"Emotional Chapter" Feng Yilang's Winter 3.

凤一郎 sighed. This tone naturally came from Donggu's passing.

Feng Yilang took a deep breath, barely maintaining his composure, gritting his teeth and saying:

During these months, he has already changed three masters, and each master has already stopped teaching him something happened. The day before yesterday, Fengchun even invited a former official to give a lecture.

Hello, Ichiro, take a good rest. After saying that, he walked out with a dejected look.

Do you remember the story of Hou Yi shooting down nine suns?

However, in recent years, the fortunes of the Ruan family have been poor. Mr. Ruan and the Foreign Affairs Manager died while doing business abroad. Following that, Ruan Woqiu was poisoned and blinded. He was not foolish and naturally understood that it was because of his own upright character.

A head of silver hair and snow-white skin, still standing out in the crowd. But he has learned to put on a facade, facing the ignorant gazes and the slip of the tongue "old man" with a smile.

You'd better not go in, so as not to upset the old man.

All of a sudden, Huai Ning flew to his side and both of them exerted all their strength to hold her. She didn't notice for a moment, and the three of them fell into the bushes at the same time.

It's a dream, it's a dream! Feng Yilang repeated incessantly, comforting himself.

"Am I the main reason?" Feng Yilang asked suspiciously, looking at the old-fashioned child who didn't speak much.

He thinks, he is intelligent, right?

Miss, with Fengchun present, why bother going over? How about I tell you another story?

Even if he refuses to show weakness, God has already crushed him under his feet!

Upon waking up early, his spirits finally improved somewhat.

Feng Yilang asked vigilantly, "What thing?"

The small body in my arms jumps agilely and runs out of the bushes.

She thought for a moment, nodded and said, "That's right."

On the table is her messy transcription of "The Book of Rites: The Rites of Propriety." Her handwriting is ugly. She has been taught several times how to hold a brush, but she still can't write well.

Feng Yilang pursed his lips, annoyed by her meddling. Every time Dongfang Fei came, he was always accompanied by a large group of warriors. Dong Gu was straightforward and impulsive, and it was difficult to guarantee that there wouldn't be any conflicts. As long as Dongfang Fei had the intention, the Ruan family could disappear from Yongchang City at any time.

By the way, I need to have a talk with Fengchun later.

... ... Ichiro, I don't understand... ... Isn't Dongfang Fei a bad person? Shouldn't bad people face consequences?

Trembling with fear, he let out a low cry, almost losing his soul. As he looked closely, he saw a hunchbacked old man with a small face hanging low by the bedside, holding a warm teacup with his small hands raised high.

"Do you think there are really good rewards for good people and bad people will definitely receive bad karma?" He vented, cursing, "You are born with a silver spoon, never experienced hardship, never had to gnaw on tree roots! You simply don't understand the ways of the world! The era of peace and prosperity is just a deception. Ruan Woqiu is upright and serves the people, but who will remember him in the end? If Dongfang Fei seals the Ruan residence, who will stand up for him? Only with power and influence can one uphold the right path in the world, do you understand? Understand?" The era of peace and prosperity is just a deception. Ruan Woqiu is upright and serves the people, but who will remember him in the end? If Dongfang Fei seals the Ruan residence, who will stand up for him? Only with power and influence can one uphold the right path in the world, do you understand? Understand?

What is the meaning of the Lord granting him such intelligence?

Fengchun said that Yilang is sick, so I came to keep watch. Yilang, are you thirsty? The doctor said you woke up and must be thirsty. You should drink a few more cups of water.

Ichiro, brother! The white-haired Xiaodong responded loudly.

No problem, I will wait outside the Autumn Courtyard. I'll accompany Fengchun to get the prescription when she comes out.

She looked puzzled. After a while, she asked softly:

The young master's eyes have not yet recovered, so of course he won't notice the young lady. If you call out to him, he will know that you are present.

He was not surprised by his thoughts about her and replied perfunctorily, "It will happen sooner or later. Does the miss still want to hear a story?"

Mr. Feng Yilang at the mansion, with white hair and fair skin, and blue eyes sensitive to light, can be said to be different from ordinary people. It was a clearly aged voice, but it came from the mouth of Huaining.

东方非盯着她一会儿 , 认出她的长相 , 哼声道 :

The official couldn't make ends meet, so he had to sell his position and return to his hometown to teach.

Remember!" She recited with full spirit, "The path of the Great Way is for the world to share. Select the capable and virtuous, practice sincerity and harmony. Do not only favor your own relatives, nor only cherish your own children. Provide for the aged, employ the able-bodied, and teach and nourish the young. Care for the widowed, lonely, disabled, and sick - all must be provided for. Men have their share, women have their place to return to...". As she recited to the end, her voice grew quieter and quieter.

Upon hearing this, he was almost infuriated and couldn't help but curse in pain:

What happened? Feng Yilang, with sharp eyes and quick hands, caught the maid who fell out of the door and asked anxiously, "Did something happen to Miss?"

His inferiority complex often appears in his dreams, even though he knows Miss Qi is ignorant, he is afraid that one day she will look at him with disgust!

You're staying here in the middle of the night, it's boring to just stay here, you might as well go back to your room...

Okay, miss, do you remember the passage I taught you to recite from "The Book of Rites: The Rites of Propriety" last time?

Why not eat meat paste? For her, it was really too heavy. Even if she lived her whole life as a minor emperor in Jin dynasty, who in the household would dare to make a sound?

Why? Just because she had an argument with the master? He was somewhat annoyed. Now is a troublesome autumn in the Ruan Mansion, why is she still causing trouble? Even if it's for him... He gritted his teeth and involuntarily quickened his pace to find her.

She responded, "Ichiro is gray-haired, I have known for a long time."

"Adult!" Feng Chun hurriedly walked past three children and out of the woods. "I am the commoner Feng Chun."

He is mentally prepared, and under no circumstances will he ever abandon the Ruan family.

So it's you, the female steward of the Ruan Mansion. You've come at the right time. Take me to see the plaque of 'Haoran Zhengqi'. I want to see if it has gathered dust over the past year, or if it has tilted.

He wiped his face and was going to go back to sleep, but he couldn't stand wasting things due to his nature, so he got out of bed and put out the candle on the table.

The young man was dressed in brocade, wearing a jade crown. There was a hint of wickedness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, although his face appeared pleasant. However, his phoenix-like eyes revealed sharpness, and anyone with discerning eyes could tell that this young man had a cruel and cunning nature.

Nonsense! I am a fool, and it's not something that happened overnight. I was like this before Brother Yilang came. As a master, it should be a joy to see your student surpassing you in talent. Why talk behind his back? If the master has already "something happened", and taught it to Brother Yilang, shouldn't you be proud?

... Miss, she's too much. Feng Yilang lowered his gaze. This kind of thing he often encounters, why should that straightforward Miss get angry for him?

Miss being able to carry it here, is already remarkable. He praised.

However, precisely because he possessed a wealth of knowledge, he truly understood that no matter how hard he struggled in this world, he would never be as good as a well-born but foolish nobleman.

Feng Yilang closed his eyes and twirled a strand of his own white hair.

He sighed and said, "Miss, you are the mistress, and I am just a servant. You don't need to try to please me."

The knowledge acquired over the years is like a key that unlocks his wisdom one by one. Often, the methods he inadvertently thinks of are marvelled at by others, and he easily sees through what others are thinking, without exception.

Feng Yilang finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his face.

The maid looked up and was about to speak. When she saw it was him, she screamed again and repeatedly avoided his support.

He deliberately slowed down and took the time to finish speaking over a cup of tea.

Phoenix has been cultivating him in this way, there must be a reason behind it, but she just refuses to say.

Her back looks like a shrunken old person, but this time he couldn't laugh.

She lifted her small face and whispered:

Ichiro, I think I'll go sneak a peek at my elder brother's eyes. Maybe this time there's really hope.

No, Miss, most famous doctors do not like to be disturbed by outsiders!

Back then, there were ten suns in the sky, so even the people hiding in the corners could feel the warmth. However, the world always ignores the minority. Hou Yi shot down nine suns, and the people who used to stand under the sun every day were happy, but those in the corners could only live in darkness forever. Do you understand?

Feng Yilang has never approached Dongfang Fei before. Today, upon seeing him, he felt a chill all over his body.

It's my fault. Miss, you're so young, of course you don't understand these principles. You will understand in the future when you grow up...

However, there began to be a concept of hierarchy between master and servant, and his eyes were full of contempt...

As he walked through the door of knowledge, he also discovered that his intelligence far surpassed that of ordinary people. After the teacher finished the lecture, he had a thorough understanding of it, and even applied the knowledge to other areas. He knew when to stop talking immediately when he noticed the teacher's displeasure.

Body and skin, received from parents, dare not harm, the beginning of filial piety. With the demeanor of an adult shaking his head, he floated away with the footsteps of a martial artist.

Only once, he heard Fengchun whisper:

He smiled and said bitterly:

He remained calm and composed, changed the subject, and softly said:

Since Miss is not hungry yet, let me tell you a few stories... Miss, why are you staring at me like that? She should have been used to his unusual appearance a long time ago.

At this time, she and Huaining should still be studying in the study, right? During the year, she spends half a year studying and practicing calligraphy in the mansion. Her learning speed is a bit slow, but as long as he has free time, he will definitely accompany her, take note of the teacher's progress, and teach her slowly later. ... Just right, now he can understand her progress... ... Thinking of this, he quickened his pace and walked along the shady path.

He entered the study, and before his eyes was a scene of chaos. The master's angry scolding and Fengchun's apology could faintly be heard from the study.

Yilang, brother. At the door of the study, a lovely little head peeks in.

Miss, did you see it?

I don't know. Huaining opened his eyes and said coldly, "There are only Manager Feng and Master Lao in there."

Ruǎn Dōng suddenly stopped and turned to look at him.

Although he could seek medical treatment from a doctor, he would rather save the money if possible. As a foster son of Fengchun, he has three meals a day, enough to eat and drink, and can read books at will. He already feels blessed by heaven to have his own room. If he were to enjoy the treatment of a young master, he would be afraid of gossip and divine punishment.

I want to hear the story that Brother Yilang mentioned last time, about how every household keeps their doors wide open and there are no thieves!

The subject that Feng Chun asked him to teach is the ecology of officialdom.

Her elder brother served the country and the people, but did not have a good ending. She doesn't understand, really doesn't understand!

After the story concluded, she still felt unsatisfied and nostalgically said:

Fortunately, Feng Yilang is somewhat intelligent, so he was able to find a glimmer of hope from the vague hints in Huaining. Is the young lady intentionally trying to harm herself?

The heavens bestowed upon him innate talent, yet also bestowed upon him a peculiar physique, and bestowed upon him the lowest possible birth in this world.

Feng Yilang has sharp eyes and quick hands. He quickly covered her small mouth, and a young and handsome man came out from the courtyard.

Her face blushed, and she really wanted to protest to him: "Ichiro is Ichiro, what does it have to do with his hair?"

He came to his senses, put down the book with a pleasantly surprised look on his face, and said:

What about Huaining?

How can she understand his feelings? He is already fifteen years old. Over the years, he has worked hard to survive, but the thought of having to continue living with this abnormal appearance makes him so miserable that he almost wishes to start over again!

Feng Yilang sighed and said softly:

Feng Yilang was stunned, immediately realizing that Huaining was imitating the master's tone inside the house. He had never known that the sleepy-eyed Huaining in class actually had such a talent.

He had already become suspicious, but did not question Fengchun about it. Ruan Woqiu had already resigned from his official position, and there was no one in the government who could go to Beijing for the imperial examination. Fengchun couldn't possibly ask him to take the exam, could she?

She said happily :.

Ruan Dong looked confused and bewildered.

After I became blind in both eyes, every autumn, the officials from the Eastern Court would bring renowned doctors to my residence.

Ichiro, Donggu was born in the Ruan family and feels very happy. There is an elder brother, Fengchun, Huaining, and also Ichiro. However, it seems that Ichiro doesn't like Donggu because she is a precious daughter. Can't Donggu just be Donggu?

Ruan Dong heard the words; her originally upright and confident little body automatically shrunk into a dried-up old man. Even if she were stupid, she knew that Yilang was preparing to force her to study.

Ruan Dong looked at him for a long time, and suspicion arose in his heart. Just now, Feng Chun seemed to be hiding something, and when Yilang Ge was telling a story, he was also absent-minded. She saw all these things, but didn't think much about them. Now, upon careful consideration...

Feng Yilang was almost frightened out of his wits when he heard this. If Dong Gu met Dongfang Fei and offended him, Ruan Mansion might be accused of offending a court official.

Where is the young lady? Did she hide? No, she often annoys the master of the house, but she never avoids punishment.

The young lady is petite, but she has a remarkably fast pace. It's quite exhausting to chase after her, and I can't shout out to her.

Miss, when did you come back?

A thick stack of paper, all of which she had transcribed by memory. He could imagine she had spent at least two hours here.

"Yilang, it's been half a year, and you've grown taller." It's really unfair. Clearly, Yilang used to be just a little taller than her, but now she has to stand on a stool to be as tall as him.

In a daze, he had a dream where the young lady grew up and understood the ways of the world, becoming a sensible and reasonable young lady.

Where are you running to? This is not like the behavior of a mature person. If there is a mistake, she will admit it. It is one of her good qualities.

Regardless of whether it is the Ruan family or the Fengchun family, they have been extremely kind to him. Although the contract of indenture was torn up when he recognized her as his mother, she still gives him a red envelope during festivals and holidays. He has no worries about food and clothing, so he sends the red envelope back to his hometown intact.

Perhaps. After a pause, he smiled and asked, "Alright, miss, what story would you like to hear?"

Ichiro, I don't understand. If the common people in the corner have hands and feet, why don't they come out?

After combing his hair, he gazed at the white hair and snow-like face in the mirror that would never change. Without saying a word, he changed his clothes and prepared to apologize.

She is a young lady from a wealthy family, living a smooth-sailing life. How could she understand? How could she understand?

The fourteen-year-old boy, well-versed in literature, is no longer the thin and weak child he once was.

During the day, he chased the young lady under the scorching sun. Her recklessness frightened him, causing him to break out in a cold sweat and catch a slight cold. As night fell, he went to bed early.

Due to his integrity, it is impossible for the Ruan family to make a comeback.

Miss! How annoying!

She awkwardly touched her nose and said:

If you have hands and feet, why don't you come out? What's the difference between what you're saying and "why not eat meat porridge"? This is the difference between you being a young lady and me being a servant! Miss, you grew up in an environment where everyone pities you. How could you understand the psychology of a beggar? You have black hair, how could you understand the pain of a young man with white hair?

Thinking of this, he tried his best to remain calm and said:

She looked at him, her small face filled with confusion.

He is well aware that Miss will not mind his offense last night, but Fengchun minds, and he also minds.

Feng Yilang was afraid that she would get tired from holding it, so he quickly sat up and took the cup.

Will I be as tall as Ichiro when I am fifteen?

Where else can he go?

Ichiro, it would be great if our dynasty could do the same.

He reads for one year, which is equivalent to others studying hard for ten years.

Then she ran away. Huaining regained her composure and said flatly.

Feng Chun called her over, surely to keep this impulsive young lady here.

She had heard the story of "Why not eat meat porridge". When Ichiro said this, it was equivalent to implying that she was the same as Emperor Jin Huidi who was ignorant of the suffering of the people.

"Doctor, doctor, what qualifies you to enter the Imperial Hospital? In ten days, I will return. If I don't hear the good news I want, you don't need to come back to the capital. I will buy you a good piece of land in Yongchang!" The young man raised his eyebrows and glanced towards the bushes lazily, asking, "Who is there spying?"

She asked me a question, and then I gave her something.

She looked at him and didn't say anything more, focusing on listening to the legendary story that she never tired of hearing.

The student is dull and does not know where my eldest brother has offended the master. His appearance is indeed different from ordinary people, but has he ever been disrespectful to the master? Has he ever harmed the master? Or has he insulted the master behind his back?

She shook her head. "Big brother must be upset now, so I better not bother him."

Where did the famous doctor come from? Feng Yilang wondered to himself, then whispered to himself, "Dongfang Fei is here!"

Please follow me, sir.

Ruan Dong looked at him for a while and whispered:

Ruan Dong, out of curiosity, looked at him for a while, then brought a chair in front of him, jumped onto it, and met his doubtful gaze.

Miss, it's late at night. You should go back. Everyone has their own fate, and the heavens are inherently unfair. Tomorrow, the teacher will come to give a lecture.

"Brother Yilang, I am a fool, and you know that. I hate studying. I don't understand what the master teaches, and I can't even write a good article. If only I had Yilang's intelligence and talent." She envied him, with a hint of pride in her tone.

Honest Ruan Woqiu, as an official, is impartial and does not consider personal relationships. Now that both of his eyes are blind and he has resigned from his position, who will still remember the old feelings? The one with the most power in the government now is Fengchun, but she is, after all, a woman, and Miss Ruan is too young. As for the future of the Ruan family...

What if you catch up with her?" He was both angry and resentful, losing control and cursing: "You have provoked the wrath of Dongfang Fei. The Ruan family will not have a good ending!"

If she grows up, will she understand the pain in Ichiro's heart? If she grows up, will she no longer anger Ichiro? She hates being a rich man's daughter. Every time Ichiro mentions these four words, his expression is filled with resentment.

Huaining never looked at Feng Yilang from beginning to end, and continued to imitate Ruan Dong's tone, saying:

In the chaotic chase, he caught a glimpse of Huaining approaching from the corner, but he had no time to spare. The autumn courtyard was ahead, and he had struggled so hard to catch her, but her momentum was too fast, and he was far weaker than her... Just a little bit more!

Huaining has always been silent and reticent, and Feng Yilang knows it. Instead of waiting for this child to explain the truth, it's better for him to go to the study and ask for the details.

Huaining shook his head with a mature demeanor, walked out of the pavilion, looked into the distance, and said with a heavy heart:

This year's first autumn breeze has just started, and the scorching summer sun has not yet faded away. He gritted his teeth and endured the blazing heat as he chased after it.

He gritted his teeth and stared at the article she was silently writing, his vision gradually becoming blurred...

She is born into a wealthy family and has been accustomed to a comfortable life since childhood. Even if she hurts herself, it won't be too serious. Amazingly... a scream pierced through his thoughts. His heart skipped a beat, and he rushed towards Huaining's small room, disregarding the scorching sun.

Ichiro brother...

Miss, actually all my stories come from books. If you read books attentively, you won't need to listen to my stories, and you will also have a wealth of stories.

"Your Excellency, I am incompetent. When Lord Ruan was poisoned back then, he did not seek immediate medical treatment. Even if the toxins have been eliminated now, it is already too late..." The imperial physician shook his head.

All of a sudden, he woke up in a fright.

"Don't chase!" he shouted involuntarily.

She is not inside.

Feng Yilang's heart shook. Isn't this young lady quite foolish? How could she see through some of his thoughts?

Three years later

Think! Think! I want to listen to Lord Qingtian.

"Miss, what are you doing here?" he exclaimed.

He maintained a gentle smile and said, "What's so good about someone like me?" He instinctively touched his white hair and added, "Miss was born in the Ruan Mansion, which is equivalent to my intelligence. Moreover, Miss is not a fool, just sometimes lacks focus."

Feng Yilang saw Huaining hiding in the pavilion and asked politely:

Upon thinking about this, he smiled discreetly.

There is another version of this story. Miss, every morning when you get up, there is a sun shining on you every day. But when you walk into the corner of the house, the sun cannot shine on you, right?

It's only natural that I'm tall. I'm almost fifteen this year. If I were short, how could I take care of a lady?

Needless to say, the young lady has once again provoked the skilled master.

Miss, you are a precious gem, you shouldn't stay up late to take care of me!

He widened his eyes in fright at the "...".

I came back in the morning, just went to see my eldest brother... She smiled slightly, and said with disappointment: "My eldest brother didn't notice me."

"What's wrong with the eldest brother?" she blurted out, seeing a strange look on Yilang's face, she panicked and ran towards the autumn courtyard.

"Physician, is there any hope for saving Brother Woqiu's eyes?" Dongfang Fei asked with a smile, not holding a folding fan.

If he had been a farmer all his life and never realized his intelligence, he would not have any resentment or dissatisfaction.

He was hungry, so he went to the kitchen to eat. Fengchun said that a famous doctor came to see his eldest brother, and it was inconvenient for her to be in the Autumn Courtyard, so she asked me to come and find Langge.

Feng Yilang averted his gaze, wanting to laugh out loud but not wanting to hurt her feelings. So he picked up her small and soft body and placed it on the chair behind the desk.

Feng Yilang was not surprised and smiled, saying:

His facial features still carry a hint of youthfulness, but due to his long-term immersion in scholarly pursuits, his temperament has gradually stabilized. On several occasions when there were some issues in the government office, he was the first to come up with a solution to overcome the difficulties. The servants also looked at him with some respect in their eyes.

Does Ichiro hate her? She really wants to ask, but she doesn't dare to.

The East is no longer smiling as before, but the tone has become cold and gloomy, saying:

Feng Yilang suddenly felt something was wrong and no longer paid attention to the maid who couldn't speak. He hurriedly rushed into the room.

"Elder Yi Lang said." She also recited this story to Huai Ning. Although Huai Ning always looked bored, she thought that Huai Ning was listening. "Elder Yi Lang said, a long time ago, there were ten suns bullying the people on the land, so the heroes among the people volunteered to come forward and shot down nine of the suns."

He had noticed long ago that since the day he recognized Feng Chun as his stepmother, she had never taken the initiative to hug him again.

Fengchun was extremely delighted about this and brought various books for him, even using her own money, while also inviting several masters to teach him.

She quickly jumped off the chair and said:

Not only does Feng Yilang have an exceptional appearance, but he is also only fourteen years old, and his intelligence is beyond that of the world. I suspect that his appearance is possessed by a ghost or a god! Miss Ruan, your aptitude is poor, perhaps you have been harmed by him!" said the teacher in a voice.

Drenched in sweat.

He sighed quietly, about to enter the room to apologize, when suddenly a sound came from...

May your future be in the palace, and never leave anywhere else.

Just because he accompanied her to study for a few years, does she value him so much?

"Winter is not boring." She pointed to the four treasures of the study on the desk and said with a bit of grievance, "Fengchun said that since I made Langge angry, I have to please you. I think if I haven't memorized the 'Li Yun' of 'Li Ji' well during the day, I will be able to memorize it by writing it a few more times." As soon as she thought of having to continue writing, she felt like hunching over again.

When I grow up to be as old as Ichiro, will the things you said become the truth of winter?