City of Streamer

True gaze shifted from the pair of well-knotted palms tightly clasping his wrists to the tall and wide back in front of him, and a complex look swept across his eyes.

There was a stove in the kitchen, and a pot of meat was stewed on it. The rich aroma of the gravy came out from the crack of the door and into the noses of the two people outside the door, causing the greedy worms to make trouble.

Gollum, Gollum...

Now it's Rong Jiashang's turn to drum.

Feng Shizhen sneered, in return for his previous ridicule to himself.

The watchman was sleeping by the stove, snoring loudly.

The two quietly pushed the door and slipped in, with a tacit understanding and seamless cooperation. Rong Jia picked up the meat pot, Feng Shizhen picked up two baguettes, and tiptoed to the door.

Rong Jia walked up too hastily, his foot touched a copper pot on the ground, and there was a clanging sound.

The footman's snoring stopped. Both of them were in a cold sweat and stood stiffly, not daring to move.

After a moment, the footman rolled over and continued to snore loudly.

Rong Jia breathed a sigh of relief and fled the kitchen with Feng Shizhen.

The night watchman came from across the corridor, shaking his keys, and was about to collide.

Rong Jiashang was hesitating when Feng Shizhen gently pulled his hand on his arm and dragged him into the small stairs on the side of the building. Rong Jia understood and walked to the third floor with Feng Shizhen.

"I..." Feng Shizhen looked at the food in their hands, "I'll just eat some bread. The rest will belong to the eldest young master."

"It's my family's stuff, and I still need you to distribute it?" Rong Jia sneered, "It's really troublesome. Forget it, come with me!"

He tilted his head and motioned for Feng Shizhen to follow.

In the gloom, the young man's profile is elegant and handsome, pleasing to the eye, but his expression is so arrogant and rude, which really makes Feng Shizhen have a variety of tastes, and he can't tell the taste.

Rong Jiashang took Feng Shizhen to the door of his bedroom and opened the door with his shoulders.

The house is bright. Feng Shizhen closed his eyes uncomfortably, feeling that Rong Jiashang took the bread in her hand.

"Sit whatever you want." Rong Jia said.

Feng Shizhen's eyes gradually got used to the brightness, and when he looked around the room, his eyes widened in surprise.

Rong Jiashang's bedroom has a very boyish style and is very simple. Except for the necessary desks, chairs and bed cabinets, most of the huge space is occupied by two huge cabinets. The cabinets are filled with airplane models of various sizes.

"These are all yours?" Feng Shizhen walked to the cabinet and looked curiously.

These aircraft models are lifelike and meticulous, and even the fonts painted on the fuselage are very detailed.

Feng Shizhen also noticed that the two large cabinets attacked dozens of model machines, but they were all spotless.

Rong Jiashang must not let the rough hands and feet touch his treasures, so of course he himself often cleans and maintains these treasures.

"Don't touch it." Rong Jia said, "Those models are not cheap, sir, I couldn't get one for the first half of my career."

Feng Shizhen asked, "What kind of planes are these?"

"It's all kinds of fighter jets from the previous war in Europe. There are also the latest passenger planes for civil aviation." Rong Jia tore a piece of bread, lifted the lid of the pot, and fanned, "Don't you? eat?"

The rich meat aroma blows on the face, which is mouth-watering. Feng Shizhen put the airplane model down temporarily and sat down on the sofa.

The two broke the bread, dipped in the meat sauce, and ate with relish.

Feng Shizhen asked, "Did you learn Kung Fu in a military academy?"

Rong Jiashang hummed, "What?"

"You're very handsome." Feng Shizhen boasted, "I didn't expect you to be so good."

"How did you think I was?" Rong Jia squinted, "How did your wife describe me to you?"

Feng Shizhen didn't want to gossip between the stepmother and son, and said vaguely: "The wife only said that you are returning to Shanghai, and you are not quite used to the life here."

Rong Jiashang seemed to see Feng Shizhen's intentions, and sneered disapprovingly: "I know very well what she will say. You don't want to be caught between us, it's smart."

Feng Shizhen smiled, broke bread slowly, and said, "No matter what others say, I have eyes, judgment, and ability to think independently and evaluate my students by myself."

Rong Jia raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "Then what do you think of me now?"

Feng Shizhen thought about it and said: "Smart, brave, and enthusiastic, just lack of trust in people."

Rong Jiashang sneered: "Mr. Feng, you are the most flattering and not offensive person I have ever met."

Feng Shizhen said: "By the way, I usually like to ridicule people. When we fight, it is very quiet and no nonsense."

Rong Jia: "…"

Feng Shizhen asked again, "What did you learn in the military academy?"

Rong Jia said lightly: "Locked up all day, either reading or learning boxing, boring to death."

"You have learned both very well." Feng Shizhen said, "I have read your papers."

Rong Jiashang lowered his head and took the bread dipped in gravy, his face expressionless, only the beating tail of his eyebrows betrayed his mind.

Feng Shizhen looked interesting and asked, "Why don't you let others know about your talent? You are always misunderstood, and you are not happy."

Rong Jiashang smiled arrogantly: "Most people in the world are stupid, what's the point of getting their praise?"

Feng Shizhen was a little bit ironic, and felt that Rong Jiashang's statement was very childish, but he also felt that he was a little warm and cute like this.

When he was his age, he was actually similar to him. Because he studied in a prestigious school, he was talented, and he didn't look down on others, he didn't care to associate with them, and he didn't care about being pushed aside and discussed by those mediocre people. It wasn't until his family was down, Feng Shizhen realized that his arrogance was not enough to eat, so he polished the edges and corners himself to adapt to this world.

Rong Jiashang is talented and handsome, and his family background is rich, so he is naturally a bit more arrogant than he was at the beginning. And as long as the splendid situation of the Rong family can be maintained, Rong Jiashang also has the capital to continue to be arrogant.

But how long can the Rong family last?

Feng Shizhen lowered his head and smiled, his lowered eyes concealing the coldness that passed through his eyes.

The window suddenly lit up, the wind and clouds broke, and the moon showed half of its face. That beam of light just shone on Feng Shizhen, as if a light gauze fell on her body, illuminating her delicate and fair face, a pair of clear eyes, and a thoughtful expression.

This face was like a white lotus under the moon, which made Rong Jiashang suddenly feel a little dazzling. He turned his eyes away subconsciously, but couldn't help but turn to look at her. Feng Shizhen was thoughtful, but he didn't notice anything unusual about him.

The bread in Rong Jia's hand was too broken to break, so he simply threw the bread away, clapped his hands, and said, "Sir, I will never forget the grace of saving me under the gun today, and I will definitely repay it."

Feng Shizhen regained his senses and said, "You also saved me, and we are already even. As long as you study well in the future and don't embarrass me, I will be Amitabha. It's getting late, take a good rest. Good night."

Under the moonlight, she smiled softly at Rong Jiashang, her whole face glowing.

"Good night." Rong Jiashang responded softly, watching Feng Shizhen's slim back disappear behind the door.

The light footsteps gradually faded away. Rong Jiashang sat alone on the floor, staring at the moonlight outside the window in a daze.

The grandfather clock began to strike one after another, twelve times, finally turning over the long day.

Rong Jia found Feng Shizhen's scarf on the carpet.

It was a half-old wide cashmere scarf, a small memorial to the rich and prosperous life of that gentle woman in the past.

Rong Jia couldn't help but put the scarf under his nose and sniffed lightly. Feng Shizhen's faint soapy scent soaked his heart and lungs. #####

nineteen

The next day the weather was fine, the sun was shining and the autumn was cool. If it wasn't for a osmanthus tree in the courtyard with its branches broken, people would have almost forgotten the violent storm yesterday.

Feng Shizhen got up early as usual and went to the hospital to fight. Halfway through a set of boxing, he saw Young Master Rong running by in a dark sports suit.

"Mr. Feng, morning!"

"Ah...morning."

The autumn morning was cold and dewy, but Ke Rong Jia was wearing a tank top and shorts, with sweat on her sturdy arms. She walked like a fly, and her back was strong, like a graceful cheetah.

Feng Shizhen's heart skipped a beat, and when he came to his senses, he had forgotten where he hit just now, so he had to start all over again.

Concentratingly, halfway through the punch, Rong Jia circled back and stood aside to watch Feng Shizhen punch, while panting, like a large dog.

Feng Shizhen was disturbed by the sound of his breathing, and he was inattentive and messed up his footwork again.

"Mister punches, your heart is restless." Rong Jiashang shook his head and left.

Feng Shizhen stared at his back angrily, not feeling angry.

Later, Feng Shizhen entered the study, and saw Rong Jiashang standing alone against the desk, turning his head down and flipping through the book.

"Both of the younger sisters said they were not feeling well." Rong Jia said, "My wife asked a western doctor to see her, and she said it was a cold. She said that she won't be able to come to class this week."

Feng Shizhen thought for a while and said, "This is just the right way to give you a supplementary lesson alone. Your progress is not the same as theirs. Come on, do the papers first."

The first time Rong Jia heard it, he was making a paper again. With an impatient look, he took the paper and scribbled it. But after writing two questions, his sloppy expression gradually changed, and he raised his head and glanced at Feng Shizhen.

"Where can't I understand?" Feng Shizhen asked.

Rong Jiashang shook his head and continued to write, but his attitude gradually became serious.

Feng Shizhen sat across from the desk, flipping through the day's "Declaration". The headlines on the front page really read the news that Feng Yuxiang changed his flag and joined the Northern Expedition, and also said that the war on the Western Front was tight, the front-line ammunition was surprised, and there was a shortage of doctors and medicines.

Feng Shizhen finished flipping through the newspaper and was very bored, so he stared at Young Master Rong and asked questions.

Rong Jia's lips pursed unconsciously, his thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his eyes were burning. He had a very good nose, high and delicate, with a graceful arc from the chin to the Adam's apple. Such a focused and serious expression was the first time I saw him, and there was an indescribable charm that made people feel happy.

"It's done." Rong Jiashang raised his head.

Feng Shizhen retracted his mind and carefully marked the test paper. Rong Jiashang stared at her face closely, trying to get a clue from her expression.

Feng Shizhen looked up at him, "Don't have confidence in yourself?"

"Of course not." Rong Jia raised his legs and turned a pencil between his fingers.

Feng Shizhen smiled and handed him the test paper: "Yes, all passed."

"Just passed?" Rong Jia's face suddenly sank.

Feng Shizhen said patiently: "This is the final exam paper for the basic subjects of the second year of the Yenching University last school year. Those students who have studied for two years have failed the exam. If you can pass the exam by self-study, it is already very good."

Rong Jia's face gradually improved again, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips twitched slightly.

Feng Shizhen said: "Based on your grades, it's no problem to go to university, so I won't give you remedial courses. The university courses do not involve majors. I can teach you basic subjects such as English and mathematics. You Would you like to learn?"

Rong Jia said nothing.

"This is a secret between us." Feng Shizhen added.

Rong Jia finally nodded: "Mr. Lao is here."

He said this in a very rare obedience and respect. Feng Shizhen felt relieved when he heard this, and spit out the turbid air that had been accumulated for two days.

In all fairness, Rong Jiashang is the student that every teacher dreams of.

He is smart and agile, with a strong ability to understand. He is like a boat that has already entered the water. With a slight push, he can row far away, spread out the sails, and go towards the rising sun.

Feng Shizhen felt that God was also helping him in the dark. She originally planned to use half a month to gain the trust and favor of Young Master Rong, but because of a sudden life-and-death encounter yesterday, she achieved her expected goal in just two or three days.

The autumn color was excellent on this day, and the yard was fragrant with birds and flowers. A cold storm caused several old osmanthus trees to bloom.

"Let's go!" Feng Shizhen closed the book and only took an English dictionary.

"Where to?" Rong Jia asked.

"It's too boring to memorize words. Let me teach you a trick. Do you play basketball?"

Rong Jia raised his eyebrows.

The sound of slap basketballs came, and Mrs. Rong went to the window curiously and looked down. On the small basketball court in the corner of the courtyard, Feng Shizhen and Rong Jiashang were standing on the court, throwing balls.

Feng Shizhen read a word and threw the ball to Rong Jia. Rong Jiashang said the relative English words, and then shot the ball into the basket.

"…shatter…"

"Scare... no, shatter!"

"Make a sentence."

Rong Jiashang took the ball for a lap around the court, flew for a dunk, and read a sentence at the same time.

Feng Shizhen raised his smile with satisfaction, "Next..."

"This Miss Feng really has two strokes." Mrs. Rong said, "Your elder brother's arrogant temperament can actually get along with her."

Speaking of which, Feng Shizhen and Rong Jia are not very different in age, so they are not suitable for such intimacy, for fear of causing gossip. But Mrs. Rong didn't care whether her step-eldest son would be seduced by a governess. Feng Shizhen is no more than a chess piece in her hand, use it if it works well, and discard it if it doesn't work well. If Feng Shizhen can ruin Rong Jiashang's reputation, he will even fall into Mrs. Rong's arms.

Rong Fanglin asked listlessly, "Mom, do you really want to invite cousin Hui for the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion dinner?"

Mrs. Rong retracted her gaze and said, "I was entrusted by her parents to take care of her, and of course I have to fulfill my responsibilities."

Rong Fanglin was very impatient: "She has her own uncle in Shanghai, why doesn't she go back to his uncle's house? I think she just wants to pester Xiucheng's brother. Mom, Xiucheng's brother..."

"Don't mention him." Mrs. Rong gave a displeased drink, hugged her daughter again, and sighed, "You know your father has other arrangements for your marriage. Don't say Xiucheng he doesn't like you, even if he likes you, Your father won't agree."

"Why?" Rong Fanglin had tears in his eyes. "Free love is advocated now. Why can't I find a husband for myself? Dad can't trade our marriage!"

Although Mrs. Rong was reluctant to give up, she still had a cold face and said, "Look at those women who are in free love, which one has a good end? Either she married a poor boy as a yellow-faced woman, or was abandoned and came back to her parents' house for adoption. Yes. Mom and Dad will never harm you, and they will naturally choose someone who is right in the family, with good looks and character. Xiucheng is a good kid, and I like him too. But..."

"But Dad thinks that he is from the Huang family and doesn't want to marry another daughter to help the Huang family in the past, right?"

Thinking of being suspicious of herself and being wary of her parents' husband, Mrs. Rong's face became even more ugly.

"What's so good about Sister Hui?" Rong Fanglin wiped away tears, "She is average in reading and looks average, but she will pretend to be pitiful. She always looks like she is being bullied, which makes the boys sympathize with her. Xiucheng How can someone so smart like my brother not be able to see her true face?"

"A man is dazed by a woman, who can recognize people with eyes." Mrs. Rong sighed helplessly.

There was a burst of hearty laughter outside the window, and it was clearly from Rong Jia. People who have always been withdrawn and arrogant can laugh so cheerfully, the mother and daughter of the Rong family couldn't help but look around curiously.

On the small court, Feng Shizhen was instructing the students: "Stand over again, and stand outside the line. Turn around."

Rong Jiashang turned the ball with his fingers and said in a leisurely manner, "Sir, such a free throw is irregular."

"I'm a gentleman, and I'm the rules." Feng Shizhen smiled narrowly, "If you answer the question wrong, you will be punished. Shoot with your back to the ball. Don't look!"

"It's just trash." Rong Jia snorted coldly, raised his hand and threw the ball behind him.

The basketball drew a precise arc, and the **** went through the basket!

Feng Shizhen's eyes widened in surprise.

Does this work?

"Did you see it clearly, sir?" Rong Jia raised the corners of his lips triumphantly, his eyes bright as stars, "Didn't see it clearly? I'll show it to you again."

He picked up the basketball and threw it with his back again.

middle!

Cast again, hit again!

Feng Shizhen was so shocked that he was speechless, and he had nothing to do with him.

Her jaw-dropping look made Rong Jiashang laugh out loud. The laughter was clear and sweet, full of pride and joy. For the first time, he showed such a cheerful smile in front of people, with high spirits and high spirits.

The laughter was short-lived and fleeting, but Feng Shizhen's vibrated heartstrings kept reverberating, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Rong Jiashang was like the wind, running around the court with the ball, jumping, laying up easily, and filling the ball.

The autumn wind rolled the leaves and fluttered in the sunlight, the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus filled the heart, the blue sky and green water, and the autumn flowers like the sun, but Feng Shizhen could only see Rong Jiashang's agile and vigorous figure, and his sweaty figure. Handsome face.

Gradually, it became unclear whether the human being was spinning or the world was spinning. All the scenery passed by in a hurry and turned into a huge curtain, only this young man in white stopped in front of him.

"Eldest Young Master!" A footman hurried out from the back door, "Master is coming home soon, Madam, please go to the front hall and wait to greet you."

The ball dribbled away. The giant curtain fell, and the laughter stopped. The short-lived happiness came to an abrupt end.

Feng Shizhen was slightly dizzy, looking at Rong Jia, who was out of breath, both of them caught a vague sense of solemnity in each other's eyes. #####

twenty

Feng Shizhen went back to the room, twisted the handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face, brushed his hair again, and changed into a simple shirt and skirt.

She stared at the slim and graceful girl in the mirror, showing a gentle and submissive smile that she had practiced many times, and set off to go downstairs.

The downstairs is very lively, and you can hear the excited laughter of the girls standing on the stairs on the second floor. Rong Dingkun seems to have brought a lot of people back, because Feng Shizhen also heard the voices of Yang Xiucheng and Zhao Huaan.

On the sofa in the living room, Rong Dingkun put his arms around his younger son and his eldest daughter in the other. The remaining three daughters all sat at his feet and acted coquettishly at him. Mrs. Rong and the eldest concubine sat on the opposite sofa with a smile, Rong Jia stood on one side, and the second concubine who was sitting on the side was included. This was really a model of a happy family with harmonious wives and concubines and full of children.

The second concubine, Mrs. Sun, is a slender and petite young woman, wearing a lake blue shirt and skirt embroidered with hundreds of butterflies, with a popular peach tip and sea, willow eyebrows and almond eyes, white skin and red lips, gentle and charming, and indeed has a bit of a scholarly atmosphere. A seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl stood beside Sun shi leaning on the back of the sofa. She had a seven-point resemblance to her, and her temperament was simpler. This is probably the sister-in-law of the concubine that Mother Chen emphasized.

Rong Dingkun looked at the eldest son who was standing silently by the side, and said, "Yesterday's person, your Uncle Zhao has tried it overnight. It's from the Guo family. The hundred-footed worm is dead but not stiff, always thinking about turning over. I think, In the future, I will assign two bodyguards to each of you, and follow them when you go out. The settlement has become more and more uneasy in the past two years."

"Yes, father." Rong Jia looked indifferent.

Rong Dingkun added, "I heard from my wife, you have finally calmed down and started to study hard recently?"

Rong Jiashang nodded dumbly: "Yes."

Mrs. Rong smiled and said, "Jiashang is finally sensible, so the master can rest assured? I heard that you met Miss Du yesterday, didn't you? Men, you always have to get married to become sensible."

Rong Dingkun snorted: "Raising him so big, there's nothing to worry me about. A good marriage is right in front of me, but because you don't live up to your expectations, you can't decide for a long time."

Rong Jia said lightly: "In the Rong family, the Du family does not sell the face of the father, so it can be seen that the son is indeed not worthy of the Du family's young lady."

Rong Dingkun was stunned, and then said angrily, "You will make excuses for yourself!"

Rong Jia raised a sneer on the corner of her mouth: "Miss Du is a famous lady in Shanghai. She has confidants all over the world and leaves a shadow everywhere. Even if her son fails to bow down under her pomegranate skirt, she will not be lonely."

Rong Dingkun said: "When she becomes the daughter-in-law of the Rong family, you can naturally discipline her. You must have the ability to find a virtuous and obedient lady who is right in the family, rich in dowry, and virtuous and obedient. Otherwise, honestly obey my arrangements!"

Rong Fanglin listened to it, his face darkened, and he couldn't help but cast a sad glance at Yang Xiucheng.

Feng Shizhen stood in the shadow by the stairs, looking at Rong Jiashang's lonely and stubborn figure. The young man stood upright and stood in the crowd, but he was so out of place. The laughter of parents and children, the greetings of relatives and friends, are like things outside him. He didn't know if he couldn't, or if he didn't want to get involved.

Rong Dingkun hugged his beloved little son and asked him warmly, and when he turned his head, he swept his eyes to the light, smoke-like figure at the entrance of the stairs.

It was as if a heavy hammer had hit the Tianling Gai, and it was like a sharp arrow pierced through the heart. Rong Dingkun stood up abruptly in horror, his younger son fell without knowing it, and shouted out of control, "Who is it?"

Everyone was startled.

Rong Fanglin looked over, breathed a sigh of relief, and said angrily, "Dad, that's Mr. Feng. Our new tutor."

Feng Shizhen slowly walked out of the shadows, bowed respectfully to Rong Dingkun, and dangled his braid on his chest.

"Hello, Boss Rong, my name is Feng Shizhen, and I am the family's tutor. I was rude just now, please forgive me."

Rong Dingkun's face was pale, bloodshot in his eyes, and he stared at the young woman in front of him, like staring at a ghost.

"Daddy...Wow..." Young Master Rong sat on the ground and cried.

Rong Dingkun's sanity was gradually pulled back by the crying of his younger son. He lowered his head to pick up his son and handed it to the old mother. When he raised his head again, the previous horror had passed through the duck's back like water, leaving no trace.

What might have made Rong Dingkun terrified like this?

For a while, the eyes of everyone in the room were swirling around Rong Dingkun and Feng Shizhen.

Feng Shizhen was dressed in an ordinary, good-looking family dress, modest and polite, neither humble nor arrogant, standing there dignifiedly could not pick out the slightest mistake. And she has fair skin, beautiful appearance, eyes like black glaze raised in mercury, and she is a very good-looking girl.

But Rong Dingkun's expression just now was obviously not what he should have when seeing a beautiful woman.

The second concubine, Mrs. Sun, frowned and tugged at the corner of her clothes uneasily. Her sister stood beside her blankly, her eyes rolled in anger, proving that she was a living person, not a wax figure.

However, Rong Dingkun had completely calmed down, his eyes were like eagles, and he swept across Feng Shizhen's face, and his panic had been completely concealed. With a sullen face, he nodded coldly.

"Your surname is Feng?"

"Yes, sir." Feng Shizhen replied with his head lowered.

Mrs. Rong said uneasily: "Miss Feng's background, Zhao brother has checked, and there is no problem. Fang Lin said that she teaches very well, and even Jia Shang listens to her. Master..."

"I've read her profile." Rong Dingkun said, "As people get older, it's easy to get confused sometimes. Did you just scare Miss Feng?"

Feng Shizhen said hurriedly: "Master, you are in prime of life, and you are so powerful. How can you be considered old? It was because I was standing in the wrong place and scared the master. It is time to make amends."

"Miss Feng is a clever person." Rong Dingkun smiled lightly, "Miss Feng, please come and sit down. Fang Lin, pour tea for your husband."

Feng Shizhen thanked him before taking his seat.

The children are all good-looking, and Rong Dingkun is naturally born well. He is a handsome middle-aged man, tall and straight, and Rong Jia's good physique is obviously inherited from him. Rong Dingkun's temples were slightly white, and his eyes were bright. When he laughed, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were scattered, and he did not have a romantic and elegant temperament. The import-export tycoon and smuggler who lives on the beach is kind and easy-going when he talks and laughs.

Rong Dingkun was also looking at Feng Shizhen.

The impoverished young female teacher, who was born beautifully, looked a little uneasy under his gaze, her pale cheeks showed a shy blush, and she kept her head down and dared not lift her head up.

One of them has a burning gaze, the other is shy and shy, and anyone with a discerning eye can see the ambiguity between them.

Mrs. Rong proudly threw a provocative glance at the second concubine. The second concubine's face was blue, and her eyes were pierced at Feng Shizhen like a needle.

The eyebrow-to-eye confrontation between the women fell in Rong Jiashang's eyes. He looked at Feng Shizhen again, and the shy look pierced into his eyes like an awl.

After a while, Rong Dingkun smiled with interest, "Miss Feng looks a little familiar."

Rong Fanghua giggled and said, "It's strange, the elder brother also said that Mr. Feng is familiar. Could it be that Mr. really looks like an acquaintance?"

Rong Jiashang's face was cold, and he said coldly: "Sometimes it seems that Mr. is familiar, and sometimes it seems like I never know her, which is also strange."

These words mocked Feng Shizhen's fickleness, and everyone heard it.

Didn't these two talk and laugh before? Why did you turn your head and make a conflict again? Rong Fanglin was afraid that Feng Shizhen would not come to the stage in front of so many people. He was thinking about how to clear the siege, but Feng Shizhen smiled generously.

"Actually, I'm often asked this question. I think it's because I was born too ordinary, but it's easy to make people feel familiar. The eldest young master has only known me for a few days, so it's normal to be unfamiliar."

With just a few words, the embarrassment was resolved, and he found himself a step down.

Rong Dingkun laughed meaningfully, and said to the eldest son, "It seems that this time the gentleman can cure you."

Immediately, he asked about the situation in Feng Shizhen's home one by one.

"So, your paved house has been burned down?"

"Yes." Feng Shizhen smiled bitterly, "Fortunately, everyone is fine... My father was injured, but he is almost healed now."

Rong Dingkun asked, "Don't you want to ask someone to make a claim?"

"Who are you looking for?" Feng Shizhen sighed, "The patrol room said the fire was caused by a family burning a stove on East Street. But they all died in the fire. This is probably their life. Life is always unpredictable.”

Rong Dingkun tsk tsk, watching her with eyes full of pity, playfulness, and inexplicable thoughts.

Feng Shizhen was uncomfortable staring at him, and buried his head even lower.

Rong Jia couldn't stand it any longer and coughed twice.

Rong Dingkun withdrew his threatening gaze and said, "It's all said that good fortune depends on misfortune, and Miss Feng will be rewarded with all her hardships in the future. You have to teach the children well. In the Rong family, I will not treat you badly."

Feng Shizhen bowed his body gratefully and said, "If you have the words of the master, I will definitely do my best to teach the young master and the young ladies well."

She closed it when she saw it, got up and retire.

Mrs. Rong smiled and asked, "Master, I just said that the tutor I found this time is a good one."

"It's not bad." Rong Dingkun thoughtfully, took another look at Feng Shizhen's slim back.

Feng Shizhen just walked up to the third floor when footsteps were heard behind him. Rong Jia followed up unhurriedly, passed Feng Shizhen, and walked towards his room.

"Eldest young master." Feng Shizhen called, "If you are not free this afternoon, you can suspend the class."

Rong Jiashang turned his head to look at her with a cold expression: "Why not? Or does Mr. Feng have any arrangements?"

"What arrangements can I make?" Feng Shizhen said with a smile, "I see that the master is back, your family is reunited, maybe you need a half-day leave."

"Sir, you are very careful and considerate." Rong Jia said, with a half-smile but not a smile, his eyes swept across Feng Shizhen's face like a lancet, "No wonder my father likes you very much when he sees it!"

Feng Shizhen paused for a moment and said calmly, "When you work in someone else's house, you have to please the owner."

Rong Jia twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm also the owner, you don't take me seriously."

"Why don't I take you seriously?" Feng Shizhen was annoyed, "The person who made trouble and bullied me from the very beginning was you. You are the wicked person to complain first."

"Sir, I didn't come back, and I didn't suffer." Rong Jia was righteous.

Feng Shizhen laughed and laughed: "If I don't fight back, then I deserve to be bullied by you? Is it because I won't fight back and scolded me like that, so I won the favor of your eldest young master?"

Rong Jia choked up.

"Besides, the eldest young master is not the one who pays my salary. When you get rid of the small words on your head one day, come back to me to show your prestige." Feng Shizhen raised his eyebrows with a sneer, turned and walked to his room.

"Hey!" Rong Jiashang shouted, "Is there still class in the afternoon?"

"Go!" Feng Shizhen turned back and glared at him, "In the afternoon, I will take an English word test, and if I can't memorize it, I will hit you!"

These words were poignant and energetic, like a soft wicker being pulled on the young man's shoulders, making his body numb for a while.

Rong Jia's heart was beating wildly, and he watched Feng Shizhen slam the door in front of him. He regained his senses, touched his nose, and walked away gloomily.

"So, you get along well with the eldest young master of the Rong family?"

In the elegantly furnished room, only one lamp was lit. The scent of the cigar was lingering, the moonlight outside the window was sultry, and the silver light fell on the man in front of the window.

Meng Xian was wearing a fitted suit, his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms, and he wore a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist. His sling was not taken off, framing his solid chest and broad, muscular shoulders. A handsome revolver lay haphazardly on the desk with a stack of papers.

Feng Shizhen stood in the shadow where the light could not shine, and whispered: "Although Rong Jiashang looks eccentric and unruly, his nature is not bad, he is just a child who lacks love. It is better to find out his mind. We have dealt with each other. However, I see that Rong Jia is fond of military affairs, and does not seem to be very interested in inheriting the family business."

"Isn't that better?" Meng Xian chuckled and exhaled, "The more Rong Jiashang is like this, the more he wants to be recognized. You have done a good job, pay more attention to him and gain all his trust. A smart The rebellious son is really a good tool to use against his father."

Feng Shizhen was silent.

Meng Xian asked again, "How did you deal with Rong Dingkun?"

Feng Shizhen said: "The beauties in distress are knowledgeable and reasonable, smart and smooth, but they are always a bit humble and helpless."

"What if Rong Dingkun really likes you?"

Feng Shizhen didn't answer.

Meng Xian turned his head to look over and caught Feng Shizhen's slight frown.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Shizhen considered for a moment, and said with confusion, "I don't know if it's my illusion, Rong Dingkun seems to be afraid of me?"

Meng Xian showed interest, raised his eyebrows and waved at Feng Shizhen.

"Rong Dingkun is afraid of you?"

Feng Shizhen said: "It seems that there is something in me that reminds him of something he is afraid of. I don't know what it is. We all expected it at the beginning. After knowing my origin, it may be disgusting and contradicting me. But no Thinking of his reaction was much bigger than I expected. But he has no plans to fire me. I'm a little confused."

Meng Xu'an pondered: "I'll check it out. If the situation is not favorable for you, I will arrange for you to withdraw."

"It's not necessarily a disadvantage." Feng Shizhen smiled meaningfully, "What can make Rong Dingkun fear is his weakness. If you follow the vine, there may be great gains. But for now, Rong Jiashang must be appeased first."

"Don't lose the big because of the small." Meng Xu'an said, "Your goal is to bring down Rong Dingkun. Rong Jia is just a chess piece for you to step on."

"I know." Feng Shizhen said with his eyes down.

The moonlight shone on Feng Shizhen's fair and delicate face, revealing the deep confusion and loss hidden on her face.

Meng Xuan stretched out his hand, his fingers tugged Feng Shizhen's face, pinched her chin lightly, forcing her to raise her eyes to look at him.

"Shizhen, remember, you are the one who cast the bait, don't be dragged into the water by the fish instead." #####

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