The old servant followed him in with a cheer.

"Master, the Feng Lin she saved was going to kill them both," he said anxiously.

"How could it be?" Old Mrs. Zhang said with a smile, while Shiran picked up the pen from several cases.

"Why not? Now Feng Lin has forced both of them into a dead end. Not to mention the grace of saving his life, there is still a glimmer of hope." The old servant said angrily, "But this Feng Lin has no muscles and bones, and he actually saw this

Mrs. Cheng fainted as soon as she touched her, we can’t hide this anymore!”

"This matter is not something embarrassing and should not be told to others. There is nothing to hide." Old Mrs. Zhang said, and as expected, he put a stroke on the screen with his pen, looked at it for a moment and stepped back.

"Sir," the old servant said, "this will hurt both sides. Our Banqin's eyes are swollen from crying."

"This silly girl." Old Mrs. Zhang laughed, "She has been sold by her wife once, but she still doesn't know."

"Sir," the old servant said again.

"Both sides suffer." Old Mrs. Zhang said, putting down the pen and rolling up his sleeves, "Ever since this little lady tricked me, I never believed that she would be the kind of person who is willing to lose both sides."

"Master, you are too stingy to remember this." The old servant was a bit dumbfounded.

"It's not stingy, it's about not forgetting the past life and being the guide for the future." Mrs. Zhang waved her hand and said.

"Master, what kind of thing is that? Can it be compared with what is happening now?" the old servant asked anxiously.

"Of course." Mrs. Zhang smiled and looked at him, "It's all the same."

All the same?

A foolish father wants to give away a foolish girl, and a censor Zhongcheng wants to accuse a famous woman. How is this the same?

"It's just that they are all helpless people who do ruthless things. What's the difference?" Old Mrs. Zhang said.

The sound of the boy's footsteps could be heard outside the door.

"Uncle Wan Ping, Feng Zhongcheng has arrived at Mrs. Cheng's door." He put his head in and shouted.

Sure enough, we went!

What choice will he make? Although no choice has a good outcome, there is still a sequence of unlucky events.

At this moment, people who heard the news were speculating and waiting.

Feng Lin got off his horse and looked up at the house.

The snow in front of the door has been swept clean, and many people are gradually coming.

These were not the people who peeked at him along the way. Feng Lin knew that these people were probably those who came to practice calligraphy with his wife.

He took a deep breath and waved his hand.

"Master..." the boy shouted reluctantly, "It's better not to go. You are still sick, so just take care of yourself for a while."

Recuperating from illness is a good excuse. The slower you recover, the longer time passes, and some things will become big and small. At most, you will be ridiculed and ridiculed, but it is better than being in the limelight and fighting with guns and knives, right?

Time is a good thing, it can always heal some things.

Feng Linsu glared at him.

"I will never sacrifice my life for national affairs. Feng Lin has never been someone who hides," he said.

The boy lowered his head helplessly and knocked on the door.

The door opened in response, and a concierge walked out and looked at them.

Feng Lin took a step forward and handed over a greeting card with both hands.

"Feng Lin pays homage to Mrs. Cheng."

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Chapter completed!