Such a heart-to-heart conversation moved Feng Hongluan deeply. What Hong Yan experienced was far beyond her imagination.
He cherishes brotherhood.
In order to maintain this friendship, he even went so far as to destroy his image.
He was afraid of repeating the fate of the Third Emperor's Uncle, but what he was even more afraid of was the lesson learned from the past. The Emperor had a suspicion against him and was deliberately on guard against him.
In the first year of Kangyong, when the late emperor ascended the throne, the late emperor's younger brother, the third prince, was ready to commit regicide and seize the throne, but failed in the end. More than 70 officials, including the young Prime Minister Ho Tung, who was popular among the people at that time, were also implicated.
It took three days and three nights to behead the body and expose it at Caishikou.
This was the most tragic riot in history. Because it happened on the sixth day of July in the first year of Kangyong's reign, it was also called the "July 6th Incident."
The "July 6th Incident" caused heavy casualties. Of course, there was no Feng Hongluan at that time, and Feng Hongluan only knew about this incident from reading history books, but just seeing more than seventy people and their family members in groups of five, he was beheaded.
The head was exposed to the public, and the hard steel knife was cut open. The scene was filled with blood, and people screamed for injustice. Everyone from an eighty-year-old woman to a three- to five-year-old child became the dead souls of the knife.
The history books lashed out at these people, especially the culprit, the Third Prince, who was known as a wise king during his lifetime, but was criticized verbally and publicly after his death. His body was also found missing, and his body was exposed at the vegetable market, while the Third Prince fell into the street.
The public display at the city gate lasted for three days and three nights. Finally, the emperor did not allow the rebels to be buried. The corpses and heads were discarded in mass graves at will, and the bodies and heads were missing. It was too horrible to see.
This history serves as a warning, so Hong Yan doesn't care about court matters because he is also the emperor's younger brother. He doesn't want the emperor to be dissatisfied with him because of past mistakes and is deliberately wary of him.
He would rather be a free prince, not interested in worldly affairs and not involved in any political affairs, in order to preserve brotherhood.
Over the years, he has done really well. He has completely destroyed himself. Everyone is afraid of him. Every time he goes out, he is criticized by others. No one knows what it feels like, but Feng Hongluan does.
My eyes were red with pain.
"Hong Yan, I will be with you from now on. When I finish what I need to do, we will be just like Jiang Nanzi. We will travel all over the world to discuss capitals, courts, and political affairs, okay?"
With bare hands, he caressed Hong Yan's cheek gently and lovingly, and could feel some prickly stubble on her chin. He was twenty-five, and he was not young, but it was because of his love for the Queen Mother that he was unwilling to marry any woman.
, and then let the woman be like the Queen Mother, leaning on the door hoping that you will not come, and die alone.
Who says he is a shameless bastard? He is the most responsible man in the world.
Feng Hongluan was lucky that she was able to meet Hong Yan in her new life, the man she planned to entrust to her for the rest of her life.
Hong Yan took her hand, put it on his cheek and pressed it gently: "Okay!"
"Hongyan."
"Um?"
"Why don't you ever ask why I have to deal with Ling Che, He Jixiang and Dong Xueqing?"
He chuckled and looked down at her eyes: "If you are willing to tell me that day, even if I don't ask, you will say no? Just like today, I don't care if the whole world misunderstands me, but I don't want you to
The misunderstanding about me is as bad as the rumors. Even if this is a secret that has been hidden in my heart for many years, I am still willing to tell you."
"But I'm sorry Hong Yan." Feng Hongluan pulled away from his arms, "I can't tell you the reason yet. I can only say that the only meaning of my survival is to torture these three people, but
Now, there is one more person, and it is you."
"Hongluan!" Hongyan lowered his head and kissed Feng Hongluan's eyebrows gently, with a handsome smile on his thin lips, "You are an immortal, you are a devil, you are a Rakshasa, you are an elf, you are a ghost, I don't care.
I love you, even if I am ruthless and my hands are stained with blood, I will still love you."
Feng Hongluan was deeply moved by this kind of love that didn't ask for any reason, this kind of all-inclusive love.
Taking the initiative to throw herself into Hong Yan's arms, she responded emotionally: "Me too."
The two of them were affectionate in the room.
In Feng Mansion, Feng Cheng was facing a piece of rice paper in his hand, his face filled with sadness.
She didn't even notice when Dong came in. When she did, she hurriedly hid the rice paper and said to Dong, "Why are you here? You didn't knock on the door."
"Master, what are you looking at? You are so serious. I knocked on the door for a long time and you didn't answer. I thought something happened."
There was a virtuous smile on Mr. Dong's charming face, and in his hand was a peach wood tray. There was a cup of ginseng soup on the tray. The rich aroma of the soup suddenly filled the whole room.
It's not that Mrs. Dong didn't see Maple City hiding things, she just pretended not to see it.
"Master, I asked the kitchen to stew a cup of ginseng and black chicken soup for you. You will be leaving in a few days. On the battlefield, food and clothing are rudimentary. I am really afraid that you will not be able to eat well. I have asked Uncle Lan to go to the drugstore in the city to buy this.
I brought back some ginseng and asked you to take it to the front line. I think they are all good stuff and have a strong aroma. I just used some to make soup, give it a try."
It is impossible to say that I have no feelings for Mr. Dong at all.
Although he was an orphan in the battlefield, his close friend told him to marry Dong. He should give Dong and the child in his womb a birthright. Don't let the child bear the heavy burden of not having a father as soon as he is born.
He Nian, that was Maple City's best friend in life and death. How could he refuse the request made to him at the moment when he was dying.
He Nian died, and regardless of Han Huiru's heartache, he resolutely married Dong into the family.
At that time, he didn't know that Han Huiru was pregnant. On the day he married Mr. Dong, the maid came to report that his wife was bleeding. Only then did he realize that his commitment to his best friend almost caused him to lose his own child.
In those days, he guarded Han Huiru day and night, vowing repeatedly that he would fulfill He Nian's last wish and give Dong Xueqing and his unborn child a status, but he would never have any real relationship with Dong Xueqing.
Han Huiru finally relented. After Shang Dong entered the house, she was cautious, abided by the intersection, and respected Han Huiru and Mrs. Feng, who had not passed away at that time. Han Huiru also gradually let go of her estrangement towards Dong.
Moreover, Dong Xueqing mentioned her late husband several times in front of Han Huiru, crying endlessly, and shed tears over the fact that the fetus in her belly had lost its biological father before it was born. Her pitiful appearance finally made Han Huiru soften her heart and completely accept Dong Xueqing.