Qi Jinjun was shocked, "Isn't this the top scholar?"

Han Feng then moved his gaze to Qi Shenjun. He walked slowly from Chu Yunlou, and then he bowed to Qi Shenjun slightly and said politely: "Mr. Qi."

It looks gentle.

Qi Shijun put down his hand holding Lynch's sleeve in a daze and returned the gift to Han Feng, "Sir, why are you here too?" His eyes were extremely surprised.

Because Han Feng is too poor.

I am so poor that I can’t afford to buy new clothes and I can’t afford to wear official uniforms. How can I get money to come to Chuyunlou for money?

Han Feng's attitude towards this loyal subordinate who was in his previous life was kind, "Come and have fun."

Qi Shenjun's eyebrows were almost raised to the sky spirit cover, and he almost blurted out, "You're making a fortune?"

Han Feng's Yu Guang kept looking at Lynch. Lynch was quietly wearing a plain jade hairpin, like a handful of snow on the busy street. Han Feng's irritable heart suddenly became cool, "Mr. Lin."

Lynch nodded to him, but still didn't speak.

"Then... since you meet it," Qi Shenjun scratched his head heartlessly, "Just play together - I'll do it!"

"I won't go," Lynch said decisively, "I'm going back."

Han Feng also said, "Mr. Qi, Chu Yun Tower is closed today, you might as well come back another day."

"Ah?" Qi Shenjun was shocked again. Chu Yunlou had not been closed for a day since its opening. He ate several thunders tonight, which made his eyes much more rounded, "Impossible?"

"I didn't care about these two people anymore, picked up my robes and knocked on the door of Chu Yunlou.

Lynch said he wanted to go back, but he was still standing there, his face cold, and he stood with his hands behind his back. Although his eyes did not fall on Han Feng, Han Feng seemed to be covered by the airtight gaze. He narrowed his eyes.

Eyes, he whispered: "Can Lord Lin send me a ride?"

Lynch glanced at him, and Han Feng coughed softly at the corner of his mouth with his fist as he covered his bowl.

"Get into the car." Lynch turned his head, desperate about this man's artificial acting skills.

"Close the store? Why is it closed? Are you lying to me?" Qi Shenjun unwillingly stuffed his head through the crack of the door and entered the door of Chuyun Pavilion. The Taoist boy who opened the door for him was almost embarrassed, "Mr. Qi, Mr. Qi, was almost embarrassed. "

, I won’t lie to you, you can go out quickly.”

Qi Jinjun is a perverted person who refuses to retract his big head and asks the bottom of the question: "Why did the store close? What happened? Is Mian Liu okay?"

"Sister Liu is fine," the Taoist boy saw that he refused to leave and forced himself to close the door and pinch his neck. He had to compromise, "If you really want to know, just ask the young master wearing hidden blue clothes.

It's really... it's really..." The Taoist boy couldn't say anything, and his face turned pale while biting his lips.

Qi Shijun knew that he was referring to Han Feng, so he turned his head to look at the opposite street, but Lynch and Han Feng disappeared, even the people and the carriage.

When the Taoist boy saw him turn his head and immediately closed the door.

With a "bang", Qi Shijun pushed his toes and patted his heart lightly. His eyebrows fell to the sky and then fell to the ground, and he said to himself: "I'm scared to death."

On the carriage, Han Feng sat opposite Lynch. Lynch's carriage was not big. Han Feng was tall and sat opposite Lynch. Their knees were trembling as the carriage moved, and they would lightly knock lightly.

Han Feng suppressed his distracted heart and lowered his voice, "Mr. Qi is here just now, so I can't say that I'm not going to Chuyun Tower to have fun, but I have a good job."

When Lynch saw the scene of people scattering like birds and beasts, he also speculated that Han Feng should be doing the serious business. Several officials were afraid that Han Feng was doing the "traitorous affairs".

Lynch's face was slightly dark and he nodded slightly.

The carriage became silent.

Han Feng stopped by, but he didn't explain much. As he explained too much, it seemed strange. He and Lynch are still separated now.

Han Feng moved his eyes away, but the space of the carriage was limited. No matter where he looked, there was only such a small world. In this almost closed world, Lynch was everywhere.

Looking down, you will see the legs under Lynch's robe. Silk fell between the legs, outlining the round and exquisite knees and a little thigh.

Han Feng spent a stick of incense in Chuyunlou, the most gentle village in the capital. He was so fucked. Fortunately, there was no fragrance inside, otherwise his face would be even more ugly.

The nose smelled unique to Lynch, and Han Feng showed signs of brothers fighting, and the unscrupulous thing tried to come out and rebel.

Han Feng immediately moved his gaze slightly upward.

The light green waist seal is tied with a thin waist. It is not the slender slim swaying like a woman. It is like a green bamboo, pine and cypress. The carriage is shaking, but its waist is straight and motionless, straight and tough.

Han Feng's eyes were straightened, his head was a little dizzy, his head was hot, and he was a little rushing to his nose.

Han Feng hated this, and he slowly recited Buddhist scriptures in his mind - no matter how useful it was.

If this continues, you will be embarrassed in front of Lynch.

Han Feng quietly raised his left leg, trying to cover up his little brother who was secretly looking up, but he slammed the carriage. Lynch was sitting straight, and he couldn't help but fall forward, saying that it was a coincidence,

His head and face were hitting Han Fenggang's raised leg!

"Yeah—" Han Feng groaned, his face turned from white to red, from red to white, and he was so heartbroken that he was so sad that he was so sad that he was so sad that he was so sad that he was so sad.

Lynch was also shocked, and didn't bother to scold the coachman. He hurriedly held Han Feng's shoulders falsely and said in a panic: "Mr. Han, are you okay?"

Han Feng covered his brother and thought to himself that this was the end of your rebellion. He endured the pain and said hoarsely: "No...obstruct..."

Lynch was really panicked.

Until the carriage stopped in front of the Han Mansion, Han Feng was hunched over.

No matter how strong a man is, the places where he should be fragile are equally fragile, not to mention that Han Feng was thinking about Lynch in the carriage just now. The little brother was just half soft and not hard. Lynch smashed his head, and Han Feng didn't scream.

It's already good to speak out.

Lynch helped Han Feng out of the carriage.

Han Feng's face has been invincible for two years, but now in this situation, he still can't help but blush.

A little embarrassed.

The attendant pushed open the door, and Lynch helped Han Feng into the yard. The yard was deserted, with trees and stone benches sprinkled with fallen leaves. It was obvious that no one was cleaning it. Besides, the room was considered a

It's the family's only walls.

The Beijing officials said it sounds nice, and even the salary is hard to survive in the capital.

Lynch helped Han Feng sit on the bed - except for the bed, there was only a cold stool and no other place to sit.

Lynch ordered the servants, "Go, please come to Dr. Jin."

"Yes." The servant turned around cleverly.

Han Feng hurriedly said: "No need!"

"Go." Lynch briefly ordered the servant, who was a servant of the Lin family. He ran out without following Han Feng's instructions.

Han Feng's face turned red and white, so bright, and he said, "It'll be fine in a while."

Lynch was not just for this. In front of Chu Yunlou, he saw that Han Feng looked bad, probably because he was really sick. "Mr. Han was suffering from the cold in order to climb the door of my Lin Mansion, so I should naturally be responsible for it.

”

Han Feng looked complicated, and a sourness surged in his heart, almost crying.

Lynch... Such a bright and bright Lynch bears such a stigma on the streets...

Han Feng raised his head and curled the heat in his eyes.

Seeing him leaning back, Lynch thought he was in great pain, and worriedly said, "Does it hurt? Or... take it off and take a look?"

Han Feng's little tears disappeared.

It's really a brother who doesn't make face for himself.

"It doesn't hurt." Han Feng avoided.

Lynch's eyes fell on the place where his navy blue robe was arched, and he said worriedly: "Can it be swollen, right?"

Han Feng said numbly: "It doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt."

This is the truth. The pain has passed, and now it is hot and numb and dull, as if this object is separated from him. It would be better if it is separated.

Lynch obviously didn't believe it. His two black eyes were worried but worried, and he didn't care about anything else.

Soon, Dr. Jin arrived.

Dr. Jin took Han Feng's pulse and said that he had not healed the cold and prescribed a lot of medicine.

Lynch looked at Dr. Jin's prescription and glanced at Han Feng again. Han Feng kept staring at him. At this moment, he met his eyes and blinked his eyes very clearly. So Lynch was in tune with his heart and thoughtfulness.

I put my questions back.

The attendant followed Dr. Jin back to the medicine hall to catch medicine.

Han Feng sat on the bed, sitting upright to show that he was really fine.

Lynch sighed softly, "Mr. Han, don't be afraid of medical treatment, after all, it is also a very important place."

Han Feng no longer blushed, he had no face anymore, "Don't worry, Lord Lin, it must be fine."

Lynch thought he should have a clear idea, so he finally dropped this topic.

Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to slap his brother twice.

Thinking of this, after Lynch left, Han Feng still untied his pants and went to check it out. Fortunately, he was still in the same state and was not hurt.

Han Feng crossed his legs and said to himself: "You're going crazy, you're beaten? Is it true that you dare?"
To be continued...