The emotion in Mrs. Feng's eyes was very remorseful, and her eyes were filled with water.
"It was all my fault back then, so I shouldn't have let you go back. You are the daughter of our Feng family, my sweetheart who I have raised for so many years... Now that you have finally come back, you are so unfamiliar with your title."
Feng Yi rarely refuted what he said, and even spoke with a bit of annoyance. His voice was very small, like mumbling, but it was able to make everyone present hear clearly what he was saying.
"Uncle and uncle, I'm so awkward. It's not nice to call me daddy."
The attitudes of Mrs. Feng and General Feng were the most obvious, and they obviously wanted Yifang to change her tune and come back.
Yifang was silent while drinking her drink and did not answer.
The light in Mrs. Feng's eyes gradually dimmed.
General Feng seemed to know Yifang's difficulties.
"It's okay. If you don't change your words, don't change your words. If you don't change your words, we will still be a family, eating food, eating food."
General Feng said this, but under the table, he put his hand on the back of Mrs. Feng's hand, and gradually tightened his grip.
Before drinking, I sighed secretly.
Both of them knew what kind of temperament Yifang was and didn't want to put too much pressure on her.
Especially after Yifang experienced such a tragic marriage, she was treated with much more caution.
Song Yutong entered the atmosphere and suddenly fell down, trying hard to stir up the topic, hoping to rekindle the atmosphere.
After a while, the atmosphere gradually became heated.
Everyone's attention was turned back to the crayfish.
"Tomorrow you will make these crayfish again and sell them in the market. You will also come to my house to attend the Flower Banquet, and at night you will go to the Flower Christmas Festival outside to see the Flower Lady. You must not be divided into eight petals, otherwise there will be no
Are you busy?"
Mrs. Feng was thinking about what Song Yutong had to do and her arrangements for tomorrow.
Suddenly, I felt that Song Yutong was really too busy.
Just one clone, but he has to do a lot of things.
"Sister, don't worry. Next time I have a chance, I will teach you the secret of a time management master."
Song Yutong learned the essence of time management from the originator of practical management masters. As long as the time is arranged well, these things will be easy.
"I think Li Wanrong will come tomorrow. Even if I don't give her an invitation, the Prime Minister's wife can bring her in. I will be busy with various things in the house tomorrow, so you have to be more vigilant and don't let her scheme against you."
Mrs. Feng thought that those who would come tomorrow were not fuel-efficient lamps.
In addition, Li Wanrong and Song Yutong had just become enemies. No one knows whether Li Wanrong will form a clique tomorrow and find a group of little sisters to surround Song Yutong.
If she didn't take care of him and Song Yutong suffered a loss or got hurt, then it would still be her fault.
"Okay, I will remember it."
The moon is high in the sky and the time is getting late.
Thinking that there would be a Hundred Flowers Banquet tomorrow and he needed to get up early, Cheng Hanyan led Song Yutong out of the party early and returned to the mansion.
"Tomorrow Mrs. Feng will invite many powerful women, and the one from Yongbohoufu is the future second prince's concubine. There are countless people who want to please her, and there will always be people who want to please her in the name of it.
Come to bully you, if you are wronged, don't endure it, do you hear me?"
Although Cheng Hanyan knew that Song Yutong's temperament could not endure grievances, he still cared about it being the Feng family's banquet and did not want to cause trouble above.
"I heard, I heard, why have you become more and more verbose in recent days?"
Song Yutong said she was disgusted, but her hands were dishonest, touching her left and pulling her right.
Cheng Hanyan drank a little too much wine, but not only did he not have the stinking smell of drunkenness.
On the contrary, it has a bit of wine aroma, mixed with the fragrance after bathing, it smells very good.
Song Yutong discovered that Cheng Hanyan was really being raised to be more and more mysophobic. The first thing he did when he came back after dinner was to take a shower and change clothes, and he would rinse his mouth after dinner.
He wanted to take a shower four times a day, and Song Yutong seriously doubted whether his skin had been exposed after being washed.
It was only spring and summer had just begun, and the weather was not too hot yet.
It's a fairly cool one.
Even if Song Yutong wanted to take a bath and wash more frequently, she was afraid of catching a cold.
This guy is not afraid of catching cold when he takes a cold shower.
"Will Mingxuan take a nap tomorrow at the Hundred Flowers Banquet? I haven't seen my child for a long time, and I miss her even more now."
Song Yutong's words were a little aggrieved. In the past, when Naituanzi was studying, he could run home every two days.
Now it's like living in the Imperial College, where I can't see him once every ten days and a half.
Song Yutong sometimes felt that she would never see Naituanzi again, fearing that she had long forgotten that she had such a son.
Although there is some exaggeration in this statement, it is actually the truth.
"It depends on the situation. I heard that old antiques from the Imperial College are not given leave." Originally, there was.
It's just that the imperial court has been in turmoil recently, and the Prime Minister's party is as powerful as a demon, and the Hanlin Academy is following the Prime Minister's party.
And the most thankless task for him now is to catch those old antiques from the Hanlin Academy and fight with them, and to achieve real checks and balances under the emperor's instructions.
Cheng Hanyan rubbed his brows thinking of this tiredness.
I don't know if the Naituanzi of the Imperial College will be affected. Now he has really offended several old gentlemen of the Imperial College by his own efforts.
However, inside the Imperial College.
After all, Nai Tuanzi and Jiang Wenxu were assigned to a courtyard. After the evening classes, the two of them went back to their houses.
The minute hand on the court did not cause turmoil in the Imperial Academy.
But wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, not just in the academy.
Naituanzi was walking halfway home from school with his books in his arms when a group of children popped out and blocked his way.
"Are you the son of that newly arrived loyal and brave general? What qualifications does a mud-legged brat have to enter the Imperial College to study, and spend all his time chasing Jiang Wenxu? Do you know that he is the son of Prime Minister Jiang's family, and you two are not from the same group."
Four or five seven or eight-year-old children blocked Nai Tuanzi's path with their hands on their hips.
Naituanzi stood there with his book in his arms, watching the group of people surrounding him.
Shuirun blinked her eyes. She had already experienced the teasing and bullying in Bailu Academy. Faced with this situation, Naitanzi was able to deal with it calmly.
"Get out of the Imperial Academy tomorrow, this is not the place you should be."
After the leader of the children said this, he waved his hand and let several other children snatch the books from Naituanzi's hand.
He tore it into pieces in front of him, and then a group of people came over and beat and kicked Naituanzi.
Naituanzi knew that his two fists were no match for his four hands, so he lay on the ground and let himself be kicked.
Just when this group of people had finished fighting and were ready to leave.
Naituanzi's body suddenly jumped up from the ground, and he rushed towards the leading child and threw him to the ground.