I'm afraid that if Feng Hongluan's guess is correct, the emperor must be prepared for Hong Yan's attitude.
If the emperor really has no heir, the throne will naturally belong to his younger brother Hong Yan. At this moment, he starts to let Hong Yan review the memorials and learn how to be a king. This is because he wants Hong Yan to be a qualified monarch. Once the emperor passes away.
, it is also justifiable to establish Hongyan as the emperor’s younger brother.
But take a step back and think about it, is the emperor completely unprepared?
Once a certain concubine gave birth to an heir, Hong Yan would naturally not be able to take the throne. The emperor's own cultivation of Hong Yan made Hong Yan ambitious, so he deliberately refused to give any power to Hong Yan.
Without power, even if Hongyan wanted to form a party for personal gain, no one would follow him.
The emperor achieved both ends by doing this, so that if there is no successor, Hong Yan can be promoted to the throne and inherit the throne.
Someone in the future can easily suppress Hong Yan and make him stop thinking.
Feng Hongluan really didn't want Hong Yan to get too close to the emperor.
The emperor is a sinister and suspicious person, and she would accompany him like a tiger. She just wants to live in peace with Hong Yan for the rest of her life, and that's all.
Naturally, she could not tell Hong Yan what she thought about the emperor. After all, the emperor was unkind and unjust, but Hong Yan still regarded the emperor as the emperor's brother and respected him very much.
This time, Feng Hongluan stayed in Bieyuan for a short time just because he was in this mountain, but Hongyan could not be born after all, and had to go back to the world of intrigues and intrigues.
How much she didn't want him to go back.
Seeing the pleading expression on her face, Hong Yan kissed her smooth forehead helplessly and dotingly: "Good boy, if you don't want to go back, just live on the mountain. At most, I will rush back as soon as possible every day when I leave the palace. But
It's just a delay of an hour or two on the road, but we can still see each other every day."
In this way, you don't have to worry about people. Besides, this mountain road is very difficult to walk.
In the end, she still refused to make trouble for Hongyan. She hugged his waist, buried her pretty face in his clothes, and smelled his delicious scent. She didn't want to look too unreasonable.
"Forget it, let's go back. I'm just greedy for the scenery here. Spring will always come under the mountains. When spring comes, there will be no such good scenery."
She tried her best to speak calmly, but her heart was heavy.
The generous palm gently stroked her long hair, one at a time, not in a hurry.
Looking at her long, silky hair like a waterfall, Hongyan suddenly knelt down, looked up at her delicate face, and said: "Last time I named the child, if it was a boy, it would be Huan. I will choose the name for you.
, if it’s a girl, it’s up to you, what name do you think is good?”
So far, Hong Yan has not told Feng Hongluan that Jiang Nanzi had long diagnosed that the child in Feng Hongluan's belly was the daughter of a princess.
Thinking of the child's name, Feng Hongluan's eyes glowed softly.
I tilted my head and looked at the beautiful scenery outside quietly. The dusk was getting darker, the sun was setting in the west, the willows were colored in the streets, the water lilies were blooming in the small pond, and the ripples were scattered. The scenery was so beautiful, the wind was gentle and warm.
On the lips, two words popped out inadvertently: "How about calling me Mo Feng?"
The willow-colored streets sway gently in the wind, creating a leisurely and carefree atmosphere.
As soon as my heart moved, these two words came out of my mouth.
"Mo Feng?" Hong Yan repeated, after a while, he nodded approvingly: "Silent and quiet, the clouds are light and the wind is gentle."
It's a good name, very calm and indifferent.
Apparently he misunderstood the word "mo".
However, after hearing what he said, Feng Hongluan liked the word "mo" more.
Both she and Hong Yan lived too restrained and exhausted lives.
I just hope that their children can grow up in silence, without being disturbed by the world's troubles, and grow up carefree.
(Thanks to the boy in 393 for providing the name. I like the word Mo Feng very much. Boyish is a bit too boyish. However, for the children of Hongyan and Feng Hongluan, it’s okay to have boyish names. Feng Hongluan is not.
The home of a daughter who is a lady and has a delicate mind.)
Looking out the window at the exquisiteness, thinking of the child who was about to be born, my originally troubled and uneasy heart finally calmed down.
*
The trip to Bieyuan lasted less than ten days.
Isolated from the rest of the world, it was really a relaxing time.
Feng Hongluan was only born in this mountain, and from then on she did not care about human affairs.
The return date has come anyway.
When I came down from the mountain in the morning, I just lamented how quickly time passed. It seemed that I only had time to go up the mountain for a cup of tea, and now I was about to go down the mountain.
On the carriage back, she snuggled into Hong Yan's arms, her face full of regret.
“Next time, I don’t know when I can come again.”
"If you like that scenery, I'll have someone bring the hot spring water to Prince Jin's Mansion and build one exactly like it." Hong Yan comforted.
How did he know that what Feng Hongluan covets is not the scenery, but the tranquility!
Not wanting Hong Yan to see her mood, and not wanting to be Hong Yan's psychological burden, she stood up and opened the car curtain, pretending to look at the scenery outside, and changed the topic: "It's really cold, the Chinese New Year is almost here, looking at every house,
Everyone has started buying New Year’s goods, look at the bacon, it’s so delicious!”
Outside the car, there is a small town, bustling with people coming and going.
Hong Yan came over and looked at the scenery with her.
Suddenly, with sharp eyes, I seemed to see a familiar figure in the crowd.
"That's not your uncle?"
"My uncle?" Looking in the direction of Hong Yan's gaze, it turned out to be Han Huiqing. She was wearing a thick iron-red cotton-padded jacket. She came from the south and is not able to withstand the cold, so she was wrapped like a rice dumpling.
Next to Han Huiqing, there was a woman. If she looked carefully, she saw that it was not the maid Han Huiqing who had given him Han Xiang when she lived in Feng Mansion.
Now in this small town outside the city, the two of them behaved intimately and walked side by side. It seemed that their relationship was extraordinary.
Upon closer inspection, Han Xiang was not dressed as a maid, but had her hair tied up in a woman's bun, and was wearing a sky blue dress. The material of the skirt was not something a maid could afford.
After Han Huiqing left Feng Mansion, she built a house, bought property, and hired some servants.
He once asked Maple City to lend Hanxiang to him for a few days, saying that Hanxiang was used to serving him and knew his food, clothing, housing and transportation very well. After borrowing Hanxiang to train the maids and women in his mansion,
Then send Hanxiang back.
He said it was a loan, but he probably understood that Maple City would naturally give it to a maid.
At that time, Feng Hongluan didn't take it too seriously. She just felt that Han Huiqing was used to Hanxiang's care.
But now it seems that it has a deeper meaning.
Hanxiang looked much more stable and mature. She followed Han Huiqing with some items in her hands. Han Huiqing also carried a few packages in her hands. It seemed that she was out of the city to buy new year's goods.
Logically speaking, there are many more things in the city than outside the city. Why is it normal that Han Huiqing would go out of the city to buy new year's goods?
When Feng Hongluan thought about He Jixiang's desperate confession of Han Huiqing before his death, she always felt that Han Huiqing's every move was indescribably abnormal and weird.
In terms of categories, the New Year’s goods in Beijing are no less than those in this small town.
In terms of price, the New Year's goods in the capital are a little more expensive, but after taking into account the cost of the carriage and the effort, it's better to throw away those few extra cents.
Moreover, Han Huiqing is now the Minister of Rites, and she is not a thrifty person. How could she go out of the city to buy things in this small town.
Feng Hongluan thought for a moment and stopped the carriage: "Hong Yan, we happened to meet him. I wanted to go say hello to my uncle. After all, I haven't met him in a long time."
Hong Yan didn't think much about it.
"Okay! I'll help you!"
The two of them got off the carriage one after another. People from the seven nearby villages and eight townships came to this small town for the market. The roads were congested and it was very lively.
Although the things on both sides of the street are not as prosperous as those in the capital, they are still dazzling and dazzling.
Feng Hongluan didn't want to hang around, so he pushed aside the crowd and headed towards Han Huiqing.
She walked very fast, not caring that she was pregnant. Hong Yan followed closely, thinking that she was busy greeting Han Huiqing and giving Han Huiqing a surprise.
There is still some distance between Han Huiqing, but not far away.
Feng Hongluan slowed down her pace and walked leisurely, following Han Huiqing unhurriedly.
Hong Yan was puzzled: "Why, not going up?"
"The woman next to him is a maid in my house. Judging from the situation, they must be in love. I'm afraid that my appearance will make them awkward."
"Oh!" Hong Yan responded, looking at the sea of people in front of him, "There are too many people. I'm afraid you will hurt yourself. Anyway, you don't want to go up and greet them rashly. Why don't you and I go to the edge and wait for them?
Come back."
Feng Hongluan was about to say "Okay" when she saw Han Huiqing enter a shop with sharp eyes.
She pushed aside the crowd and went to the store. Hong Yan had no choice but to continue to clear the way for her. His broad shoulders blocked the crowds of people who were rushing one after another, preventing Feng Hongluan and the child from being harmed in the slightest.
As I got closer, I realized it was not a shop, but an inn.
What did the two of them do in the inn for most of the day, and they still had so many things in their hands.
It's impossible. Going out of town and buying new year's goods is just a pretense, but having an affair is the real thing?
Haha, that's too funny. With Han Huiqing's current status, even if she wants to take Hanxiang as a concubine, why would she use it as a cover to have an affair?
After asking the waiter, they went to the upper room on the far left on the second floor.
Feng Hongluan and Hong Yan went up, and Hong Yan finally had a trace of doubt in his eyes. It didn't look like they were here to say hello, but more like they were following.
But he didn't have time to ask now, because the two of them had already arrived outside the upper room, and Feng Hongluan's ears were still pressed against the door.
Inside, one could clearly hear the voice of a middle-aged woman.
"What are you buying all these things for? If you have such filial piety, my mother will accept it. Why spend money? Who is this?"
"My slave, please pay your respects to the old woman."
Mother, old woman.
She turned out to be Feng Hongluan's grandmother. For a moment, a trace of hatred flashed across Feng Hongluan's face.
She had no emotion at all towards this grandmother whom she had only met once, only hatred.
In order to break up her parents, her grandmother really did everything possible. She even heard a mother from the Han family who defected to the Feng family say that her grandmother disliked being poor and loved being rich, so she actually made her father kneel for three days and three nights with broken ceramics.
If his father can hold on and does not fall to the ground, he will marry his mother to his father.
But in fact, his father persisted and almost lost both of his legs because of it. However, Wai Zheng went back on his word and asked his father to jump into a frozen pool to prove his determination not to marry someone other than the queen. His father was a bit old.
Cold Legs probably fell down at that time.
This was what the mother told Feng Hongluan, and the rest was overt and covert. My father didn’t know how much torture he had suffered from the old woman.
My father went through a lot of hardships in order to marry his mother, but his sincerity never moved the Han family or the old woman. In the end, he was forced to have no choice but to do something unfilial and have an affair with his father.
With Feng Hongluan, I originally thought that things would turn around, but I didn't expect that someone in the Han family would corrupt the family tradition and cut off the robe and sever the righteousness.
My mother left Jiangnan and the Han Mansion heartbroken.
During the years when my mother was still alive, she never mentioned Han Mansion.
It was probably the way the Han government dealt with my father back then that made my mother feel so chilled and heartbroken.
Originally, Han Mansion and Feng Mansion, cut off the robe and cut off the righteousness, and never interact with each other till old age and death, was the words of the Han Mansion himself.
But the Han government went back on its word again.
When he was in trouble and his family fortune was in ruins, he licked his face and came to Feng Mansion with a arrogant attitude.
The first time I came, I scolded the doorman who asked me a few more questions as my mother-in-law.
Later, as the mother-in-law, she took charge of the house and regarded Feng Mansion as her own home.
Han Huiqing regretted Fengcheng's disrespectful words towards Zheng, but Han Huiqing didn't understand who was disrespectful first.
When Mrs. Zheng came to ask for help, Fengcheng didn't look kindly on it, but in the end he softened his heart and gave Mrs. Zheng a large amount of money. Over the years, he has provided more or less relief every year.
Otherwise, a family of women and children would not be able to raise Han Huiqing, the white sheep and wolf.
Unexpectedly, this grandmother, who gave Feng Hongluan a bad impression, actually went to Beijing.
But, why live here instead of staying at Han Huiqing's mansion in the capital?
Inside the house, the son is filial to his mother, and the warm conversation remains the same.
Those intimate conversations made Feng Hongluan think of her mother who didn't even have half of her family to visit her until her death, and she felt even more angry.
"Mom, I feel sorry for you living here. Today I will leave Hanxiang here to take care of your old man. Hanxiang is from Fengfu. If you want to know anything about Fengfu, Hanxiang can tell you.
.”
"What should I do to know about Feng Mansion? I remember clearly the humiliation Fengcheng gave me back then. Hui Qing, it was all that Fengcheng. If it hadn't been for him, your sister wouldn't have left us alone. You
If my sister had not followed that poor Maple City back then, and had followed my advice and married the eldest son of Hengde Winery, our family would have been so popular and well-off, and our family would not have been so depressed, and your father's illness would not have caused it.
Without money to govern, he died in such a miserable state."
The pink fist on Feng Hongluan's side was tightly squeezed.
He was so shameless, taking so many benefits from Feng Mansion, yet he still had the nerve to say that Feng Mansion owed them, the Han family.
She had never heard of her grandfather's illness. It was an old illness that had accumulated over time, and he had already become terminally ill, but she blamed Feng's family for this.
How shameless can this woman be?
No wonder he could raise such a son.
When she was on the mountain, she still thought that they were blood relatives after all, and if Han Huiqing stopped doing anything excessive, she would tolerate him for the time being.
She gave Han Huiqing countless opportunities and let her go again and again, just because Han Huiqing was her mother's only brother, and although her mother hated her grandparents, she missed and missed this brother very much.
Love.
But now it seems that with such a "good mother", Han Huiqing can only do things worse, and will not take Feng Mansion's kindness and Feng Hongluan's repeated forgiveness into heart.
All the gratitude and respect that Han Huiqing had for Maple City were all in vain.
And secretly, they plotted against her again and again, and even colluded with He Jixiang to kill her...
In the end, she cared too much about the family ties that had been severed by the Han family long ago and were only threatened with money and power.
In the room, Han Xiang added fuel and vinegar, with a hint of trying to please the old lady, and continued: "No, those people in Feng Mansion, except for the late Madam, are not good people."
Poor maid, she has only been in Feng Mansion for three years at most, but she knows a lot.
It seems that Feng Mansion has an unusually large number of white-eyed wolves.
I have eliminated a few, and there are still more.
Mrs. Zheng sneered: "Huh! A pot of porridge, even my daughter, is not a good thing. Fortunately, she died early, otherwise I would have to give her a few ears if I saw her. I wanted to give her back then, but the master
She stopped her and said that it was her own flesh and blood after all, and even if I had a dog, it would be better than her."
The expression on Feng Hongluan's face changed drastically, and the suppressed anger and murderous intent in Feng Hongluan's eyes suddenly emerged.
If Hong Yan hadn't realized something was wrong and stretched out his arms to hug her waist, she might have gone into the house and killed the old woman and the two white-eyed wolves regardless of the situation.
On that day, she shouldn't be merciful. She should have been poisoned with beef bone soup. She should have killed Han Huiqing with one sword. By the way, let Zheng be alone and die of old age alone. Let her die alone.
It's really not worth it for her mother. As a mother, no matter how big a mistake the child makes, she shouldn't use such vicious words to slander her.
Feng Hongluan's eyes were moist, because it was not worth it, because of love, and even more because of hatred.
Hong Yan's face was also ugly, but he was afraid that Feng Hongluan might move his fetus, so he hugged Feng Hongluan and said softly: "Leave it to me, don't be impulsive, I will give you a satisfactory answer."
Warm tears fell in her eyes full of hatred. She suppressed the anger in her heart. This time, she didn't let them go, but many people watched her come up. She couldn't do anything to them here, lest they
Cause trouble for Hong Yan and himself.
She didn't want to hear more, and she didn't want to know why Zheng was placed in a small town on the outskirts of the city. These had nothing to do with her. She only knew that based on Zheng's ruthless words, it was not for herself or for others.
Feng Mansion, just because of her mother, she will not be soft-hearted this time.
After coming out of the inn, they spent money to keep the innkeeper's mouth sealed. No one would know what happened when they followed Han Huiqing upstairs.
After returning to the road and getting into the carriage, her fists were still clenched tightly and she never let go.
Even after going through countless hardships, being burned by fire, and losing her family and her family, she has experienced it all.
But thinking of Zheng's words that were worse than beasts, and the tragic situation of her mother being plotted to death by Dong, she could no longer suppress the love and anger in her heart. She clenched her fists, lay in Hong Yan's arms, and burst into tears: "I don't want them to be allowed to die."
A good death, a bad death."
Hong Yan knew that she was sad, and Hong Yan's pity and anger were no less than Feng Hongluan's.
He felt all her emotions. Even if he had never met Han, he could imagine what a loving and gentle mother she was.
With his big palm running along her back, he said coldly: "Leave it all to me, believe me, I will make those people's pain worse than death."
Looking out the window, a cold light flashed in his eyes. Even when he turned around to bully Feng Hongluan, all that was left in his eyes was pity and love: "Anyone who bullied your mother, I will make their life worse than death."
The warmth of his embrace gradually warmed Feng Hongluan's heart. She wiped away her tears and raised her head. Her voice was still choked with sobs, but her tone was very tough and firm: "This time, I must let me
Dad, see clearly the true colors of these people. The Dong family, Zheng family, He Jixiang, Han Huiqing, these people who have harmed my mother, if my father is soft-hearted enough to tolerate their sins, then I don’t want this father."
"No matter what you do, I will stand by your side."
He lowered his head, his brows filled with determination.
Feng Hongluan took a deep breath, opened the car window, and looked at the distant town with a deathly cold gaze.
Han Huiqing, Zheng Shi.
One is her uncle and the other is her grandmother.
These two people, like Dong, deserve to die.
God refused to accept them, their mother did not turn into a ghost and seek them out, and their father foolishly regarded them as family members.
But she will never tolerate it again.
It's okay to humiliate her, but it's a capital crime to humiliate her parents!