Qin Feng coughed lightly, then smiled slightly. "Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate. Jiaojiao, before I died, the thing I was most worried about was you. You're not young anymore, it's time for you to find someone to rely on."
Song Jiao was somewhat touched, but she didn't want to get married.
"It's better to rely on your elder brother than your husband."
My brother is in poor health and needs someone to take care of him. How can I only think about my own romantic feelings?
I've made up my mind. I'll never get married in this lifetime. From now on, wherever my brother goes, I'll go.
She felt that it was a great blessing that her brother's life could be saved from his illness.
It seems there's no hope of ever getting cured in this lifetime.
That's why she wanted to stay with her brother.
Although she was not a free agent, the girl had a kind heart.
"Jiaojiao, what kind of talk is that? Who said that you can't stay with your brother after you get married? Seeing you get married happily is your brother's last wish."
Song Jiao shook her head, "No, all I want to do in this life is stay with my brother."
Qin Feng shook his head and said nothing more.
Just then, not far away, a woman in a bright red cloak and a man in navy blue returned from the alleyway.
They were newlyweds, deeply in love.
Looking at the figure ahead, Qin Feng couldn't help but think of the couple he had encountered outside Shuangxi Pavilion in Huaiyuan that day.
He took a good look at Qiu Dafu's resolute face, and gave a self-deprecating smile.
"So it was him."
What a coincidence! What a coincidence!
He recognized him.
It was this man on Huaiyuan Street who rescued the Huaiyuan Prefect from under his knife.
It's not hard to imagine that he was also responsible for the prison break back then.
He slowly stepped forward, smiled at Qiu Dafu, clasped his hands in greeting, and asked:
"What is your relationship with Qiu Yan?"
Qiu Dafu: "I am Xiaoyan's second uncle."
Qin Feng suddenly realized: "Second Uncle Qiu, it's been a long time."
I thought he looked familiar, but it's all his fault for misleading me with his illusions.
Neither of them, uncle and nephew, are easy to deal with.
Qiu Dafu nodded, thinking to himself, "They weren't familiar with each other before, so how could it be a long time?"
He had only seen this person when the Baiyang Courtyard was being sold.
The same feeling as before; the man's demeanor was familiar, but he just couldn't quite place him.
"Xiaoyan said you suffered severe internal injuries from hunting." He knew that simply hunting wouldn't have resulted in such serious injuries.
Qin Feng gave the impression of being weak and sickly, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.
Qin Feng nodded: "Exactly."
Having said that, his gaze fell on Jiang Liu, who was standing beside Qiu Dafu.
"Uncle Qiu is so lucky." How did Qiu Dafu even fall for this fickle woman?
"It's snowing. You're not feeling well, so don't run around." Qiu Dafu pulled Jiang Liu aside, blocking Qin Feng's view.
"Okay, I'll listen to Uncle Qiu and go back to my room now."
After a brief encounter, Jiang Liu inexplicably felt that Qin Feng possessed an inherent sinister quality that made her dislike him.
Back home, she asked Qiu Dafu, "Who exactly is the man Xiaoyan saved? He looks familiar. Do you know his identity?"
Qiu Dafu slowly shook his head, "Xiaoyan has always known how to behave properly. She has her reasons for keeping this person."
Jiang Liu agreed, nodding as she continued, "Bai Lu seems to care about him a lot. Da Fu, Yu Mei said before that Bai Lu once tried to hurt Xiao Yan, but later, for some reason, she was taken in as Xiao Yan's maid."
Qiu Dafu's heart tightened slightly as he looked in Qin Feng's direction.
"Liu'er, don't you think he looks a lot like someone?"
Jiang Liu asked in confusion, "Who?"
Qiu Dafu leaned closer to Jiang Liu and whispered, "Huaiyuan, that masked man."
Jiang Liu pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up, "It's him!"
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