Paid Chapter (12 points)

The grandfather clock rang..., and the painting building heard the car horn in the yard and the iron door bearing creak.

But I didn't hear the footsteps of Bai Yungui going upstairs for a long time.

He didn't have a late-night snack.

The painting floor gathered a long jacket with blue embroidered branches and padded and went downstairs. The winter night in Yuzhou is not as cold as Lincheng, but it is wet and cold, she just crawled from the bed, and her fingers were stiff in the night wind.

The lights were on in the living room, and the housekeeper and the two servants were chatting boringly, but Bai Yungui was not there.

Seeing that the painting building suddenly came down, the housekeeper hurriedly smiled and called Mrs. in a low voice.

"What about the Overseers?" The painting building was slightly surprised.

The butler pointed to the door and whispered, "The Overseer said he was very drunk, his body was hot, and he woke up with the wind and went to sleep......"

In the corridor outside the flower hall, a tall figure stands quietly, looking up at the bright moon in the night sky. An inch of lovesickness, the falling moon becomes lonely. Qionghua was like a light frost, dragging his shadow long and lonely.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Bai Yungui saw the painting building with his sideways eyes. She just wrapped a padded robe over her silk pajamas, revealing her fair and delicate calves, and her cheeks were soaked in the cold wind, like a smoky haze.

He walked over and hugged her thin shoulders: "It's such a cold day, you came out like this, and you turned around and got frostbitten"

There was a faint smell of wine on his body, and there was also a damp and cool night dew.

When he entered the living room, the light was suddenly bright, and he found that there was a slender and shallow blood mark from his forehead to the corner of his eyes, and the skin around him was slightly blue. Her eyes were silent and she did not speak.

He took a shower and returned to the master bedroom, and the painting floor asked him, "Why did you come back?" ”

Bai Yungui didn't seem to want her to see the injury on his face, so he turned off the light first and then shàng'chuáng, hugged her before saying indifferently: "The teacher is not in good health, and he suddenly fell ill, so I will send him to the hospital." Jiang Yizhong was busy all day, I had some dinner with him, and I didn't know it was so late......"

The painting building has no good impression of Zhang Congde, maybe because of Zhang Ke, or because of the unhappiness when they met for the first time.

She sighed and asked in a light tone, "Did he hear something again, and he was so angry that he became ill?" ”

The white clouds return to Weidun.

Her delicate fingers rubbed the scar on his forehead in the darkness, and whispered, "...... Aside from Mr. Zhang, I haven't seen anyone hurt an Overseer. ”

Bai Yungui smiled bitterly and sighed before saying, "You are so smart, I won't hide it from you." Someone wrote an anonymous letter to the teacher, saying that Zhang Ke had made a joke with Ban Cen, and Mrs. Bai made a big fuss and threatened to kill Zhang Ke. The teacher asked me if it was true, and I said that my wife had indeed said that she would kill Zhang Ke......

The painting building was silent, but leaned slightly into his arms.

Before he finished speaking, the teacher smashed the porcelain plate at the head of the bed. His voice was full of exhaustion, "I can't hide it now, so I asked Ruan Li to take the file and show it to the teacher." Before he could finish reading, the teacher was trembling and passed out. ”

That is to say, Zhang Congde can't believe Zhang Ke's biàn'tài?

"What do you say yī'shēng?" Eventually, he asked, "Did he wake up when you came back?" ”

"Didn't wake up. The situation is not very good, say that he was overstimulated......" Bai Yungui said abruptly, "Zhang Ke is the teacher's son, not my son, I know that he has a secret disease in his heart, can I still imprison him?" I've been fighting all these years, and my family can't take care of it, where can I take care of him? The boss Zhang You blocked the gun for me, and the old 2 Zhang Zheng loved him and hid it for him, when Zhang Zheng died, those things surfaced, what could I do? Shot him? The teacher's two sons died for me, and I had to protect him in love...... After Zhang Zheng's death, he also promised to change, and I didn't have the time to stay in Yuzhou every day to guard him, and he has become more and more hidden in the past two years, if it weren't for Ban Cen's accident......"

In the era when the old and the new trends of thought alternated, the Chinese people's awareness of human rights had just awakened and had not yet matured.

Under feudal thinking, life is divided into three, six, nine and so on.

Bai Yungui is a new student, but he lives in the entire semi-feudal environment of China, and he can accept the idea of equality, which does not mean that he agrees with all of them.

The small trend of thought cannot confront the entire era, and Bai Yungui, as the ruler of this era, his ideas are the mainstream of this era. Those "mín'zhǔ, freedom, equality" are the ideals of young students, and in the mainstream of thought, they are radical and unpopular.

Bai Yungui's ability to understand and accept these "extreme" trends of thought does not mean that he will agree with them, or even put them into action. If he does act, he will be a ****, not a bureaucratic warlord.

The children and children killed by Zhang Ke were all beautiful boys from ordinary families. In Bai Yungui's heart, he was angry with Zhang Ke and sympathized with those dead children, but let him kill Zhang Ke for those children, he was afraid that it would be difficult to start. He also has the idea of passing on incense, Zhang You and Zhang Zheng both died for him, and Zhang Congde developed weapons for him, which was his mentor.

He wants to leave a legacy for his teacher.

If measured by the thoughts of later generations, Bai Yungui is undoubtedly a conniving executioner; And judging from the mainstream of Mín'guo, he is just a dilemma in power.

He wants to be vigrated hù'fǎ discipline, and he also wants to defend the teacher who has great kindness to him.

Heaven and earth are the princes, and the teachers are extremely noble in the feudal era. Although he is not as hierarchical as the previous dynasty, Bai Yungui also respects his teacher.

Therefore, Zhang Congde will beat if he wants to, and scold if he wants to, but Bai Yungui will not fight back, and he will not be allowed to conflict with the teacher.

The painting building privately speculated that in their eyes, the teacher was afraid that he was about the same status as his parents, and he would never dare to complain, insult or even tease the teacher behind his back like the students of later generations.

Hualou didn't agree with his point of view, and she wouldn't force him to agree with the point she brought from the afterlife, so she was silent, just secretly stretched out her hand, put her arms around his waist, and comforted him with the intimacy of her demeanor.

"Zhang Ke is dead, God punished him, no matter what the murderer's purpose is, Zhang Ke deserves his fate." Bai Yun returned, "But the teacher ......"

Zhang Congde made Bai Yungui feel guilty and uneasy, and he was helpless, after all, the three dead sons of the Zhang family, Bai Yungui had no way to return them to Zhang Congde.

He was at a dead end and couldn't find an exit.

How to solve this matter, outsiders have no way to start, only to wait for Zhang Congde's request. His refusal to forgive Bai Yungui is understandable; His request could not be more out of line. But before he speaks, Bai Yungui had better stay put, so as not to be self-defeating.

It was not his fault, although the three sons of the Zhang family were all killed in his sphere of influence, it was not the result he wanted.

"Overseer, if Mr. Zhang is reasonable, he will understand that he should have expected today's outcome when he decided to bring the child back to this dong'luàn homeland. Whether it is Zhang You or Zhang Zheng, their death should not be the responsibility of the Overseers, because the war and dong'luàn were not initiated by the Overseers, nor are they what the Overseers wanted......" The sound of the painting building was like a clear spring in the valley, flowing through Baiyungui's heart, moistening the dryness of his heart.

"As for Zhang Ke, the Overseers also say that he deserves it." "For Teacher Zhang, the Overseer respects him and entrusts him with important tasks. Putting aside the friendship between teacher and student, from a man's point of view, didn't the Overseer have the grace to meet him? He was gracious to the Overseers, and the Overseers were gracious to him, and they did not owe one another. Don't think about it, he is willing to forgive the Overseers, and he will be a father in the future. If he is not willing to forgive, and only wants to be a gentleman and cut off relations, there is no need for you to be sad about it. ”

Her words were like a warm breeze in early spring, blowing away the heavy winter haze in the white clouds and returning to his heart, and making him change his heart into light green makeup.

"Your words are good...... Bai Yungui's voice was a little softer, and he still sighed, "But I'm still guilty, he is an old man in his last years......"

Painting Lou was deflated, and when he turned around, he just couldn't let go of the guilt in his happiness.

Her eyes moved slightly, her heart was horizontal, she leaned on him, and said softly: "Don't think about this, it's almost dawn, don't you sleep?" ”。 Learning his methods, the green white jade fingers slowly slid down the collar of his pajamas, rubbing against the skin of his shoulder bones.

Bai Yungui was slightly stunned, and then chuckled. Those troubles were covered by her caresses, and he was in a good mood.

Seeing that he finally smiled, Hualou breathed a sigh of relief, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his pajamas, and his fingers froze.

Bai Yungui asked what was wrong.

"I seem to owe you something...... "Painting Lou said sullenly.

Bai Yun was puzzled and asked what it was.

She moved her delicate wrist slightly, held his cheek, her soft fingertips traveled along his lip line, and her voice revealed a sly ambiguity: "In the study in the afternoon, will I promise to kiss you?" ”

Bai Yungui felt an inexplicable heat rise in his body, and he slid his Adam's apple and mumbled.

I felt that there were soft and cool green hair slowly hanging down, falling on the exposed skin on his shoulders, and the hair was slightly numb in the hair, making his body tremble slightly.

The painting slowly leaned down to his lips, and he could smell the faint warm fragrance of her body and the sweet scent of rose dew on the snow.

Bai Yungui's breathing paused, and the left atrium protruded.

When he was about to get closer, the painting building suddenly stopped again.

"What's wrong again?" Bai Yungui asked irritably, such a gentle attack, but there was no attack, so that his heart was hanging all the time.

As soon as he finished speaking, a quick, soft kiss landed on his cheek.

As soon as her chest loosened, the gentle woman lying on top of him suddenly slid down, and then returned to the other side of the bed, covering the quilt as if nothing happened, and muttered in a flat voice: "I will pay it back to you, and I will not owe you in the future." Good night, Overseers"

With that, he turned his back to him.

Bai Yungui was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that he had been teased by this little woman.

He was furious, and the quilt was suddenly lifted, pounced on her, and said angrily: "Murong Painting Building"

"How?" The person who was pressed down asked with a blank expression.

"Light the fire first, then fan the wind, and finally watch the excitement from the sidelines?" Bai Yungui said angrily, "It's against you, you trick me twice a day, haven't you cleaned you up for a long time?" ”

The domineering and deep kiss fell on the lips of the painting building, imprisoning her within her own inches, and she couldn't swallow it.

The painting building had never experienced such a strong and fast rhythm, and some of them couldn't catch their breath, their fingers tightly pressed into his back, panting and begging for mercy: "I won't dare to tease you in the future......"

But the man fell in love with such wild pleasures, and sealed her kisses, and choked her words, and forced her to enjoy the joy of the waves in the storm.