Then there is the third brother.

Since Yinyin took Wu Honglan away, the third brother Pei Qiufeng snorted coldly when he saw him, and he didn't have a good face, and stared at him, as if he was a mountain demon and beast, as if he wanted to slap him to death.

Pei Dongzang: "............"

Knowing that these things were all caused by himself, and he was not qualified to speak, he was very consciously silent, and tried to reduce his sense of existence, so as not to take it seriously infighting.

One fights three, not to underestimate himself, but he is good at hanging the pot to help the world, but, fighting?

He is not like the eldest brother who is strategic, nor is he like the third brother who is powerful and domineering, these two are martial artists, and he and the second brother can only be regarded as literati at most, swinging their fists and dancing sleeves, which is not suitable for him.

It's better for people to be a little self-aware, so as not to have a blue nose and swollen face.

……

The moonlight was rippling, and it was filled with the light cold of a spring night.

When the stick hit the third watch, a man dressed in white, elegant and like a strategist, walked over to this side with a smile in the night.

"Pei Ye."

The white-clothed Confucian was the person from the second master's side, and he clenched his fists at the ox cart.

"Sister Yin's child is staying in Zhucui Pavilion, our second master has explained, something big will happen after today, and I hope that Pei Ye will prepare as soon as possible."

Pei Chungeng frowned, feeling that Shen Yanzhi's attitude was unusual. That person seems to be suave and suave, and his body is glamorous and beautiful like a flower branch, but that heart is really dirty, so dirty that it can't tolerate anyone, and he never lets anyone look at it, even he is disgusted with himself.

But why meddle today?

Pei Chungeng covered his thoughts, he answered, indicating that he understood, the white-clothed Confucian smiled politely, and turned to leave.

He'll have to go back to preside over the battle meeting, and the cooked duck won't be able to grow wings and fly.

Since the second master has taken a fancy to Sister Shangyin, he has to grab it no matter what!

The white-clothed Confucian walked like the wind, but thinking back to the people of the Pei family on the ox cart, a touch of meaning crossed his eyes.

"Hehehe."

“……………”

Zhu Cui Pavilion.

The Pei brothers were wrapped in the spring cold and hurriedly walked into the backyard. The steward seems to have been waiting here for a long time.

The steward glanced around, and then whispered: "Sister Yin has fallen asleep and came back in the evening." I also told us that we would prepare some wine and food, and wait for you to come back to pick up the wind and wash the dust. ”

Pei Chungeng was stunned, and a strange feeling suddenly crossed in his heart.

Catch the wind and wash the dust?

He had been doing those things outside all these years, and at first some people were worried about him, but over time, he became more and more majestic in a high position, and he became separated from his brothers in the family, and these people under his hands were trembling all day long, and they were cautious in front of him.

Brother Pei is handsome, and his thin lips are slightly raised like a knife at this moment, but they are not obvious, and in an instant, he looks as cold as a glacier, like a wave, and there is no wave in the ancient well.

At this time, Second Brother Pei was like a thief, he tiptoed close to the door, tried to push it, but there was no bolt on the door, and he really pushed open a gap.

The second brother Pei Xiayun's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly flashed in sideways through this crack in the door.

Pei Dongzang outside: "......"

After a slight pause, he clenched his fingertips, and then sorted out his clothes with a natural expression, and then he stepped forward to keep up with the second brother.

Pei Xiayun, who walked in front: ???

He turned his head suddenly, frowning and looking at his fourth brother with a resentful expression.

He is like a white and sweet person every day, but at the moment he is neither white nor sweet.

Don't ask, it's sour to ask!

(End of chapter)