As the first victim, the people of the Situ family were the most sad and angry, their first heir was seriously injured alive, but Mingguang had already given an explanation as soon as possible, and they could no longer accuse Mingguang of anything.

It's just that Situ Weiyang is injured, I'm afraid I don't want to get out of bed in a few months, so I can only temporarily bring him back to Nanjia to recuperate, and at the same time, all of Situ Weiyang's students will be recalled and accompanied by Situ Weiyang to suspend school.

Among them, Situ Enquan's face is the most ugly, Li Yifu, who reached an agreement with him, has disappeared, and the charge of suspected treason has fallen on his head, if there is no accident, an incomparably dark future will await him in the future.

When the elders of the Situ family and the elders of the Li family met in Mingguang's narrow road, they couldn't help but glare at each other angrily, each with their own grievances, because Mingguang's personnel were accompanied by them, and their hands didn't fight in the end, and they didn't even say a word. But no one knows that the Situ family and the Li family will become hostile shili from now on.

The sun shines on the earth after the rain, and the autumn wind stirs the water droplets on the road, creating ripples in circles.

The hottest topic in a restaurant in the Central Gardens is naturally the recent flames.

The Flame Society has always had a bad reputation, and the voices that make it popular naturally become the mainstream of discussion.

No one thought that several participants in this incident were also among them, sitting around a dining table, and they had just sent Situ Weiyang away.

Situ Weiyang's state is indeed much better, but his spirit is still insufficient, he looks a little depressed, facing Nanxing Soul's solemn thanks, his hand waved weakly, and he wanted to say something with a stinky fart, but when he saw Feng Qinglang standing quietly, he couldn't spit out the words of the stinky fart, only scratched his hair weakly, and said with a smile: "I rarely do the right thing, it's rare to do one, I think it's very cool, it's worth it." ”

When parting, Young Master Situ stood up from the soft sleeper of the carriage, and his servant hurriedly helped him, Young Master Situ solemnly thanked Feng Qinglang: "Qinglang, Xiexie, you saved me! Situ Weiyang will always owe you a life!" He wanted to thank him with solemn aristocratic etiquette, but because of his body, his waist was only bent by half a small part, and he was stopped by a heart-rending cough, and the servants hurriedly let him lie back on the soft sleeper.

Presumably, Young Master Situ rarely thanked people, and he felt a little awkward.

Feng Qinglang looked at Situ's pale face and said with a smile: "Situ, you saved yourself!"

At the end, the elders of the Situ family also knew the value of rescuing Situ Weiyang's pill, and solemnly expressed his attitude to the soul of Nanxing, the friendship between the Situ family and the Nan family has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and a heavy gift will also be sent to the headquarters of the Nan family to express their hearts.

Listening to Nan Xing's proper response, Feng Qinglang only felt that the sunlight outside the south gate of Mingguang Academy was also extremely irritable, the pill was obviously his, why did Zuihou give a heavy gift to Nan Ling's hand?

Anyway, the matter has finally come to an end.

In the restaurant, the atmosphere at their table was not too warm, and the pianist seemed to sense their hearts, and he was playing the music of memories all the time.

After dinner, Feng Ling said to Feng Qinglang: "That, Qinglang, my grandfather wants to see you, do you have time?"

"Hmm!" Feng Qinglang's heart moved slightly, the matter can be solved so quickly, is someone going to settle the favor?

Behind the central garden auditorium, there is a quaint building complex, hidden in the dense shade of trees, quiet in the middle of the noise, and it is also the most tightly guarded place in the whole Mingguang Liliang, which is the residence of the highest-level family members of Mingguang.

The building here is in the older style of the central auditorium, which should also be the wealth left by the previous generation of owners of the Luoyun Mountains.

On the quiet road, there are not many pedestrians, and the autumn wind blows over the earth, making the leaves dance and play the sound of autumn.

Feng Qinglang and Feng Ling walked side by side, like a pair of old friends, they didn't necessarily need to say endless words, but it didn't seem embarrassing to be silent.

Feng Ling enjoyed the tranquility very much, but she still decided to say something, and it happened that a yellow leaf fell with the wind, she took it casually, her fingertips gently traced the folds on the leaf, and said softly: "Sunny... Do you know that when I was assassinated this afternoon, the tip of the dagger was about to touch my neck, something flashed through my mind?"

This is a strange kind of problem, so Feng Qinglang turned her head a little strangely, the light under the moonlight and the street lamp is not bright, but Feng Ling's beautiful face seems to be glowing, as if she is going to talk about an extremely sacred matter.

Feng Qinglang had no choice but to say seriously: "Did you flash a certain fragment of your childhood?"

"That's not right!" Feng Ling shook his head, his voice softer, "It was your face that flashed over you, the serious look you had when you signed for me." ”

"Isn't it strange that you say?" she suddenly turned her head and smiled, the moonlight seemed to dim for a moment, and the shallow pear vortex also seemed to be emitting light.

Feng Qinglang blinked vigorously, he was not sluggish, and even he was very sensitive, when a girl told you that between life and death, she actually thought of you, and specially told you, then, she definitely didn't just want to tell you.

Feng Ling turned around, the pear vortex was still there, and he didn't expect Feng Qinglang to have any answer, and said casually: "By the way, Qinglang, do you have a girlfriend?" As soon as the words came out, his breathing became a little short.

Feng Qinglang's expression darkened slightly, some gray fragments swept through the heart lake like a floating light, and the ripples in the circles were enough to make him feel dizzy, he quickly pressed his mind, memories represent the past, representing the past, he said calmly: "No." ”

He thought for a while and added: "Master Nanling told me that during the school period, everything should be focused on study. ”

Feng Ling automatically ignored the next half of the sentence, jumped between her eyebrows with a touch of joy, and deliberately walked half a step faster, looking down, the shadows of the two happened to be leaning together, and she couldn't help but smile sweetly.

Feng Qinglang smiled silently and bitterly, a little bit of greenness, a trace of helplessness.

In front of an inconspicuous small building, the only decoration is the plane tree outside the door, like an elegant old housekeeper standing outside the door, Feng Ling stopped: "Well, sunny, this is it!"

The shijie behind the door is eye-catching, it is a low-key luxury, the blanket under the feet looks inconspicuous, but it is actually woven from the fur of high-level magical beasts, and multiple magic patterns are added, with the effects of warm in winter and cool in summer, mute, etc., the artistic magic pattern on the wall is a defensive magic array, Feng Qinglang believes that this is enough for the house to resist the full force of the high-level power.

The paintings of the famous artists are dotted with patterns, and the largest painting is located on the back wall at the end of the hall, and the sun rises in the east. Under the rising sun, the two old men were talking and laughing, as if they were talking about something funny, and they were hahadaxiao, and they didn't particularly care about the arrival of Feng Qinglang and Feng Ling.

One of the old men, Gu Tianxiao, whom Feng Qinglang knew, was still so unkempt, with a messy beard and a messy hairstyle, and the other old man, who had never seen it, was in good spirits and full of vitality, presumably it was Feng Ling's grandfather.

"Grandpa, he's here on a sunny day!" came closer, Feng Ling said softly, there was naturally a little more sweet and greasy in his voice, presumably Feng Ling usually did not sprinkle this grandfather's delicateness. Naturally, she stood behind the old man.

The old man smiled kindly, looking at Feng Qinglang, his eyes were very kind, just like looking at his future grandson-in-law, Feng Qinglang felt that his old man must be dazzled.

The old man said, "You are the sunny that Lingling often mentions, right?"

Feng Ling's face immediately turned red, and he secretly pulled the corner of the old man's clothes, as if he was worried that the old man would say something embarrassing.

Feng Qinglang secretly smiled bitterly, could only bow slightly, and was thinking about what to call it, Gu Tian smiled and said, "Boy, he is Mingguang's president Jiang Shanyin." ”

Feng Qinglang's heart sank, and he said solemnly: "Feng Qinglang has seen the dean!"

"Don't be restrained! Come, sit down, sit down!" Jiang Shanyin was like a hospitable elder, beckoning Qinglang to come forward and sit down.

Feng Qinglang sat down in front of the two of them in a proper manner, Gu Tian smiled and said: "Boy, you are really tough, compared to Lao Tzu's violent temper when he was young, I appreciate you!"

Feng Qinglang could only smile bitterly, thinking, in fact, I didn't lose my temper much at that time......