Directly touching the thought in front of him, Feng Qianwu wanted to pretend that he didn't see it, so he could only reply: "I can't sleep at night, so I'll come and sit." ”

"Second brother, you still don't want to call me sister-in-law."

"It's not, it's just ••••••"

"The second brother can't open his mouth, so tell me to read my heart."

"Mindfulness."

"Second brother, don't you like me very much, and you dislike Nianxin as much as my father and mother for being a fireworks girl."

"It doesn't matter what I think, it's the big brother's choice."

"For Nianxin, the second brother's thoughts are very important."

"Mindfulness."

"We're important," Nian Xin deliberately paused before continuing, "Home, people, ah! ”

"yes, it's family." Feng Qianwu's self-talk doesn't know if it's said to Nianxin or to himself, as if it was another reminder of the distance between them.

"Second brother, you've been avoiding me lately, haven't you?"

"Mindfulness, I ••••••"

"There is no woman in this world who is born lowly and will do this laughing business."

"Nianxin, I didn't mean to look down on you."

"Second brother, there is no need to deny it."

"Nianxin, I really don't."

"Why does the second brother keep avoiding me?"

"I, I'm just ••••••" Feng Qianwu still didn't say the sentence in his heart (I just don't know how to face you).

"Second brother, do you know? If you can choose, you want to be an ordinary woman, don't want to be glorious and rich, don't want status, and don't want this flower and moon appearance, just want to have a light meal with you, and be plain and homely. As she said this, the woman unconsciously lost her disguise, and a trace of pain crossed her eyes.

Feng Qianwu looked at the lost mind and lost his mind, he deeply felt that this was the real mind, real and not pretentious, but that touch of pain also stabbed his heart without him knowing, and muttered: "Nianxin, don't you have a big brother?" Big brother is really fond of you. ”

"Yes, there is a husband."

A touch of self-deprecation passed in Nianxin's eyes for a moment, so fast that people couldn't catch it at all, and she regained her innocent and charming smile. made Feng Qianwu suspect that he was wrong, but when he saw the woman who put on the mask again, Feng Qianwu felt particularly irritable, and even spoke with emotion.

"Nianxin, you don't sleep alone at night, what are you doing here?"

"I'll just think you're caring about me, second brother." The smile in his eyes was even more severe when he said that, and his voice was even sweeter to the bone.

"I ••••••"

"Your eldest brother went out to suppress bandits, and he couldn't sleep alone, so he came out to blow the wind. Second brother, can't you sleep either? It's just time for us to talk! ”

"It's too late tonight, and there are different men and women, so you better go back and rest early."

"The second brother is not a man."

"Nianxin, I'm a man."

"I didn't say it! You are the younger brother of Xianggong, and naturally you are also my younger brother, your own younger brother, so you don't pay so much attention to it. ”

"But ••••••"

"Second brother, can you watch Nianxin dance?"

"Now?"

"Yes."

"That doesn't make sense!"

"Nianxin likes to dance the most, after coming to Fengfu, I don't have a chance to dance, so you should accompany Nianxin." The coquettish meaning in Nianxin's words is getting worse and worse, but it is just right to go straight to people's hearts, which makes people can't bear to refuse.

Feng Qianwu didn't say anything, but his head still nodded uncontrollably, and Nianxin walked directly to the open space among the flowers and danced.

In that small sea of flowers, her heart danced, her dancing posture was charming and enchanting, but it revealed a special purity, like a poppy, which made people fascinated. A beautiful song flowed out of her mouth like a clear spring at the same time.

The wind and sand are charming eyes, but I don't see the people of Iraq, but I hear the voices of people. The smart yellow oriole song, the first time I heard it, I was happy, and I heard it carefully. Since ancient times, it has been difficult to find bosom friends, and how much sadness and how much you know. I hope everything is a dream, and waking up from a dream is still singing under the moon.

The beauty under the moon, pure and elegant, singing and dancing, shooting directly at people's hearts.

It's beautiful, it's just beautiful, but the deepest part of that beauty's heart has sad thoughts. A kind of desolation and despair that comes out of the bottom of my heart, buried deep, deep. Ordinary people can't see it at all, but they can see it, but it's not just heartache.

Feng Qianwu is not that ordinary person, he sensed that something was wrong from it, and he was afraid that he had a painful past in his heart. Some thoughts that he couldn't have also sprouted more and more in his heart, but he couldn't control it.

After that night, Feng Qianwu knew that he shouldn't, but he still went to the pavilion every night, and Nianxin was waiting for his arrival every day. The atmosphere between the two has eased greatly, and the figures of the two have become more and more harmonious.

The afternoon sun is not hot, it can only be said to be warm, but the hearts of the people waiting at the door of Feng's house have different heats.

Seeing Feng Qianchu's figure from afar, Mrs. Feng was excited that it was old tears, her eldest son finally went home. But when the eldest son got off the horse, he didn't even look at her, and the first thing he did was to hug his precious wife.

But I was embarrassed not to let him hold it. Angry enough to know that his eldest son came back today, and he rushed home overnight last night, and Master Feng, who didn't have time to take a good rest, kept coughing on the side, and Feng Qianchu turned around.

"Dad, why are you coughing, if you don't feel well, don't come out!"

"Bastard thing."

Master Feng is even more angry now, Feng Qianchu is the second monk who is confused. Nianxin pulled him directly, and secretly said to his ear that the old couple was jealous, and he didn't react at first, he cared about his own lady, what vinegar they had to eat. However, he was glared at by Nianxin's soft eyes, and immediately didn't dare to ask again, so he touched his head embarrassedly and went to talk to the old couple.

Feng Qiandu, who has not been in tune since he was a child, looked uncomfortable and slipped away early, which is very normal. And Feng Qianwu, who has always adhered to etiquette and knowledge, has the idea in his heart that it would be good if the eldest brother never came back, and I don't know if his idea was too intense, and it turned into a reality a few days later.

That night, Feng Qianchu drank the tea that Nianxin had specially made for him, and held a woman he didn't know at all. Maybe it was because he hadn't been in the woman for too many days, and it was also the reason for the effect of the medicine, and he deliberately left the doors and windows open so that the sound could travel farther.

That night, Feng Qianchu's excitement was full of excitement, but it was clear in the entire Feng Mansion, and the woman's voice begging for mercy again and again spread throughout every corner.

Originally, there was not as much deliberate approach as before the mind, Feng Qianwu, Feng Qiandui was not so uncomfortable when he heard it, but now they don't know their feelings. It is estimated that the old couple of the Feng family are happy, although this eldest son is too crazy, but there is hope for this grandson.

For several days in a row, such high-spirited and passionate voices continued, and it was obvious that he was a little sluggish and in good spirits during the day.

Mrs. Kanfeng touched her eldest son's shoulder and said, "Ah Chu, your father and I are still young, don't be so anxious to have a grandson, you take it easy, don't get tired." ”

But in fact, Feng Qianchu really didn't think about it so much, he just couldn't control his enthusiasm at night.

As for the stimulation of this night, the situation of the other two brothers is unknown, and Nian Xin is directly "tired" and has never gotten out of bed, let alone met them.

On the night of the same month of bright stars, Fengfu was finally quiet, without the men and women "fighting", all kinds of wonderful sounds that made people blush and heartbeat, everyone was still wondering, why was the eldest young master so quiet tonight, maybe he was too tired recently to know that it had stopped.

The breeze is blowing gently, and the back garden of the Feng family is not the most luxurious and atmospheric, but it is different from the small and exquisite. Especially the lotus pond that has not yet bloomed, the flower bones look different and cute.

At this time, there was something floating on the quiet water, it was a male corpse, the male corpse was head down, his whole face was in the water, his back was up, and he had long lost a trace of breath. It gave this quiet and elegant night a touch of weirdness.

The overwhelming white filled the entire Feng Mansion, and it looked white from a distance, and even the Feng Mansion on the golden door at the gate was covered by a white cloth. It was just a festive red place just over two months ago, but now it is extremely bleak.

In the center of the Fengfu Hall, there is a large inscription, and there is a circle of flowers made of white cloth around the inscription, and a coffin is placed directly below. Lying in the coffin was the eldest young master of Nafeng Mansion, the general Feng Qianchu who had only come back a few days ago.

The coffin was full of men and women in white filial piety clothes, crying one after another. Mrs. Feng had already cried so much that she fainted while holding her eldest son's coffin, and the girls hurriedly helped her into the room. Master Feng touched his eldest son's face, shook his hands, and kept calling his son, who was still very healthy, as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden, and the gray hair on his head was dyed a lot white.

The only one who is quite calm is Feng Qianwu, the second young master of Fengfu, he is the current pillar of the family, and he has to support this family. He arranged all the big and small things in the house, and he was actually in a very bad mood, he never thought that one of his thoughts would become a reality, and he had a faint debt to his eldest brother in his heart.

At the front of the crowd, closest to the coffin, there was a white and pitiful figure, slender and beautiful, kneeling in the shadow of the coffin, so weak and lonely. She wept bitterly, and fainted as she cried.

Feng Qiandui knelt near the coffin, directly opposite the woman, his eyes did not have any sadness for the dead eldest brother, but from beginning to end, his eyes never left the opposite figure, seeing the woman fainted, he immediately picked up the woman horizontally and sent her to her room.

In the whole hall, there were many people who came to mourn, and no one knew who killed Feng Qianchu, and threw his body in the lotus pond in the back garden. It's really pitiful for this beautiful lady who has only been married for more than two months, and she became a widow directly. and those two don't even have grandchildren, and now they are directly missing a son. The most pitiful thing is General Feng, who only married his wife at the age of thirty and has not lived a happy life for long. These are the voices of the people present, but regret is regret, pity is pitiful, after all, this is also a family matter.