The lives of Heguang and Zhang Xubai were safe, Bai Yuyi's hanging heart finally settled, and he guarded Zhang Xubai for a while, and now in the middle of the night, he remembered Lin Feizhuo, who was arrested.

Lin Feizhuo was locked up in the torture room of the Bai Mansion, because Bai Yuyi was born in the army, although the scenery in the mansion is not the most exquisite, but this torture room is not far from the Police Division.

Lin Feizhuo's limbs were cuffed in the iron cuffs embedded in the wall, his injured arm was forced to hang high on the side of his head, and behind him was the cold wall, and the cold air of the night crawled up his back through his thin clothes, stimulating his gradually blurred consciousness to stay awake.

Suddenly there was a sound of chains pulling outside the door, Lin Fei raised his head with great effort to look over, the man's face flickered in the dim candlelight, and his extraordinarily beautiful eyebrows were dyed with a hint of ghostly color.

Bai Yuyi was still wearing the violet robe in the daytime, his steps were unhurried, and he walked towards Lin Feizhuo step by step, as if he was stepping on the tip of his heart.

Bai Yuyi walked to a place five steps away from Lin Feizhuo and stood still, didn't say anything, just took off the leather whip hanging on the wall, and whipped it on Lin Feizhuo's body with sharp force.

The whip was delicately made, no more than a meter long, but it was extremely powerful, and there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air between swings. The whip body is made of raw cowhide tanning, the whip tail is as thin as a snake's tail, extremely sharp, and it is like a knife blade cutting the skin when it is drawn on a person's body, which is the most torturous for people.

I don't know how many people the whip has served, the original brown whip body has been dyed black and red with blood, Rao is Lin Feizhuo can bear it, and he can't wait to open his mouth after ten whips:

"Bai Yuyi, you treat me like this, where do you place the Lin Mansion? Even your father wouldn't do this to my Lin family! Lin Feizhuo's expression was distorted, and his tone was angry.

However, what he said is true, the Lin family has a big business, and they have been moving up and down for many years, and the relationship is complicated, and his Bai Yuyi's father is not without the help of the Lin family, and today Bai Yuyi treats himself like this, it is simply a slap in the face of the Lin family! Neither Bai Xiangsheng nor the Lin family will sit idly by.

Today, Bai Yuyi did not arrest all his people, presumably his father already knew his situation, and he would personally visit Commander Bai tomorrow at the latest, and Bai Yu would not be able to move him again and again!

Bai Yu glanced at him, that glance was full of disgust, contempt and even murderous intent, but there was no hesitation and fear, what Lin Feizhuo could think of, he could naturally think of, but he didn't care.

"So what, if you move someone you shouldn't move, death is too light." Bai Yu's tone was light, but no one dared to take what he said as a joke, Lin Feizhuo's heart sank, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, no matter what, he had a chance to survive tonight.

"Try all the good things here for Young Master Lin, whether you live or die." Bai Yuyi threw the whip and told his subordinates to deal with Lin Feizhuo. After all, he has been out for some time, and he should go and see what the person is.

As soon as Bai Yu walked out of the torture room, Lin Feizhuo's muffled snort of pain came from behind him.

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Bai Yu was urgent, and in a blink of an eye, he walked to the door of the wing room, and was about to push the door in, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the stains on the corners of his robe, and then turned around and went to the bath. He just went to such a place, in the end, it was a little unlucky, and it would be bad if he collided with Zhang Xubai.

When Bai Yuyi cleaned himself up, he pushed the door and entered, and saw Zhang Xubai lying on the bed with a painful expression and red cheeks. He hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to probe Zhang Xuebai's forehead, but he had a fever!

Now it is the beginning of the ugly time, and because of Zhang Xuebai's fever, the entire Baifu is in a hurry.

Bai Yuyi fed Zhang Xubai medicine, asked someone to bring water in, and sent his subordinates out. I personally twisted a handkerchief and put it on his head to cool him down. The doctor said that his fever had to go down, and that he had to take care of it carefully tonight. Bai Yuyi planned to take care of him personally, after all, he didn't want to fake someone else's hand for something related to Zhang Xubai.

Bai Yu lowered his eyes and looked at the sleeping man on the bed, his expression was calm and quiet, but he had never seen it before.

He and Zhang Xuebai met in the first year of Xuantong, when he was not the son of a commander, and he and his father were still fighting under the command of the governor of Huguang, and after a short period of war, they were sent to Shanghai as officials.

He first met Zhang Xuebai in Shengping Theater, when he was only 20 years old, when he first arrived in Shanghai, he naturally felt that everything was very strange, and when he went to Shengping Theater, he went to join in the fun.

That day coincided with Zhang Xubai singing and running at night, Bai Yuyi had never heard a play before, that was the first time he knew that the original life and death game could also be interpreted so pleasing to the eye, obviously he was not so good-looking when he killed people and fled for his life, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is hideous and terrifying.

At that time, he had not yet developed love for Zhang Xubai, and his impression of him was only a very good little boy who sang well, he was three years older than Zhang Xubai, and his stature was taller than him, looking at Zhang Xubai was not a child!

Later, he liked to listen to operas, but he slowly realized that not everyone who sang opera could sing as well as Zhang Xubai, so he only listened to Zhang Xubai's plays.

He listens to every scene of Zhang Xuebai, no matter the wind or rain, he is always offstage, and he always leaves a reward after listening. After listening to it like this for a year, he was haunted by him, and he officially talked to Zhang Xubai, and he remembers that scene now.

It was a sunny day that day, but it was raining at the end of the play, and the guests were almost scattered, only he stayed in place and waited for the end of the play, he used to go out alone, and he couldn't even send someone to buy an umbrella, Bai Yuyi was also a free and easy at that time, and was about to walk back in the rain, but he heard someone calling 'Childe' behind him, the voice was unfamiliar but somewhat familiar, and he subconsciously turned around, and saw the person who had left the curtain call, holding an umbrella and walking quickly to meet him.

"It's raining, so Childe should go back with an umbrella." The man's voice was warm, his expression was kind, and he handed the umbrella he was holding in front of Bai Yuyi as he spoke.

"Thank you." Bai Yuyi lowered his eyes, swept the white palm holding the oil-paper umbrella, suppressed the subtle emotions in his heart, took the umbrella, and nodded with a smile to thank him.

"Walk slowly." Zhang Xubai's expression did not change, and he turned around and left with a polite word.

Zhang Xubai has some impression of Bai Yuyi, that person often comes to listen to his play, and he is also very supportive, every time the reward is quite rich, today everyone is gone, only he waited for the play to finish before leaving, but he is a person who loves play, and saw that he has no umbrella, so Zhang Xubai gave him an umbrella, which is considered to be a thank you.

Bai Yuyi didn't care why Zhang Xubai gave him an umbrella, he only knew that the child's voice was so good, not like Qingyue when he was singing, but it was gentle and soft when he spoke, which made his heart itch.

Bai Yu thought about the past, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his always cold face, and he looked a little stupid for a while.