Poor Lady Chapter 80: Convert again

Feng Zhan looked at the bustle in the hall, everyone was chatting, laughing and drinking, but he couldn't blend into it, as if he was isolated from the outside.

The relatives and friends of the Feng family gather together, and there are always various entertainments every year. Feng Zhan has been on a mission to foreign countries all year round, so he is not very used to the customs of his hometown. Coupled with the recent events, he is even more upset, and he just wants to find a quiet place to drink.

After having another drink with the guests, he stood up, apologized to his parents and walked out of the living room. Standing in the cold and quiet garden for a while, Feng Zhan stepped out of the mansion, walked out of the house all the way, wandered alone in the night, and unknowingly walked to the house where Zhuo Fan was temporarily staying.

People around are very lively, talking and laughing from time to time, but Zhuo Fan's house is very quiet.

Is "he" not at home? Feng Zhan wanted to knock on the door, but thinking of Zhuo Fan's indifference towards him, he decided to jump over the wall and enter directly. The walls of private houses are generally only as high as one person, and they can be turned over with a light force.

Both feet landed on the snow, making a slight snow treading sound. Feng Zhan saw Zhuo Fan sitting on the stone steps outside the hall at a glance. "He" was holding the jug on his knees with both hands, leaning his head on the jug, his body shrunk into a ball, and his already thin body looked even smaller .

On New Year's Eve, he was alone. Does "he" have no family?

Feng Zhan walked towards "him" slowly, and found that "he" suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of tears, his face looked fragile, before he could speak, "he" had already flew towards him, with his hands outstretched Hug him tightly.

Feng Zhan's body froze, and he paused on the spot, looking down at the boy in his arms, feeling anxious.

"Zhuo Fan?" He called softly, but the young man leaned quietly in his arms as if he hadn't heard it, his clothes were wet with tears.

Feng Zhan slowly put down his hand hanging in the air, embraced "him", and comforted him silently.

I don't know how long it took, a snowflake fell into the skirt of the clothes, making people shiver uncontrollably.

Feng Zhan patted him on the shoulder, broke the silence and said, "Zhuofan, are you okay? Let's go into the house first, the weather is cold, and it is easy to catch wind and cold if you stay in the courtyard for a long time."

The boy in his arms seemed to froze for a moment. He looked up at him, his expression changed from bewildered to astonished, and then he backed away abruptly: "Why are you?"

Feng Zhan spread his hands and said helplessly, "I just wanted to come and see you, but I was hugged by you as soon as I entered the yard. Who are you waiting for?"

Qi Surong was secretly annoyed, did something wrong with her drinking? He actually mistook him for Jin Yun.

"How do you know that I live here, you sent someone to follow me?"

"Sorry, you always reject me, so I have to act on my own." Feng Zhan walked into the house while talking.

"Wait, I didn't intend to entertain you." Qi Surong followed quickly and stopped him at the door, "Today is New Year's Eve, you are not at home with your parents, what are you doing here?"

"You also know that today is New Year's Eve, so why don't you be happy? Come and drink with me." Feng Zhan ignored "him"'s expression of chasing customers, hugged "him" by the shoulders and held "him" Bring it into the house.

Qi Surong broke away from his hand, took a few steps back, and said displeasedly: "The humble house is poor, I can't afford to entertain Mr. Feng, please leave my house with your honor."

Feng Zhan sat on the kang by himself, then patted the table, and said with a smile: "Don't be like this, aren't you alone too? I've come here, so it's not too heartless to drive people away like this ?”

Qi Surong stood motionless, looking at him quietly.

Feng Zhan picked up the wine warmed over the charcoal fire and poured himself a glass, obviously intending to hold on to the end.

Qi Surong hesitated for a moment, walked over, and sat cross-legged opposite Feng Zhan.

"Zhuo Fan, where is your home? Do you have any relatives at home?" Feng Zhan asked.

"Of course."

"Then why don't you go home in New Year's Eve?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Qi Surong turned his face away and looked out the window.

Feng Zhan stared at the profile of "him", and asked again: "Is it because of Gu Jinyun that you are so indifferent to me?"

Qi Surong was startled, and wanted to veto it, but then changed his mind and changed his mind: "That's right, Brother Gu and his wife are both missing now, so it must have something to do with you."

Feng Zhan smiled wryly: "It really has something to do with me."

Qi Surong didn't expect him to admit it, quite surprised, and said: "What did you do? Where are they now?"

"I don't know." Feng Zhan sighed, "You may not believe it, but I am very confused about what I have done in the past three or four months, which is completely contrary to my usual behavior. I don't want to To shirk responsibility, to do it is to do it, a big mistake has been made, and it is irreparable. Now I just hope that they are safe, otherwise I will definitely feel guilty for the rest of my life."

"He... you really don't know their whereabouts?" Qi Surong confirmed with determination.

"I don't know." Feng Zhan said in a deep voice, "I took Surong away from Gu Jinyun, but I failed to keep her. When I sent someone to look for them, both of them disappeared. They should be Encountered other accidents."

"Other accidents?" Qi Surong muttered to himself. Although Feng Zhan couldn't believe everything she said, she felt that this matter might not be his fault.

"Zhuo Fan," Feng Zhan said suddenly, "Aren't you good at divination? Why do you do divination?"

Qi Surong was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly in her heart, she was really shooting herself in the foot with a stone, how could she have any divination skills?

Wait, although she can't, but her master can! Qi Surong's eyes lit up, and she scolded herself for being stupid, for forgetting about the great Buddha of Master, and for waiting so long foolishly. Thinking about it carefully, the master must have already calculated it, but he never mentioned it. It can be seen that the possibility of Jin Yun's survival is very high. Otherwise, the master wouldn't let her do the work, spending money and effort, obviously thinking that what she did was not meaningless.

Thinking about it this way, Qi Surong suddenly became enlightened, and there was a bit of joy in his brows, like a plum blossom in full bloom, instantly touching.

Feng Zhan stared in a daze, the familiar throbbing hit his heart again. The boy in front of him, like Su Rong, possessed the characteristics that attracted him. From the first time he saw Surong when he was a child, he had deeply engraved her in his heart, and he had been in love with her for many years without changing. He fell in love with Su Rong at first sight, and the same for the young man in front of him... so!

Feng Zhan's heart beat suddenly and he was a little flustered. Although their appearance and temperament are similar, their genders are completely different. How could he have feelings for them at the same time? What's even more sad is that both of them are people he can't get, Su Rong is married as a wife, and Zhuo Fan is a man...

"How? Did you figure out anything?" Feng Zhan asked in order to dispel his terrifying thoughts.

"Well, there are some eyebrows." Qi Surong looked at him, his face softened a little, "Thank you for reminding me."

"What is there to be thankful for? After all, this matter was caused by me. If I can find them, at least I have a chance to make up for it."

"I don't think they need you to make up for anything." Qi Surong said calmly, "As long as you don't hurt them again."

"I'm very jealous of Gu Jinyun, and I'm not reconciled that Surong chose him instead of me." Feng Zhan leaned on the kang and said lightly, "I remember you counted my marriage for me,'Once the sea was too difficult for water, except Wushan is not like the saying ''Infatuation can't be left behind, white-headed and empty alone', these two sentences assert that I will stay alone for the rest of my life, and now it seems that it has come true."

"This statement is wrong." Qi Surong said, "You have a beautiful wife in your family now, how can you stay alone for the rest of your life?"

"But you should know that this marriage is not what I want."

"A gentleman does something and doesn't do something. Now that you are a husband and wife, you should support each other, understand each other, and help each other. As a man, you must take responsibility. If your wife is not at fault, you should respect her and love her. , instead of blaming her and hating her. When you married her, you may have been forced to do so, but it was a decision you made yourself." Qi Surong said slowly, "When I calculated your marriage for you, I said something, 'If you can't force it, it's better to take a small step back', Brother Feng, if you give up a hopeless relationship, you may be able to reap another surprise. Why don't you try it?"

Feng Zhan stared at "him" fixedly, holding the wine glass without moving.

Qi Surong was a little uncomfortable being watched by him, at this moment, firecrackers were fired outside the house, and the dark night sky was illuminated, colorful and lively.

It's a new year.

When the sound of firecrackers faded away, Qi Surong said: "It's getting late, you should go back."

Feng Zhan said slowly: "Can I still come?"

"If I refuse, will you not come?" Qi Surong asked back.

Feng Zhan laughed loudly, regained his usual look, got up and said, "If that's the case, then I'll take my leave."

He turned around and walked out. As soon as he reached the door, he felt dizzy. He quickly held on to the door frame and managed not to fall.

Seeing this, Qi Surong took a few steps forward: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Feng Zhan collected himself and continued to walk outside, but before he could get out of the courtyard, he fell headlong into the snow.

"Feng Zhan!" Qi Surong quickly walked over to check, only to find that he had fallen into a coma.

There was no other way, so I had to drag him back to the house and let him lie on the kang. It's New Year's Eve, and it's late at night, so there must be no doctor to visit.

She checked his forehead and breath with her hands, and there seemed to be nothing unusual. Qi Surong frowned, thinking whether he should report to Feng's family and ask them to pick him up? But she really didn't want to get in touch with the Feng family, they would definitely interrogate her, and it would be very troublesome to explain, and it would be easy to cause complications.

Forget it, let him sleep here for one night first, and make plans tomorrow.

Qi Surong brought him a quilt and helped him change it. Although I have resentment towards him, I can't let him have an accident in my own home.

After setting up Feng Zhan, Qi Surong also went back to his room to rest.

In the middle of the night, when everything was quiet, Feng Zhan, who had been drowsy, suddenly opened his eyes, rubbed his forehead and sat up, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sly smile. He looked up and looked around for a while, and finally his eyes fell on the door of the room where Qi Surong was.

"It's really stupid. I want to give up again and again." Feng Zhan murmured disdainfully.

In the early morning of the next day, Qi Surong woke up from her sleep, tidied up a bit, and after making sure there were no flaws, she went out of the room to check on Feng Zhan's situation, only to find that he had already woken up and was sitting on the kang drinking.

"Are you alright?" Qi Surong asked, "Why did you suddenly pass out yesterday?"

Feng Zhan touched his chest and said, "It's probably a toxic attack."

"Toxic?" Qi Surong was taken aback, "Are you poisoned?"

Feng Zhan shrugged: "Yes, thanks to Gu Jinyun."

Qi Surong had heard from Feng Zhan that Jin Yun had also poisoned him, and he was dubious at first, but he didn't expect it to be true.

"He poisoned you? What poison?"

"I don't know. Anyway, it will happen every few days. I have consulted many doctors, but they can't cure it."

"Is life in danger?"

"Of course. According to Jinyun, I don't think I have much time to live."

Qi Surong was silent and speechless for a moment.

Seeing 'him' like this, Feng Zhan revealed an imperceptible smile, and then said seriously, "I poisoned him before, but now I pay for my life, it's even."

"You don't have to be too pessimistic, this poison may not be unsolvable." Qi Surong was in a complicated mood at this time, both resentful and unbearable, after all, they had known each other since childhood, had a close friendship, and he was kind to her. If Feng Zhan's temperament changed drastically before, it was really a disease, but it is understandable. As long as Jinyun is safe and sound, she can ignore everything.

Qi Surong thought, since she was going to Yunwu Mountain to find her master anyway, she might as well bring Feng Zhan there and let the master diagnose him. With the master's supernatural powers, even if the emperor came in person, there would be nothing he could do.

After making up his mind, Qi Surong said: "Well, I'm going to meet someone today, he may have a way to detoxify you, why don't you go with me."

"Oh?" Feng Zhan asked curiously, "Who is so powerful?"

"You'll know when you get there." Qi Surong didn't want to say much, turned around to get water to freshen up, walked to the door and turned back, "Do you remember to report a letter to your family, so that they don't think something happened to you?"

Feng Zhan smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern."

Looking at Zhuo Fan's figure disappearing at the door, Feng Zhan was in a good mood.

The two of them finished their grooming, had some breakfast, and then hired a carriage to go to Yunwu Mountain.

In the carriage, Feng Zhan sat next to Qi Surong, from time to time he leaned into "his" ear and talked in an intimate manner.

Qi Surong was hindered by her manly attire, so she couldn't show it too clearly, so she could only stay away from him as much as possible.

At this moment, the carriage jolted for a while, Feng Zhan covered his chest with pain on his face.

Qi Surong didn't go to help him, but just stretched out his hands to prevent him from falling.

Feng Zhan suddenly grabbed her arm, as if using her strength to stabilize his figure. The carriage was jolted again, he pulled Qi Surong down with force, and the two of them rolled into a ball.

"Ah!" Qi Surong slammed the back of his head on the wooden board, only to feel dizzy for a while, and there was another man on his body, and it was difficult to breathe.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, when Feng Zhan fell on top of her, his lips brushed against her chin.

"Get up quickly!" Qi Surong pushed him hard.

Feng Zhanchong didn't seem to hear it. He buried his head by her neck and moaned in pain. Most of his body weight was on her body, making her unable to move.

The two were in close contact with each other in an ambiguous posture, Qi Surong didn't know what to do, and his cheeks flushed with anger.

"You..." She turned her head, wanting to tell him to move away, but she didn't want Feng Zhan to raise his head suddenly, and their lips were just touching.

Feng Zhan's eyes darkened, he pretended to have a toxic attack, and bit her lip. Qi Surong let out a cry of pain, and stuck his tongue in.

Qi Surong suddenly turned his face away, and said angrily: "What are you doing?"

Feng Zhan didn't pay any attention to it at all, he just pretended to be in pain, pressed on her body and ate a lot of tofu before he reluctantly moved away.

Seeing him fall to the side, Qi Surong immediately got up and backed away, covered her mouth, and stared suspiciously at Feng Zhan.

Feng Zhan said weakly: "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend."

Qi Surong didn't say a word.

He said again: "Anyway, they are all men, at worst I will let you kiss me back next time."

Qi Surong turned his head away, and stopped looking at him with a cold face.

Feng Zhan lay on the floor and licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue. Well, it tastes good, no wonder "he" can't forget it? This young man is slender, very comfortable to hold, and his skin is smooth. The expression that looks like anger is really attractive.

Qi Surong is already married as a woman, and it takes a lot of effort to have a happy life, but Zhuo Fan is different, he is a man, even if he gets married in the future, it will not hinder him. There are many opportunities for them to meet, and they can have fun with them at any time. But he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so he wanted to try to seduce him first, if he could win his heart, it would be a matter of course.

Two hours later, the carriage arrived at the foot of Yunwu Mountain. Feng Zhan took the initiative to pay, and then followed Zhuo Fan up the mountain.

He looked around, secretly wondering what kind of expert would be on this Yunwu Mountain? What is the relationship between Zhuo Fan and this person?

After a while, the two arrived halfway up the mountain, where there was a small mountain village. Yun Youzi lived in the northeast corner of the small mountain village. This place was originally used for hunters to rest.

"Master." Qi Surong called out from outside the door, but there was no response for a long time, she pushed it open and entered, the room was empty.

"He probably went out, let's wait in the yard." Qi Surong asked Feng Zhan to sit in the yard, while he went to the kitchen to boil water.

Feng Zhan looked at the dilapidated wooden house in front of him and frowned. It's really hard to imagine any high-level person living in such a dilapidated place. The slums in the capital are neater and more spacious than this.

But he didn't know that Yun Youzi had just arrived here and hadn't gotten to know the villagers well, so there was no one to help him rest the house.

Qi Surong boiled water, made tea, and sat in the courtyard with Feng Zhan to wait.

Feng Zhan casually picked up the teacup and took a sip, then a surprise flashed in his eyes, he looked at the tea in the cup, the color of the tea was fresh and tender, the tea was clear and the aroma was pleasant. He has traveled to many countries, and he thinks he is well-informed, but he has never drank such a high-grade green tea.

"What kind of tea is this?" Feng Zhan asked.

Qi Surong replied: "Qingwu tea is made by Yun Youzi, the owner here, and it is unique in the world."

"It's really different." Ordinary tea is fragrant, but it's not as refreshing as this tea, which makes people refreshed.

After tasting this tea, Feng Zhan put away his contempt and became really curious about this master Yun Youzi.