"It can only be said that the person she entrusted to her was an evil person. How could my father know that Yin Tiangao was actually a sanctimonious hypocrite?"
Feng Hongluan's eyebrows tightened. He Jixiang probably told her father how she endured hardships in the Yin Mansion and how difficult it was for her. Did she tell her about Yin Tiangao's condition?
"Oh, why are you such a hypocrite? Mr. Yin still has a good reputation!"
"This Yin Tiangao has wife abuse syndrome. Jixiang's body is covered with whip wounds. The doctor said that the reason why she miscarried was because she was under constant pressure and was physically and mentally exhausted."
"Oh!" Feng Hongluan couldn't help but sneer when she heard this. He Jixiang had really done enough. She probably even bribed the doctor. She really did it. If she didn't achieve her goal, she could sacrifice the flesh and blood in her belly.
, you can even abuse yourself.
Seeing Feng Hongluan's indifference, Fengcheng's eyes couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "Dad knows about your second mother, you must still hold a grudge, but Jixiang doesn't know about it, she must be your sister who grew up, these ten
She has been calling me daddy for seven years, and it makes me really uncomfortable to see her like that."
Fengcheng thought that Feng Hongluan had been angry with He Jixiang because of Dong's "paid assassination" incident, and he was afraid that Feng Hongluan would be unhappy if he took He Jixiang back to live.
But she saw Feng Hongluan smiling: "Things have passed. Now that Dong is dead, dust will return to dust, soil will return to soil. Dad is right. After all, He Jixiang is my sister who grew up with me and was entrusted by Uncle He.
For Daddy’s orphan, besides, she and Yin Tiangao were my advocates that day, and I am also responsible for her bad life."
"That's good if you think so!" Fengcheng was quite pleased.
"Then I'll go see Sister Jixiang later, and I'll go back to my room to rest for a while."
Feng Hongluan stood up, and Hong Yan followed suit and stepped forward to hold her hand. The force was neither light nor heavy, and she was able to break free.
But this bastard probably really understood her temper and knew that she wouldn't be so disrespectful to him.
Holding hands, the two seemed very affectionate. Fengcheng was also quite pleased. Apart from the relief, he felt more and more sorry for He Jixiang. Of the two women, one is now a master and enjoys happiness, and the other is now in such a miserable state. He
He sighed deeply and said to Wuming: "I won't go to the Ministry of War these days. You will take care of everything. State affairs are important, but family affairs are not light either."
Wuming nodded and spoke, but his voice was different from his appearance, a little hoarse: "Yes, General."
"Let's have it together for dinner. I don't think the prince will mind."
"Yes, General!"
"Well, you go to the Ministry of War first and write down more clearly the memorial for the dismissal of General Chuzhou's expedition to the west. Also, organize the evidence documents for the dismissal of the general who conquered the west."
"My subordinate understands."
"With you, I really save a lot of trouble. Wuming, I don't have an extra daughter, otherwise, I will definitely marry one to you."
Although Fengcheng was just joking, if he really had a third daughter, he would consider Wuming as his son-in-law. This person has a noble character. He never likes great achievements, is not eager for quick success, is calm-minded, neither arrogant nor impetuous, and is as quiet as a virgin on weekdays.
But when it comes to marching, fighting, and handling official documents, his ability is astonishing. This is a talent. Maple City appreciates this kind of people the most.
Although Wuming knew that Fengcheng was joking, he was still a little bit shy. There was a touch of red on his delicate face: "General, how dare your subordinates climb so high."
"Hahahaha, you brat, if I really have a daughter, if you don't dare to reach out to me, I will force my daughter to you. Go ahead and come early in the evening."
"Yes, general, I'm going to retire anonymously."
Wuming said dumbly, clasping his fists and retreating.
Looking at Wuming's back, Fengcheng sighed. He had no children. Seeing Wuming, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
*
In Xingdong Pavilion, everything is as before.
Just like inside, the past events are still vivid in my mind, about those people and those things.
Star Moving Pavilion means the red luan star moving.
The name Hongluan was given to her by her mother.
The red luan is sentimental and has no mournful cry, but is still happy with the beauty of heaven. She does not live in the Feng Pavilion of Yaochi, but prefers a good person in the world.
My father said that this was a love poem between him and his mother.
For her, her mother gave up her status as the eldest lady, even if she was kicked out of the house by the Han family, and cut off her sworn relationship with her grandfather, all for the sake of her father, a good man.
Before Hong Luan was born, her parents had already decided that if she was a girl, she would be named Hong Luan, and if she was a boy, she would be named Liang Ren.
However, Xingdong Pavilion was named by Dong in his own handwriting.
The movement of the Hongluan star is a good omen, which means marriage. Feng Hongluan can't even remember what Dong meant when she named the attic Xingdong Pavilion, but she still remembers that Dong ordered someone to carve a plaque, and
Climbing up the ladder to hang the plaque.
She stood on the ladder, turned around and smiled at the young Feng Hongluan: "We Hongluan will definitely be very happy in the future."
A sneer escaped from his mouth uncontrollably. At that time, how sincere was Mr. Dong in wishing her happiness?
"What's wrong?"
She looked at the plaque and suddenly sneered, which puzzled Hong Yan.
But she turned her head and said to Hong Yan: "I don't like the name of this loft. If you want me to forgive you, just think of a new one for me."
Hong Yan was delighted: "So simple?"
"Simple? You'd better think carefully about what kind of name I would like."
Hong Yan seemed to be very confident, shaking his head with a mischievous look on his face: "That's not easy, just call it Hongyan Pavilion. Hong Luan lives in Hong Yan Pavilion, it's only natural."
"Pfft!" This time, Feng Hongluan really couldn't hold back her seriousness and couldn't help laughing.
Finally, seeing her smile, Hong Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
"If you smile, you agree."
"I agree with you!" It was a rare occasion when she was rude, "Do you want my father to be beheaded?"
Hong Yan smiled slyly: "Of course I can't harm my father-in-law."
Holding Feng Hongluan's hand, he wrote two words - Hongyan - in her palm.
My palms are a little itchy and my heart is a little warm. Hongyan Pavilion is really good.
She raised her eyes and looked at the words "Xingdong Pavilion". The figure of Dong who carefully hung up the plaque herself was completely blurred in her memory. She didn't want to think of anything related to Dong anymore.