City of Streamer

It was so tight that she felt a little breathless.

"You... is this necessary?" Feng Shizhen's voice trembled.

"Miss Feng, don't worry." Ma Dagui picked up Widow Zhang's body, "I'll take care of the rest. Go back and rest."

His tone was relaxed, as if he was just going downstairs to take out the trash.

Feng Shizhen took a long time to regain his senses, staggered, took a deep breath, and walked slowly home.

The moment she closed the door, she gasped sharply, like someone who had been lurking in the water for a long time, and finally emerged from the water. The cold air perfused into the lungs dissipated the remaining temperature in the chest cavity, leaving only one heart that was fiery and beating fiercely.

This is not the first time Feng Shizhen has seen dead people.

She was only three years old back then, but she clearly and deeply remembered the scene when her mother was hacked to death by a gangster. It is also so dead, and even more bloody. For 20 years, the cry of his mother before her death would linger in her ears at midnight, causing Feng Shizhen to wake up sweating profusely.

Having said that, how to deal with Widow Zhang has always been a difficult problem. Widow Zhang certainly couldn't keep her mouth shut, either imprisoned her and threatened her, or killed her. Ma Dagui is a man on the road, and he chose the latter, a simple and trouble-free method. And now, it doesn't matter whether Feng Shizhen agrees or not.

Feng Shizhen made a choice, knowing that this must be a blood-stained road. Like all the paths of revenge in the world.

At this moment, Feng Shizhen clearly realized that although Meng Xu'an and Rong Dingkun were enemies, he was not a flamboyant person either. To some extent, he and Rong Dingkun are the same raccoon dog. Their contradictions and struggles only stem from the black eating the black.

Feng Shizhen used Meng Xian's boat to avenge his revenge, which was also a desperate decision. She knew that she might never get off the boat again.

A year ago, a company wanted to buy land in Wenchunli. Wenchunli's location is relatively remote, and the house is old. If the price was reasonable, it would have been easy to buy. But halfway through the matter, another company emerged that also wanted to buy land.

The competition between the two makes the neighbors feel that the land is in high demand, so they are even more reluctant to sell it easily. Wen Chunli's price soared all the way up.

But the good things didn't last long. On a dry night, a sudden fire engulfed the entire street and burned half of the sky red.

As a scapegoat, the entire Zhang family died in the fire, and the burned-out blocks were sold at a low price without any suspense.

Afterwards, Feng Shizhen secretly investigated the two companies that were selling land. There was no suspense in the first company, but the company involved later was just an empty shell, and I didn't know who was behind it. Feng Shizhen was at a loss until she found out that the person behind it was Rong Dingkun based on a very inconspicuous clue.

On a sultry night in early summer, Feng Shizhen followed Rong Dingkun into the Licha Hotel. She didn't want to assassinate him, but wanted to ask him for evidence.

At that time, Feng Shizhen was still a very simple girl. So instead of seeing Rong Dingkun, she broke into Meng Xian's smoking room by mistake.

"Rong Dingkun?"

"no."

The tall and straight man waved his hand to let the man who pointed the gun at the intruder back down, looked at the beautiful and pale girl in front of him, and showed a meaningful smile.

Feng Shizhen knew vaguely at that time that she stepped into an extremely complicated world.

"How do you want to retaliate against Rong Dingkun?" Meng Xuan asked her once.

Feng Shizhen said: "Killing him is easy. I want to destroy him."

Meng Xian also wanted to destroy Rong Dingkun, and the two hit it off.

A smart but simple female college student underwent a series of training under Meng Xian's arrangement and transformed herself.

How to disguise one's emotions, how to crack the password, how to unlock the lock, how to escape from the predicament...

Feng Shizhen is an extremely smart student, he is very young and healthy. Meng Xu'an liked her very much and regarded her as his proud disciple.

Meng Xian taught Feng Shizhen to shoot personally, holding her arm, aiming at the target, and whispering warm lips in her ear.

"It's not difficult to aim. In many cases, pulling the trigger is the hardest. If you haven't killed anyone, you will hesitate. If you hesitate, you miss a good opportunity. Many times, one second can decide life and death."

"I can practice!" Feng Shizhen said.

Meng Xian took the gun away from her hand and smiled like a kind and gentle elder brother, "I trained you, not for you to execute an assassination. Shizhen's hands are so clean, it's better not to get dirty as much as possible."

Feng Shizhen never thought that Meng Xian really regarded him differently. For the Rong family, and for Rong Jiashang, she was the one who gave the bait. As for Meng Xian, she was just a fish with a hook.

In the duel between Meng Rong's two major groups, Feng Shizhen was just a small pawn. #####

twenty four

"Her home is one of the businesses that were burned down on Wenchunli East Street. The shop, warehouse, and upstairs residence were all burned." Yang Xiucheng whispered to Rong Dingkun, "She didn't hide her background. . I investigated very clearly, all her background is in the report. Uncle cousin, what do you think is wrong? "

"It's hard to say." Rong Dingkun slowly paced the courtyard with a stick of civilization, "It's a coincidence that the people in Wen Chunli entered the Rong's house by mistake? But if you have a purpose, Shouldn't I hide my origin? This woman is a little hard to see."

Yang Xiucheng followed behind Rong Dingkun step by step: "Feng is very good at life, and the servants in the family like her. I think Fang Lin and Fang Hua also like her, and even Jia Shang can listen to her a few words."

"It's really not easy to make Jia Shang be obedient." Rong Dingkun pondered, "What do you think of her? Does it seem like the visitor is not good?"

Yang Xiucheng pondered: "I still need more contact before I can define it. But if my uncle is worried, he can simply resign. It's not easy to hire a rich and famous teacher, so why take the risk?"

"No." Rong Dingkun shook his head, "If she is really a bad person, with her being a little girl, whoever has the ability to enter the Rong's house, there must be someone behind her. If you don't leave her, how can you find the person behind her? ?"

Yang Xiucheng knew that Rong Dingkun was suspicious, so he guessed that he would say this: "Then let the old mother continue to keep an eye on her. If there is any movement, you can catch it immediately."

Rong Dingkun nodded.

They are celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival in an old house in the countryside. The silver light sprinkled on the ground, the women played mahjong in the house, and the children played in the courtyard with lanterns lit. At night in the countryside, the air is cool and there is a tranquility that Shanghai does not have.

Rong's family was thin, and all his immediate relatives died in an epidemic that swept the area in his early years. After Rong Dingkun made his fortune, he re-created the field next to his ancestral tomb and built an ancestral hall. After that, he would return to his hometown to worship every year during the festivals.

It is said that although Rong Dingkun wears a suit, lives in a western-style building, and sends his children to study in a foreign missionary school, he is still a traditional Chinese at heart.

Like all noble families, the Yue family Huang clan could not afford to be defeated after the fall of the Qing Dynasty.

In the early years, when Rong Dingkun needed manpower to fight the country, he used many children of the Huang family. These brothers-in-law then took over many important positions in the firm, and each of them regarded themselves as heroes and elders and did not listen to Rong Dingkun's command. Rong Dingkun regarded them as thorns in the eyes, thorns in the flesh, and pulled them out one by one. After two years, most of them have been cleaned up.

But because of this, the relationship between Rong Dingkun and the Huang family gradually deteriorated. His father-in-law scolded him for crossing the river and demolishing bridges and being ungrateful. He never wanted to see him during the festival. Yang Xiucheng's mother's surname is Huang, and she and Mrs. Rong are half-sisters and have a very good relationship.

In this game between Rong Dingkun and the Huang family, although Yang Xiucheng played a certain role in balancing, it became more and more embarrassing.

"That's right." Rong Dingkun asked, "Is the matter between you and Zhihui settled?"

Yang Xiucheng smiled bitterly and said, "Not yet. Her family doesn't like me very much, and she herself wants to finish college before talking about marriage."

"The Yu family is the vine that is fostered on the tree of the Huang family." Rong Dingkun sneered, "Why, do you think you are not enough to take care of the Huang family by following me?"

Yang Xiucheng sneered: "The main thing is that I dislike me and have no future. The brothers of the Yu family wanted to start a company and pulled me in. I refused."

"The old and young men of the Yu family are all useless, what can they do?" Rong Dingkun said, "You are also infatuated, so many girls like you, but you only like Chihui."

Yang Xiucheng said: "After all, my marriage with her was decided when my mother was alive. Besides, Zhihui and I still have a common language and are confidants."

"My confidant..." Rong Dingkun's eyes dimmed, and a face from a long time ago appeared in front of him again, which made him shudder.

He remembered why Feng Shizhen surprised him.

She kind of resembled that man. Not the facial features, nor the body shape, but an indescribable temperament.

But she can't have anything to do with that person!

Will there be?

He had clearly been...

"Uncle," Yang Xiucheng interrupted Rong Dingkun's contemplation, "my surname is Yang, not Huang. I call you uncle, but in my heart I regard you as a teacher or even a father. I will give my life to follow you and serve you!"

Rong Dingkun turned around, looked at him with deep eyes, and patted his shoulder.

"Xiucheng, you are a thoughtful and capable child. I have always been the most optimistic about you, and I have brought you by my side for many years to cultivate. Jiashang is too immature, and his upright personality can be used as an official, but not as good as a business. You. I thought that the two of you would be able to jointly take over the family business in the future."

Yang Xiucheng was shocked when he heard Rong Dingkun mention inheriting the family business for the first time.

Rong Dingkun continued: "You also know that now I and the Huang family are not far from tearing our faces off completely. If you are caught in the middle, it will only make it harder to be a person in the future. I know that you have an agreement with the Yu family. I appreciate it very much. It's just that you have to know that some things are difficult to balance."

Yang Xiucheng's face was pale, "Uncle, Zhihui married me, the husband and wife will follow, and both of us will follow you."

"Maybe." Rong Dingkun never finished his words. He smiled and patted Yang Xiucheng on the shoulder again, "It's always a good thing to get married. No matter who you marry, I will bless you and wait for your wedding wine."

The cool autumn wind blows, and the whole body is cold. Standing under the dark shadow of a tree, Yang Xiucheng felt the feeling of the hairs on his back standing up.

His father died early, and he only finished university with the help of Huang's relatives, and then worked with Rong Dingkun. Although he was not Rong Dingkun's number one confidant, he also knew enough secrets. He can't walk now, and when he stays, he can't sit still, and he is in a dilemma.

Feng Shizhen was lying on the bed, watching the sky outside the bed turn from dark to dark blue and back to indigo. The clouds were dyed with the morning glow, and there were birdsong outside, as well as the sound of early risers walking around to fetch water.

Finally, a scream pierced the tranquility of the small courtyard.

People were running around and talking. Soon, people from the patrol room came, shouting loudly to drive away the crowd.

Mrs. Feng came back to the house after watching the excitement, and said sadly, "What a sin. Widow Zhang hanged herself last night."

"Really?" Feng Shizhen put on his clothes and got up, only to feel cold air oozing from the seams of his bones, and his whole body was in pain.

"Well done, why would you seek death?"

"I heard that she received a letter from a relative saying that her son who went to Nanyang died of illness. The widow lost her son, and she has lost her thoughts these days, and I don't want to live anymore." Mrs. Feng wiped her tears sympathetically and touched it again. Touching Feng Shizhen's head, "So, you and your elder brother can get along well."

"Mom, don't think nonsense." Feng Shizhen squeezed out a stiff smile.

There was a lot of noise in the yard, some people were talking loudly, some people were crying, some people were laughing. Feng Shizhen couldn't continue to live at home, and assumed that the owner had ordered him to return to the Rong family ahead of schedule.

When she went out, she encountered Ma Dagui who was squatting downstairs to rinse his mouth with an enamel cup. The two tacitly greeted each other.

The people in the patrol room were transporting Widow Zhang's body down, wrapped in white cloth, so that nothing could be seen. But her grim face yesterday will remain in Feng Shizhen's memory forever.

The Rong family hadn't come back yet, and the mansion was quiet. The servant told Feng Shizhen that the eldest young master also went out to meet friends early in the morning.

Now that he can jump around, he is obviously sick. Feng Shizhen was relieved and went back to the room to sit for a while, but Widow Zhang's face could not be shaken away. She went downstairs to the study, intending to look for a book to read and divert her attention.

The Rong family's study is very large, divided into two parts, one large and one small. The small one is Rong Dingkun's personal study, and the door is always closed.

The owner is not at home, and most of the servants go home for vacation, and the rest rest in the back of the kitchen. The whole big mansion was silent, no one was seen, not even the mother Chen, who was always with her on weekdays.

Feng Shizhen walked down the stairs gently, walked along the corridor for a moment, and came to a door next to the big study.

She took off the pen pinned to her breast pocket, unscrewed the back, and pulled out two long pins for unlocking.

After a while, there was a click in the lock. Feng Shizhen put the pen in his pocket, pushed the door and walked in.

Inside is a bright study, with a large and elegant sandalwood desk in the middle, and bookcases with glass doors on both sides, where stacks of documents are stacked. There is also a new telegraph machine, a telephone set on the large desk, and a radio under the window.

Feng Shizhen tried it, and the doors of the bookcase were locked, which was in line with Rong Dingkun's cautious and suspicious character. She searched the study room carefully, turning over every drawer, every corner, and even the trash can, but didn't find anything of value.

Feng Shizhen's attention immediately fell on the note pad on the table. She drew a pencil and smeared a light layer on the note paper, gradually revealing the traces of writing on the previous page.

It is a few lines of English letters and numbers.

The characters are neatly arranged, apparently like a password.

Feng Shizhen was thinking about it, and suddenly he heard a commotion outside. It seems that someone has returned, and the sound of footsteps is coming this way.

She quickly tore the note paper, put it in her pocket, and walked to the door. And the series of footsteps came from far to near, accompanied by chatting and laughter, coming towards the door.

Feng Shizhen paused, locked the door of the study, and walked quickly to the window.

The windows were even locked!

Feng Shizhen touched the tools in his pocket and heard the sound and was already outside the door. Rong Jia said in a low voice, and Yang Xiucheng replied, "I have to go after I get the documents. You guys have a good time."

Now it's too late to unlock the windows!

Hiding under the desk?

The baffle of the desk is too high to cover his body.

Feng Shizhen felt cold sweat rushing out of his pores.

Yang Xiucheng was looking for the keys, and there was a rattling sound.

At this moment, Feng Shizhen's eyes fell on the floor.

Under the bookcase leaning against the side wall of the big study, the wooden floor was dragged with a faint arc. Feng Shizhen walked over quickly, fumbling his fingers around the bookcase.

On the door, there was the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole. And Feng Shizhen also touched an unusual relief on the bookcase. She pressed it without hesitation. #####

twenty five

Yang Xiucheng opened the door, and a gust of wind came in. He frowned.

There was no one in the room, and there was nothing unusual, but an indescribable sense of eccentricity passed through my heart.

The notes erupted without warning, resounding throughout the mansion, and the rumbling echoes filled the aisles and into the small study. Yang Xiucheng was taken aback and dropped the key.

The friend that Rong Jiashang brought back played a gramophone in the living room, and the laughter of men and women was intertwined with the music, making the room that was quiet like an empty house ten minutes ago suddenly cheered like a carnival scene.

Yang Xiucheng picked up the key, opened the bookcase, counted the numbers, took out a document, and put it in the briefcase.

When he left, his eyes swept across the desk, and his footsteps followed.

On the neat desk, only the note pad is placed diagonally.

Yang Xiucheng straightened the notepad, and finally looked around and left with his briefcase.

Separated by a wall, Feng Shizhen stood in front of the bookcase and looked at a beautiful girl standing at the opposite corner of the room.

The girl was wearing a bright yellow shirt and skirt, with a slender figure, red lips and white teeth. She looked at Feng Shizhen with watery eyes, her eyes full of displeasure and vigilance.

"When did you come in?" the girl asked rudely.

Didn't she see herself coming out of the secret door?

Feng Shizhen breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed out a kind smile.

"I've been there all the time, sitting in the corner, and you didn't see me when you came in."

The girl was confused and pondered, believing it in doubt.

The noisy laughter from outside passed in through the heavy carved door of the study, and turned into a vague noise. Only the cheerful jazz music was exceptionally clear, full of vitality, and it was refreshing to listen to. The stalemate in the study also gradually began to ease because of the music.

Feng Shizhen walked over to the girl and tried to say hello in a friendly way, "Miss Sun is also reading a book?"

The girl's beautiful Danfeng glanced at Feng Shizhen and said coldly, "Can't I come?"

Feng Shizhen smiled kindly: "It's natural. It's just that I rarely see you, so I'm a little surprised. What book are you reading?"

Sun Shaoqing looked contemptuous and ignored Feng Shizhen. She is now the most favored concubine around Rong Dingkun, and there must be many people who come to please her from all walks of life. Presumably the second concubine had warned her long ago, saying that the governess was most likely arranged by the eldest wife to compete for favor, and told her not to associate with this person.

Feng Shizhen didn't mind Sun Shaoqing's indifference, glanced at the book in her hand, and said with a smile, "Shakespeare? Miss Sun also likes English poets?"

Sun Shaoqing made a vague hum from his nose, which was regarded as a default.

The two of them stood very close, and Feng Shizhen could smell the scent of incense and smoke on Sun Shaoqing's body. Sun Shaoqing's clothes were clean and tidy, and he must have cleaned them as much as possible. But the smell permeated her skin over the years and lingered.

"I also like English poetry very much." Feng Shizhen said to himself, "When I was studying, I took English Sinology as an elective. At that time, we often held symposiums to discuss poetry, and recitations. Many people like English poetry, but only Love a skin, think it's a trick to get attention in a salon, read poetry, just to show off. People who really like poetry, I think are those who read them silently. Late at night, at dawn, in solitude Only then can we immerse ourselves in that world and leave the pain experienced by the flesh.”

Sun Shaoqing slowly raised his eyes and looked at Feng Shizhen, his icy eyes began to melt gradually.

Feng Shizhen picked up a collection of poems and said while turning: "Of course, after graduation, I ran for a living, and I haven't read poetry for a long time. Poetry is like a noble soul, and it is often incompatible with the turbid world. A last resort."

"Miss Feng..." Sun Shaoqing's voice, like hers, is delicate and pleasant, making people happy, "Do you know English literature well?"

"I don't want to know more." Feng Shizhen smiled and said, "I'm just glad to meet a friend who also likes to read poetry. Whose poetry do you like?"

Sun Shaoqing was a little embarrassed and regretful, "I didn't have the chance to go to university. Although I like it, I'm just getting started, just read some easy-to-understand poems."

Feng Shizhen said softly: "The love of literature will never change because of people's opportunities and changes in identity. If Miss Sun likes English literature, we can talk more in the future. In fact, I am very bored here. I can't chat with my grandfather and my wife, and I can't make friends with the servants, I'm really alone."

Sun Shaoqing couldn't help laughing, looking like a chunxiao, and said, "Even the master and his wife respect Miss Feng three points. What else can Miss Feng complain about?"

"It's hard to find bosom friends." Feng Shizhen sighed, "I'm just a tutor. To put it bluntly, I'm just a high-level footman."

She handed the book in her hand to Sun Shaoqing: "I recommend a poet, I think you might like it."

"John Dunn?" Sun Shaoqing didn't recognize the poet, and flipped through the book curiously.

"This is a seventeenth-century British metaphysical poet," Feng Shizhen said. "His poetry is full of fantasy, passion, and emotion. I have a gut feeling that you will like it very much."

Sun Shaoqing flipped a page, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said softly: "For God'ssake, holdyourtongue, andletmelove." (For God's sake, please shut up and let me love.)

"Saint of love." Feng Shizhen said, "I also like this song very much. Whatyouwill,approve,Soyouwillletmelove."

Sun Shaoqing's chest rose and fell, as if he felt an unfamiliar force. It seems that the long-term repression has found an outlet, and the lonely soul hears the resonance. Her beautiful face lit up, like a firefly lighting up the night, and like a closed deep pool filled with clear spring water.

"Thank you, Miss Feng." Sun Shaoqing's tone has softened a lot. "You...you come to the study often?"

"Of course." Feng Shizhen said, "If you are usually bored and want to talk to me, you can come to the study to find me. I'll be free after three o'clock in the afternoon, and most of the time I read books here to pass the time."

Sun Shaoqing and Feng Shizhen nodded, smiled restrainedly and kindly, hugged the book, and left briskly.

The door of the study opened, and the two people outside were hugging and kissing against the door. They rolled in suddenly and almost fell to the ground.

Sun Shaoqing was startled, as if he didn't want to have contact with outsiders, he hurried away holding the book nervously.

Feng Shizhen smiled calmly at the two intruders.

"Eldest young master, Miss Du."

"Why didn't Miss Feng go home for the holiday?" Du Lanxin smiled coquettishly, leaning half of her body on Rong Jia's upper chest, like a soft and boneless beauty snake.

Rong Jiashang silently pushed her away, and lowered his head to button the torn shirt. His hair was messy, and there was a faint lipstick mark on his handsome and thin face, the color was as delicate as Du Lanxin's lips.

"I have nothing to do at home, so I came back early." Feng Shizhen said, "I just came to find two books to read, so I won't disturb the two of you."

She picked up two books at random, put them in her arms, and passed Rong Jiashang.

The eyes of the two were intertwined in the air. Rong Jiashang's eyes were like a cluster of flames sealed in ice, while Feng Shizhen was like a calm water from an ancient well.

Du Lanxin chuckled lightly behind her, and the door of the study slammed shut again. The music stopped for a while, and there was a brief silence. Feng Shizhen stood in the empty corridor and looked back at the closed door.

The next dance song is played, melodious and rhythmic, making people want to dance.

And that young man, who was dressed in white under the light, arrogant and deserted, clearer than snow, seemed to have found the right dance partner.

You are the bait, don't get dragged into the water by the fish.

Meng Xian's voice suddenly reappeared in his ears, like a haunting ghost, and like a spell engraved on the soul.

Feng Shizhen walked out of the mansion along the corridor. The sun was shining outside, warm and dry, which made her body gradually warm up, and the coldness that blocked her chest was dispelled.

Feng Shizhen stood in the sun, watching Sun Shaoqing's thin and slender back from a distance, heading towards the West Hall.

In the Rong Mansion, the West Hall was like a military powerhouse. There are two bodyguards inside and outside the West Hall, guarding them in shifts day and night. Rong Dingkun had a study on the first floor in the West Hall, and the smoking room and bedroom were on the second floor. As far as Chen Ma said, only Rong Dingkun and Sun Shaoqing lived in the West Hall. When Rong Dingkun was smoking a big cigarette, he only let Sun Shaoqing wait by the side. Even if Yang Xiucheng and the others had something to see, they would have to wait until he was more awake before entering.

If you want to know where Rong Dingkun hides the goods and get his seal and fingerprints, you must contact him. And how to approach this vigilant Rong Dingkun?

Feng Shizhen looked at Sun Shaoqing and walked into the West Hall. The bodyguard stood by the door chatting to himself, and didn't look at her much.

The deadline given by Meng Xian is only half a month away. If she wanted to get close to Rong Dingkun in the past ten days, she had to rely on this Boss Rong's pet sister-in-law.

I hope my estimation of Sun Shaoqing's temperament is correct. If she is as she guessed, she is a girl with a delicate mind, dissatisfied with the situation, and advocating freedom and love. Then, what she did in the study just now had already conquered half of Sun Shaoqing.

The autumn light is just right, the outdoors is very cool, and the sweet fragrance of osmanthus wafts around. Feng Shizhen stretched his waist, walked to the octagonal pavilion and sat down, took out the sticky notes and the draft, and began to calculate and decrypt.

It is this set of four-square passwords, and it is not difficult to crack them. Feng Shizhen recorded while calculating, and the information in the password was gradually revealed.

is a coordinate!

Feng Shizhen opened the world atlas he had just brought in the study, unfolded and folded the big map.

The coordinates point to a place in the east sea of ​​Hengsha Township, a small island south of Chongming Island. Since it is at sea, it cannot be a warehouse for placing goods, but it is most likely a transit point for smuggled goods, or a delivery meeting place.

What it was, let Meng Xian's people find out.

Feng Shizhen wrote the information on a small note and turned his attention to the osmanthus tree outside the pavilion.

This is an old osmanthus tree, much larger than the pavilion, with dense branches and leaves. It seems to bloom late, other osmanthus has been blooming lively, but it has only a few small broken flowers. Probably waiting for the flowers to be exhausted, it will appear in the finale. #####

Twenty-six

"What happened to you today?"

In the study, Du Lanxin was biting a cigarette, leaning against the bookcase, and staring at Rong Jiashang.

Rong Jia took a sip of brandy and glanced at her, "What's wrong?"

"Never paid attention to me, but suddenly came to provoke me. What new way has Young Master Rong discovered?" Du Lanxin poked Rong Jia's chest with her bright red nail polish finger. Men's pectoral muscles are firm and firm, and they feel great in the hand. Du Lanxin couldn't put it down.

"Did your old man give you a death order? Or did you suddenly fall in love with me?"

"Like it?" Rong Jia sneered and waved Du Lanxin's hand away, "Do you like me?"

"I can give it a try." Du Lanxin smiled and leaned closer, staring into Rong Jiashang's eyes, "The marriage is just that, at least you look good, smell clean, and are much better than those Xiaokai who smoke big cigarettes."

Rong Jiashang looked at her gorgeous face indifferently, "Do you think this kind of marriage is interesting? Don't you women want to pursue freedom and true love the most?"

Du Lanxin sneered and took a puff of cigarette, "That's all a trick I played when I was sixteen or seventeen, don't think of me as your two little girls. I have long seen that the so-called freedom is just a I left my family and went out to eat and suffer. The so-called love is just a momentary passion that dazzled the mind, and mistaken the short-lived impulse of youth for eternity. My true love is a rich and stable life, jewelry and perfume, It's a tea party, it's a romantic lover."

She reached out and touched Rong Jiashang's handsome face: "If it's you, the last item can be crossed out."

Rong Jiashang smiled disapprovingly: "Who knows if your current thoughts can last a lifetime."

"Then what do you think?" Du Lanxin said, "I know that you had a girlfriend in Chongqing. She doesn't seem to be from a good background, and Ling Zun does not agree with your relationship. There are rumors that you delayed graduation because of her? "

Rong Jiashang looked at her coldly and said nothing.

Du Lanxin tutted and smiled: "Our eldest Young Master Rong turned out to be an infatuated person. Not right, really infatuated, and now he is obediently coming back to marry? But don't worry, I don't despise you. How about we make an agreement?"

Rong Jia raised his eyebrows and listened attentively.

Du Lanxin said: "If we get married, I will give you a son. If I can't give birth, I will help you with two concubines. You know I won't be a jealous woman. If you want to have **** with that lady in Chongqing I don't care about taking a concubine or setting up a small mansion. Likewise, you don't care about me. But I can assure you that I will definitely keep a low profile. After all, people like us save face. It's often the first thing to do."

After listening to Rong Jiashang, he couldn't help laughing: "Are you serious? I thought you thought I was a waste."

Du Lanxin put out the cigarette, and kissed the corner of her full lips gently on Rong Jia, her voice low and charming, like the temptation of Medusa.

"Waste wood is not waste wood, you will know after you try it."

She pushed Rong Jia up to the desk, her soft and slender body was like a fish, clinging to the man's body, and her face was close. A strong aroma smoked Rong Jiashang slightly frown.

The two were so close that they could clearly see Du Lanxin's smudged eyeliner and thick black eyelashes on Rong Jia, the light spots and small black moles under her powder, and the tiny wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. .

The grandfather clock ticked, and the music was melodious and rhythmic.

Rong Jiashang felt the softness and moistness of the woman's lips, and didn't find it annoying. But when the tongue came in, Rong Jia frowned subconsciously, unable to adapt to the intrusion of the wet and soft object.

He stared out the window out of focus.

Feng Shizhen walked down from the octagonal pavilion gracefully, standing under an old osmanthus tree, a white shirt and a green skirt that stood out in the golden yellow and green of the court. She folded a branch of cinnamon and seemed to sense Rong Jia's gaze, and her dark and warm eyes looked over here.

Rong Jia's body suddenly tensed, and he suddenly pushed the woman who was clinging to him away.

Du Lanxin stumbled, her leg hitting the foot of the table, she let out a low whimper in pain, and then raised her hand and slapped Rong Jia on the face.

"What are you doing?"

Rong Jia took a deep breath, there was a bit of disbelief in his eyes, and the heat all over his body quickly faded away.

"You think I'm rare!" Du Lanxin was furious, threw the handkerchief on Rong Jia, and slammed out the door with her high heels.

Rong Jia slipped his Adam's apple and stood quietly for a moment before turning his head to look out the window again.

The octagonal pavilion and the osmanthus tree have disappeared, as if the scene just now was just an illusion when Rong Jiashang was confused.

Du Lanxin's perfume is strong and lingering for a long time, but Rong Jiashang smelled the light and refreshing saponin fragrance on Feng Shizhen's body in a trance.

The fire that had been suppressed in the chest suddenly burned, and the irritability of unknown meaning was like a weed that grew in the dark.

Rong Jiashang swayed a few books on the desk irritably, and strode out of the study.

Young Master Rong's dance party continued until late at night. Feng Shizhen saw from the window that the lights on the second floor of the West Hall remained on until late at night. A handsome figure in front of the lamp is Sun Shaoqing who is reading a book.

Because of this, it was no surprise that Feng Shizhen met Sun Shaoqing in the study the next day.

"Miss Sun is early." Feng Shizhen raised a kind smile.

"Miss Feng is too early, thank you for the book you recommended yesterday." Sun Shaoqing was a little shy, "I just don't understand a lot of things, I thought maybe you could translate it for me."

Feng Shizhen smiled: "It's hard to find bosom friends, I'm happy to help."

Rong Jia was wearing a tie and walked downstairs. He stumbled as he passed the door of the study.

The door of the study was open, Feng Shizhen and Sun Shaoqing sat side by side on the sofa under the window, flipping through a book together. The two whispered, sometimes chuckling.

When did these two get along so well?

Both of them were born gentle and beautiful, with fair skin, pink lips, the same dark eyes, and soft hair. They even wore old-fashioned cheongsams of the same color, and sat together affectionately, like a pair of sisters.

Rong Jiashang clearly realized at this moment that the two were indeed very similar. No wonder the stepmother made thousands of choices, and finally selected Feng Shizhen.

"So that's what it means! It's smooth now." Sun Shaoqing's smile was more charming, and when he looked at Feng Shizhen, his eyes were full of admiration and admiration.

Feng Shizhen patiently and meticulously explained the words to Sun Shaoqing one by one, guiding her to read and understand the poems by herself. Their voices were very soft, but they were generally pleasant to the ear, tempting people to not help but listen.

Rong Jiashang stood by the door and heard Sun Shaoqing affectionately say: "Sister Shizhen, you know so much!"

Sister Shizhen?

Rong Jia couldn't help but sneer.

Called a sister with a concubine, does Feng Shizhen feel that he has surrendered his status?

Chen Ma was at the corner of the stairs, and also looked into the study with her head poking out. Realizing that Rong Jiashang noticed her, Chen's mother hurriedly shrank her neck and ran away in a hurry.

Rong Jia went up to the door, waited for the driver to pull over, and said to the housekeeper, "That mother Chen was sent by his wife to serve Mr. Feng? She seems to like listening to the corner."

The steward hurriedly said, "I will teach her a lesson. Don't worry, young master."

Feng Shizhen went back to the house that day, and saw that the old mother who brought him laundry and dinner was replaced by a different person, and asked in puzzlement, "Why don't you see Chen's mother?"

The newly exchanged Li Ma said with a smile: "Chen Ma did something wrong and was transferred to the kitchen by the steward. In the future, I will listen to the miss."

Feng Shizhen took a few coins to reward the old mother, closed the door, and laughed.

From that day on, Feng Shizhen and Sun Shaoqing met every day in the study to chat about poetry and novels.

Sun Shaoqing's mind quickly became active, and he wanted to learn some English by himself.

Feng Shizhen said, "You're very smart, so it's no problem to learn by yourself. I asked my classmates to borrow some English literature textbooks from the university for you. After you read them, it will be easier for you to learn by yourself."

Sun Shaoqing thanked him, and then his expression darkened again, and said, "But what if you teach yourself? My world is only as big as this house. No matter how much you learn, it will be a waste of effort."

Feng Shizhen said softly: "Life is like a tide, with ups and downs. You are trapped in the shoal at the moment, but it does not mean that you will never be able to return to the sea. Opportunities are always given to those who are prepared. As long as you don't give up on yourself, With faith, anything can happen."

"Returning to the sea..." Sun Shaoqing's eyes flashed, "Is there any hope of returning to the sea?"

Feng Shizhen asked, "Shaoqing, can you tell me about your dream?"

Sun Shaoqing sighed: "When I was studying in a girls' high school, I made an agreement with a good friend to go to Japan together in the future. He studied architecture, and I studied education. Now that I think about it, I was really naive back then."

Feng Shizhen held her hand and comforted silently.

Sun Shaoqing's voice was choked, and he continued: "My eldest brother can be a comprador thanks to Boss Rong's praise. What can I learn and how to stay? Where can I make the decision? My eldest brother and second sister both scolded me for being ungrateful, saying that I could serve Rong. It's my honor to be the boss. Otherwise, in my family's situation, I guess I'd have to go to the dance hall to accompany the dancers."

"But," Feng Shizhen said, "without freedom and dignity, what will happen to the clothes and food?"

Sun Shaoqing held her hand and nodded vigorously, "I never care about food and clothing, I just want to pursue my dream and want to be independent. You must know what my identity in the Rong family is, Sister Shizhen. This is really me A shame that can't be washed away in a lifetime! You know, in the beginning, it was me two