be worn out.

In the spring rains, the reconstruction project of the burned warehouse in the underworld is still being carried out day and night, and it has been capped and ready to be put into use in just a few days.

The last interrupted wedding is also in the works. This time, the wedding was simpler, except for Yin Jiu's cronies in the army and the Feng family's relatives and friends in Tianzhou, no guests were allowed to attend the wedding, and with the terrible experience of the last time, no guests took the initiative to attend.

At this time, the housekeeper of the Feng Mansion personally came to the door and asked Feng Jinghua to return to the Feng Mansion.

Now Fengfu has become an embarrassing storage zài. Madame, eldest lady, and second lady are in Tianzhou, but one is in the palace and can't go out of the palace casually; One is no different from being a monk, regardless of the worldly things; One lives in his fiancé's house, and he doesn't ask about the Feng family anymore. And there was not even any contact and communication between these three hostesses, and the servants of Fengfu felt very helpless and helpless about this, but they could only live in the big mansion that the master did not want to come back.

"Miss," said the butler respectfully, "there are already too many things piled up in the mansion that need to be dealt with by you. ”

Feng Jinghua said: "Didn't I say that it is up to you to decide, if you can't decide, you can discuss and decide with the other stewards in the house, and you don't have to ask me what I mean?"

Home used to be her paradise, but now, she doesn't want to take any step further.

Next door to Fengfu is the former Ji Mansion, which is where she first met Qiu Yexian, and it is also the place where she is constantly reminded of how she was murdered by Qiu Yexian and Ji Lian. There is the smell of mother, brother and Feng Hanyu in Fengfu, mother has become a stranger, brother has died, Feng Hanyu has become an opponent, such a place, now only sentimentality and sorrow are left.

The housekeeper said: "Having said that, there are some things that the small ones can't decide for the master anyway. ”

Feng Jinghua said: "For example, what kind of thing?"

The housekeeper said: "The eldest young master's house was struck by lightning the night before yesterday and most of it collapsed, I don't know if I want to rebuild it." The old man sent a lot of things from northern Xinjiang, and it is not good for us to distribute them without authorization. My cousin took the whole family to Fengfu, saying that there was a frost disaster in their hometown and they couldn't live, so they wanted to ask Fengfu to help them."

Feng Jinghua waved his hand: "Okay, I'll go back now." ”

It was really difficult for them to let the housekeepers and stewards deal with these problems, even if she didn't want to set foot in Fengfu, Fengfu was still her home.

She followed the housekeeper back to Fengfu, and when the Fengfu heard that she was back, they all poured out to greet her, surrounded her in the middle, and asked long and short questions, almost without a handful of snot and tears.

Feng Jinghua smiled bitterly, let them finish speaking, and finally said: "You calm down first, I will stay at home for a few days, and deal with the matters that need to be decided by me one by one, you don't need to worry." ”

Fengfu as the home of military generals, suffered many hardships, the people have shared weal and sorrow with the master several times, and the friendship between the master and the servant is far beyond that of ordinary people, therefore, although the Feng family style is strict, it is not so particular about the so-called upper and lower dignity, and there are not too many rules and constraints, and the people have always been in awe of the masters, and they are close to each other.

After listening to her words, the housekeeper said: "It's rare for the eldest lady to go home, why don't we have a reunion dinner first, and we should also pick up the wind and wash the dust for my cousin's family, and talk about it tomorrow."

Feng Jinghua didn't even come back for the New Year, which has become a regret and heart disease for the Feng family.

Hearing the housekeeper's words, the subordinates nodded one after another, and surrounded Feng Jinghua into the hall.

In the hall, there were already four tables of delicacies, and it turned out that the people had already prepared a banquet and were waiting for the eldest lady to come back.

Feng Jinghua's heart was faintly warm, and he smiled: "Thank you all, let's eat together." ”

She and her cousin's family sat at one table, and the people sat at the other three tables, happily eating this late reunion dinner.

My cousin's family asked Feng Jinghua to toast her, and the other people hadn't seen Feng Jinghua for a long time, so they were naturally very happy and enthusiastic, no matter whether they could drink it or not, they all toasted her with a wine glass