Fei Chi glanced at the second brother, what did he mean by gossiping about this matter from a child of a family? How can he be like him Feiyunqing who is gentle and elegant on weekdays, and he doesn't feel that he behaves frivolously?

Lou Yujiao's accident is not a good thing, and the Dingguo Mansion will not publicize it everywhere. Besides, when Miss Yurui pretended to be Miss Yan, he just agreed to keep it secret, and Fei Chi would not say half a point.

Fei Chi lowered his eyes and was silent.

"Why is the third brother silent?" Fei Yunqing looked at him and asked tentatively, "Miss Yujiao is injured?" She, is she worried about her life? ”

"Brother, when did you become gossipy?"

Fei Chi hooked his lips and sneered, "If you want to deal with the young lady of the Dingguo Mansion, how can it be so easy?" Don't worry, Miss Yujiao is fine. It's just that it's not a glorious thing, and no one wants to make a big deal about it. ”

"Oh, Miss Jade is okay? That's good,......" Fei Yunqing shook the jade fan, as if relieved, "So, it's a false alarm." ”

Fei Chi nodded, clenched his fists and said, "Isn't my brother going back to the house, don't let the house wait for a long time." The foolish brother is on duty, and the coach is still busy. ”

"Oh, it's time to go home," Fei Yunqing raised his eyebrows and smiled and arched his hand, "Brother Fool is one step ahead, and my father and aunt are still waiting for my news." ”

Fei Chi watched him leave, and secretly sneered in his heart: This 'aunt' is so kind, not at all like Fei Shizi who looks at people under his nose.

"Master, you really don't plan to go back to Bofu?" Wumo looked at him and whispered, "After all, it's your home." If you don't go back, the second lady will be looking forward to it. ”

"Well, let's talk about it." Fei Chi ignored it and walked forward.

Mother Jiang is a loyal concubine, and her status is not as good as that of the eldest lady. From childhood to adulthood, he was bullied by the eldest lady Wang and Fei Yunqing's mother and son.

For the sake of his mother, he endured everything.

Zhongshu Bofei Jingsheng was in a good mood and wanted to record the Yipin Pavilion shop in his name. The Wang family didn't know where to find out, so he asked Fei Jingsheng unrelentingly, "Yipin Pavilion is the property of the Fei family, and the master wants to give it to this wild seed?" ”

Fei Chi was shocked in his heart, it was really insulting, and in front of his father, he endured it and did not have a seizure.

However, Fei Jingsheng did not refute Wang's words for half a point, did he agree with her words, or did he agree with her meaning? This made Fei Chi very uncomfortable and very angry.

Fei Jingsheng not only canceled Yun Ruo's Yipinge shop, but also ignored his future. In terms of thesis, he is no worse than Fei Yunqing, and in terms of martial arts, Fei Yunqing is not as good as him by half a point. But no matter if he is out of office or something else, he will always fail halfway.

The mother will be cowardly, so she only persuaded him, "Chi'er, don't fight with others, when you are older, marry and move out of the house,......"

"Does Mother not want to see me?" Fei Chi was very stubborn, "Why wait until then? I'm going to leave now! ”

Wang's words he could endure, Fei Chi was dissatisfied and wanted to leave, Fei Jingsheng did not persuade, nor did he stay, Fei Chi resolutely left.

I can't stand Fei Jingsheng's attitude, when will I think about him?

The heart is like ice, cold, and frozen,......

He didn't understand, Fei Yunqing could go to the left servant of the ministry, and no yamen hired him? He was a good martial artist, and he was anonymously thrown into the city defense camp, and won the championship in the training ground in one fell swoop, so he got the current errand.

Fei Chi entered the city defense camp.

It was noon, and the soldiers were practicing in the coaching ground. Fei Chi took off his coat and changed into armor to practice with the soldiers. He flew on the horse with a spear in his hand, he riveted his strength, first-class riding and archery skills, and had the fighting spirit of not admitting defeat.

"Okay, okay!"

There was a burst of applause inside and outside the stadium!

Fei Chi got out of the arena and Wumo greeted him, "Master, you can rest." ”

"Hmm." Feichi nodded.

His face was radiant and proud. On the drill ground, whether it is the children of the family or the common people, the only way to win is to win with strength and win the respect and applause of others. He likes to be boasted about and enjoys the heartiness of gambling.

Walking out of the training field, there is a simple courtyard. Fei Chi stepped into the courtyard, where there were stone tables and stone benches, and three simple tiled rooms, and he entered the middle room.

There is a bed and a few in the room, and there is a table by the window, and there is a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and a set of stoneware tea sets on the square table. The furnishings in the house couldn't be simpler.

Fei Chi sat down and drank some water from the teapot.

"Master, you say a good word, go back to the house," Wumo brought a basin of water and put it on the case, and persuaded: "You are an extremely noble status, but you live with us people, and the little one really can't bear it." ”

"Wumo, you brothers can live, why can't I?" Feichi's voice was calm.

"Master, can you compare with us?"

Wumo handed over the face towel, his eyes were unbearable, "The little one is a rough man, the orphan has no father and no mother, there was a famine that year, begging all the way to the outskirts of Beijing, cold and hungry and unconscious on the side of the road, almost dying,...... You saved the little one, and the little one is alive for you. You're a human being, you can't mix with these small people! ”

"It's nothing, I don't think it's bad here!" The corners of Fei Chi's mouth curled, revealing a rare smile, "It's just that I live in a simple place and don't eat so finely, but I have the confidence to speak." I can't choose my parents, but I can still choose what I want to do. ”

Compared with the days when Bofu was bullied and couldn't resist, although the living room is simple now, Fei Chi feels at ease and down-to-earth. The affairs of the city defense battalion are complicated and trivial, and he is busy every day, he is very full and confident, and he is an affirmation of himself.

Without Bofu to rely on, he relied on his own ability, and there was nothing bad about it.

Fei Chi picked up the water with both hands and washed his face, and then removed the armor on his body, leaving only the close-fitting obscene clothes, revealing his well-developed chest muscles and strong and powerful figure. He quickly wiped his body down and changed into a clean set of shorts.

Wumo couldn't bear to look at it, and lifted the water in the barrel and went out.

At night, the surroundings are deserted, no noise, quiet. Occasionally, a few "click, click" bangs sound, from far to near into the eardrum, appear particularly sharp.

After a while, the sound of bangzi was far away, and the surrounding area was quiet again.

The breeze blew gently, the faint moonlight came in through the window, and the stars in the sky twinkled and flashed, as if countless pairs of eyes were peeking at him.

Thinking of what Fei Yunqing said, Fei Chi couldn't sleep a little. He has been away from home for more than three months, how is his mother at the Fei family? Did Wang feel sorry for her?

The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became, so he sat up from the bed and put on a coat and went to the courtyard.

A round of crescent moon like an eyebrow, hanging in the distant sky, the moonlight poured down, shining on the dim courtyard,

There was a pot of tea on the stone table, and on the stone bench sat motionless the master of the next room.

Fei Chi had seen him a few times, but it was only a nodding acquaintance, and he had never looked at it in detail, let alone talked about it. Fei Chi walked in to take a closer look, and was shocked that the other party did not look like an ordinary person's temperament.