Abandoning the Emperor and Paying the World: Peerless Master

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A few months later in late autumn.

With the west wind and the setting sun, the lake surface emits an orange halo, sparkling, quiet and intoxicating.

On the winding and winding bridge, Duanhua stands facing the wind, her complexion is pale and transparent, and her cold eyes are vaguely confused.

"Actually, she didn't do anything wrong." Duanhua looked into the distance and coughed lightly, which caused a burst of pain in his internal organs, and he frowned in a sense of loss. [

"Master..." Uncle Feng wanted to say something for Zixi, but was afraid of self-defeating, he shook off the white fox cloak in his hand, put it on Duanhua's frail shoulders, and remained silent.

Duanhua looked into the distance with his hands behind his back, and his tone was as calm as the wind and clouds, as if he was talking to himself: "At first, I forced her to become a teacher, and then I continued to torture her. Even if she wanted to tell me the truth, she was caught by my means I was too scared to say anything.”

Uncle Feng listened silently.

After Zixi left, they didn't dare to say a word in front of the young master. The young master gradually calmed down because he couldn't find Zixi, and his body was gradually recovering. It's just that if he exercises too much in the next few years, it will directly lead to internal injuries, and it will take a long time. After a long period of recuperation, even if the young master can stop Bi Chen from falling after four years, he may be seriously injured.

If it is possible, the young master will forget about Zi Xi, and Zi Xi should not come back, otherwise, the extra concern will affect each other and distract them.

"Uncle Feng, I have a few questions in my mind that I can't solve. I want to ask you. Answer if you can. It doesn't matter if you can't." Duan Hua looked back at Uncle Feng.

"Excuse me, young master." Uncle Feng became anxious.

Duan Hua pondered for a long time, then asked abruptly: "Does Xi'er like me?"

"Little..." Uncle Feng paused, it was already inappropriate to call him "young master", and he was afraid of causing the young master's resentment if he called him "Miss", so he thought about it and answered directly, "Of course I like the young master."

Duanhua was silent.

The evening breeze is blowing, and the feeling of autumn is strong.

Before Zixi’s future, Suxinzhuang’s life was so quiet, watching the sunrise in the east and watching the sunset in the west, day after day, year after year, without waves, without goals or concerns, life and death are only in the morning and evening In between, life doesn't seem to be too long.

Duanhua pondered and said again: "I'm not asking about this kind of liking."

Uncle Feng was taken aback for a moment, then he was full of doubts, how many types do you like?

Duanhua explained indifferently: "I want to ask women how they like men."