Feng Mansion faces north and south, with a red lacquered lacquer gate hanging on it, with a plaque of golden nanmu, and four large gilded characters "Fengwu Xing Wei" written on it.

There were two nine-foot-high stone lions on the left and right in front of the door, and a row of stout men stood under each of the lions.

Mr. Can hasn't come back yet, and I don't know where he went and is melancholy and drunk.

Recently, this strange old man often comes back late for no reason, and the wife of the Feng family never asks about it. Maybe he feels guilty.

A beautiful woman in her thirties was standing at the gate of the Feng family. When she saw Young Master Feng coming, she gusts of wind swaying to greet her.

Smile:

"Yeah, where did Master Feng go to find flowers and ask about willows?"

Feng Qingyang was taller than her and he was able to hold his pretty shoulders.

"Looking for a willow, there is no one in Fengyang City that can attract attention from you."

The beautiful woman smiled and reached out to pinch Master Feng's face, and suddenly said seriously:

"There are also pretty girls named Mao Liu in our Dafengyang? I really want to go and inquire tomorrow."

"Why, are you jealous?"

"You little, unscrupulous, fell in love with the girl named Mao again, of course I'm jealous."

The two of them walked into Feng Mansion like a pair of warm little lovers as if no one was around.

The slaves seemed to be used to it and all dispersed.

The beautiful woman leaned on Young Master Feng’s shoulder like a bird dependent on others, raised her eyebrows and said:

"Master Feng, how much money did you lose today?"

Young Master Feng habitually curled the corners of his mouth and said:

"No more, no more, five thousand taels."

"Haha, when did Young Master Feng learn to live? I brought eight thousand taels of money last time I went out."

"Oh, it's boring to spend money. I just met a madman and said that I was a reincarnation of a god, and I beat him up."

"What they are right is that you, Master Feng, is the reincarnation of a god. When I was a child, I calculated your fortune and said that you were a boy who was scattered in heaven. Unfortunately, there was too much money at home, and you could never lose it."

"Yes, now I want to vomit when I see silver."

"With that woman, I won't vomit too, either. I think the girl from the Liu family is good."

Young Master Feng suddenly pulled down his face and complained:

"Mom, why did you mention this again?"

The beautiful woman immediately smiled and said:

"Okay, okay, I won't tell you anymore. Your father has something to do to find you, go quickly."

This beautiful woman is the enthusiastic and unrestrained Mrs. Feng. She is in her forties and looks ten years younger because of her skill in maintaining her.

More than 20 years ago, she was also a beautiful beauty. At that time, the person who came to the house to propose marriage broke into the house, but she was only moved by Feng Jianchen's destruction sword.

Putting aside the male child, the female child in the Feng Mansion is all talented and beautiful. Mrs. Feng carefully selected and trained herself, and some are still ladies from a family. The Feng Mansion spared no expense to raise the whole family and the young family in the family and did nothing.

Just to make Young Master Feng, who despises everything, open up the bridal chamber, who likes anyone else, he can enter the bridal chamber on the spot.

But such painstaking efforts are counterproductive, which makes Master Feng tired of aesthetics and has no beauty in the world.

The wife of the Feng family is also an enlightened master. If some girls get married at the age of marriage and have a good husband, the Feng family will open the door and send them away like marrying their daughters. There is really a lot of money and nowhere to spend it. Of course, the premise is that Young Master Feng doesn't like it.

There are about a dozen such women in Ding's house, who are happy and willing to see money because of their family's decline. But to outsiders, it is difficult for the Feng family to be strong, and a big tree attracts wind.

Young Master Feng is not a heartless person. He would also make a few jokes when he met someone who was about to be breeze and was about to be graceful.

"Yeah, Sister Hongyu has a few more taels of meat on her body. Look, those two flowers are coming."

"Master Feng, what flowers are blooming?"

"Brillustration, haha."

“…It’s so annoying.”

...

Feng Jianchen sat upright in the lobby of Feng Mansion. He had just reached the age of knowing destiny, but his hair was completely white.

There is no way, there is an unfilial son who castrates himself and refuses marriage, so who doesn’t worry about it?

Feng Qingyang walked in swayingly and bowed and said:

"My uncle has met my father."

This is his habitual claim, just like the smile that despises all things. He is only for a few loyal elders, and the old and disabled.

Feng Jianchen nodded and signaled to say in front of me that the uncle was fine.

"My son, please sit down." Since the incident of castration, the old father has become more and more polite to his unfilial son.

Feng Qingyang disliked the fact that there were a few grains of sand and dust on the chair. He took a few steps and generously picked up a pair of unfolded calligraphy and paintings from the table beside him. He returned to the original place to roll the calligraphy and paintings, slapped the chair like a broom, and threw it on the ground, then sat down.

Mr. Feng frowned slightly. That painting was a masterpiece of Tang Boxiong, a master of calligraphy and painting today. He just found it from an old friend and the market value is 8,000 taels of silver.

"Dad, you seem unhappy." Feng Qingyang said with concern for the first time.

"No...no, Fengsha narrowed his eyes." Mr. Feng lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, then raised his head and smiled:

"How much money did my son spend today?"

Feng Qingyang stretched out a hand.

"Have you hit someone?"

Feng Qingyang nodded.

"Well, my father knows that my son will not bully people casually. They must have bullied you. It's good that no one can live. As long as my son is happy..."

Mr. Feng coughed a few times, as if he had a great courage, and said again:

"I have been the elders of my father and have abandoned my sword for many years, but my power is still there. Just now, the Lord Murong City sent someone to send a letter stating that the martial arts conference in Yunfeng in the spring of the year, regardless of the sect, big and small swords, and we asked our Feng Mansion to attend. You also know that although the old leader of the Jianmen Zhuge became stronger that day, the talents of the disciples had withered, and several disciples who had accomplished died for no reason. With his own strength, it is difficult for him to achieve success in this martial arts conference. The position of the leader of the martial arts alliance is afraid that the position of the leader of the martial arts army will fall into the hands of others..."

"Dad, what do you want to say!" Feng Qingyang said impatiently.

Mr. Feng smiled and said carefully:

"In this martial arts conference, the old leader Zhuge sincerely invited all sects in Fengyang to gather in Tianyun Peak to gather in Tianjian Sect, and even if he was defeated, he would not be too embarrassed. The immortal sword in his hand naturally wanted to stay in the hands of our Fengyang people. In his early years, he often relied on the name of Tianjian Sect to avoid many disasters. The letters of the Lord Murong also mentioned that you would go too. Look... do you want it... to give Lord Murong a face..."

"It turns out that I want to trick me into practicing sword again." Feng Qingyang stood up suddenly and said with shameless words:

"Dad, you know that I have been sealing the sword for many years and have long stopped asking about the affairs of the world. Even though Zhuge's old man knew that there was no hope of winning the title of the Tianjian Sect, he still wanted ten thousand swords to come to pay his respects. Isn't this asking for death? Isn't it really a mess. Don't mention anything like this in the future, otherwise I'd rather be a monk and say goodbye."

Feng Qingyang shook his face and left.
Chapter completed!