Feng Yichen rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was wrong, why did Feng Shaojin stand alone in the vent of the long corridor without sleeping in the middle of the night?

Is it possible to look at the stars and the moon alone?

Feng Yichen turned on his toes, walked up to Feng Shaojin, and asked, "Brother, what are you doing standing here? Was Ling Wei kicked out?"

Feng Shaojin regained consciousness from his contemplation, glanced at Feng Yichen, and replied calmly: "Bring some air, sober up."

Feng Yichen: "..."

Only people with brain problems will blow cold wind in the middle of the night during the three or nine days of the twelfth lunar month.

Feng Yichen was wearing a thick cloak, and was shivering from the cold.

How warm it is in the quilt, holding a warm and fragrant nephrite in your arms, which man would be sober?

Isn't it all about instinct deciding to act?

Feng Yichen put his hands in his mouth and let out a breath: "Brother, you can't sleep anyway, why don't you go sit in my bedroom."

The province was so cold that he fell ill, and asked him to stay for treatment.

He is used to being pampered and pampered, but he is not used to the hard life here.

Feng Shaojin let out a long breath, he didn't want to go back to his room anyway, so he simply followed Feng Yichen to his place.

The charcoal fire in the bedroom was warming tea and medicinal wine, Feng Yichen quickly poured out a cup, and placed it in front of Feng Shaojin: "Drink a cup of medicinal wine to warm up your body, lest you suffer from cold again, last time you soaked in ice water It's been too long, and the disease has not been completely cured."

Feng Shaojin was also polite, picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

Just as he put down the cup, Feng Yichen filled it up again.

After drinking more than half of the pot of medicinal wine one after another, Feng Shaojin's stomach was completely warmed up, and his frozen hands and feet began to heat up. He looked at Feng Yichen and asked, "Yichen, if I didn't ask you to help me pursue Ling Wei, won't there be so many things later?"

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Yichen looked at Feng Shaojin's expression, and confirmed that his brother was not drunk, but just wanted to vomit some unhappiness and depression in the dead of night by taking advantage of the alcohol.

Feng Yichen thought about it and nodded lightly: "Yes."

Feng Shaojin rubbed the center of her brows, and smiled wryly: "But if there is no Ling Wei, what's the point of living in my life?"

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Yichen was shocked by Feng Shaojin's words.

Even if he was beaten to death, he would never have thought that these words would come from Feng Shaojin's mouth.

"If Chu Yunyao hadn't married, would you have chased her to the ends of the earth?" Feng Shaojin uttered a sentence so suddenly that Feng Yichen almost jumped up in fright.

There was a moment of blankness in Feng Yichen's mind, and after a while, he hurriedly argued: "Brother, what are you talking nonsense, I only... just... the teacher The love of disciples..."

Yes, it is the relationship between master and apprentice, nothing more.

Feng Shaojin squinted his long and narrow eyes half-closed, those eyes were boundless because of the alcohol, they were so dark that they seemed to be able to see through everything.

Feng Shaojin sneered: "The relationship between master and apprentice? If you talk about the relationship between confidantes, how much can I believe, master and apprentice? A person like you would be willing to be the apprentice of a woman younger than you?

If it's just the relationship between master and apprentice, why do you have to keep her wooden doll by your side no matter where you go?

Put the book she gave you next to your pillow?

Clamp her picture in the pages?

Collection of jewelry she has worn?

If there is only the relationship between master and apprentice, why do you bother to do this? You treat the noble daughters of Yuncheng as nothing, and you can't let go of any woman in your eyes or heart.

You are so filial, yet you are reluctant to marry any woman.

It’s just that you are better than me, the girl you like is destined not to belong to you from the very beginning, but the person I like is destined to be mine from the very beginning..."