Power, money and color are always tied together.

With power, there is a steady stream of wealth. With these two things that everyone in the world is rushing to, are you still afraid that you will not be able to satisfy your lust?

Han Feng has no lust - desire.

His heart was scorched earth covered with filthy snow.

Lynch melted the terrible snow in his heart.

His desire for Lynch is the most primitive and purest desire. The flesh and the spirit are inseparable. If you like it in your heart, your body will react.

But Han Feng didn't want to.

"Zifei..." Han Feng quietly read the two words. Although he was the only one in the room, he was still a thief and did not dare to speak loudly.

——He was afraid of defiling Lynch.

The next day, the attendant of Lin's mansion brought the medicine decocted in the medicine hall and a few thick clothes. The attendant spoke eloquently and said clearly: "Young Master said it was cold and Lord Han was sick, so he wanted to add more clothes."

"Thank you, your son, for me." Han Feng said pale in his words.

He actually had a lot of Lynch's things in his hand, Lynch's umbrella and the guard uniforms that Lynch gave him. He said he would give it back, but he was reluctant to give it back.

Han Feng walked to the painting tank next to the desk, with several scrolls inserted into the painting tank, and suddenly a paper umbrella was inserted. Han Feng pulled out the paper umbrella and felt reluctant to let it go, so he took the paper umbrella and looked pale.

He said to the attendant: "This is your son's umbrella."

"No need to return it," the attendant smiled, his voice clear, "Young Master said, what you gave to Lord Han is from Lord Han, and there is no need to return it."

Han Feng felt warm and sour, he took back the paper umbrella, hugged it in front of his chest, showed a gentle smile, and said solemnly: "Thank you."

The attendant came back from Han's mansion and brought a picture of it to Lynch, saying that it was Han Feng's thank-you gift.

Lynch wanted to laugh in his heart, but he held back his face, wiped his hands, and calmly said, "Let it go."

The attendant casually inserted it into his painting tank.

After the servant left, Lynch hurriedly went to the painting tank to pull out the character. He paid attention to the place and took it as soon as he picked it up. He opened the book and read it, and wrote a poem on it - What a gentleman is, if a son knows it.

meaning.

The brushwork is about love, the word is implicit and restrained, and the emotion is deep. Lynch looked at it for a long time, touched the word "Zifei" lightly, and smiled slightly.

Lynch read Han Feng's words in the morning and went to the Ministry of Revenue. It was a little late. Qi Shenjun came up directly and said to Lynch: "What a big deal happened."

Before Lynch asked, Qi Shenjun said, "It's not good or bad, and it's not strange."

Lynch said: "What's the good thing?"

Qi Shenjun touched his beard that did not exist and frowned, "The many gentry and officials in the capital suddenly became kind-hearted and wanted to donate to the construction of the river embankment outside the city. Do you think this is good and strange?"

He hugged Lynch's shoulder and said mysteriously: "It's not a small amount! It's a full hundred thousand taels!"

Lynch was not surprised at all, with a soft smile on his lips. Seeing Qi Shenjun staring at him with a strange look, he hurriedly said, "What's wrong with that?"

Qi Shenjun patted his shoulder lightly, looked at Lynch's eyes, and said solemnly: "Zifei, you are going to be compared by Han Feng."
Chapter completed!