He knew that the day for Hong Yan to take action was definitely getting closer, and Feng Hongluan had a lot of things to solve at hand.
She finally figured out Wuming's true identity, and all the previous doubts about Wuming were solved one by one.
If there is only one thing that remains unclear, it is why Wuming's face looks like that when he wears half a mask.
Naturally, with her intelligence, this problem did not trouble her.
There is no doubt that Wuming, who showed half of his face, was just a deception, a deception that made her never think that Wuming was Ling Che.
In fact, there is another person named Wuming with a delicate face. Over the years, Wuming has always had two people, one real body and one clone.
Therefore, Wuming never wears that half-mask every time he comes to Prince Jin's Mansion, because the real Wuming, no, is Ling Che, who wants to sneak into Prince Jin's Mansion. Feng Hongluan will never believe that Ling Che is dormant in her father's house.
These many years around me have absolutely no purpose.
She would not even believe that Ling Che came back as a nameless person and never thought of taking action against the Feng family or her.
She was glad that at least she had tried out his identity before Wuming took action.
Hehe, Ling Che, Wuming, hehe, hehehe, hehehehe!
*
After an unseasonable heavy snowfall, the weather became unseasonably hot.
The weather this year is very strange. A few days ago, we were planning to put up the cotton door curtains. The sun has been scorching these past two days and people even want to take out their summer shirts.
Wuming has not been here for three days in a row.
It was Feng Hongluan who didn't let him come.
Using the snow as an excuse, she temporarily stopped Wuming from approaching Wuhen and Xiaotangyuan.
She even started planning to take Wuhen out of Feng Mansion first.
Wu Ming volunteered to be Wu Hen's martial arts master. Feng Hongluan didn't know that he was Ling Che before, so she might feel free to call Wu Hen to him.
But now, it's impossible.
Wuming hated her, Han Huiqing hated her, and Wuming and Han Huiqing had teamed up before, and Wuming was Ling Che, so Feng Hongluan knew in her heart the real reason why Wuming was close to Wuhen.
She will not let any rumors reach Wuhen's ears again. That child should not bear the grudges of the previous generation. Once she does, she can only be cruel.
She didn't want her hands to be stained with the blood of her loved ones.
So in the past two days, she had sent people to the small town where Hanfu in Jiangnan used to be. She knew that the small town was famous for its martial arts gyms, and there were countless martial arts gyms, large and small.
She chose one of them and asked someone to go there and make arrangements first.
When everything was arranged over there, she had Wuhen taken away secretly.
As Wuming was the only one here, she naturally had something to say.
Now, it's not time for Wuming to die again, because she knows that if the fire didn't kill Ling Che, it must not have killed the Bai family. The Bai family must still be alive somewhere in this world.
When you cut the grass, you must remove the roots. Thinking about the previous life, if Bai Shi hadn't confused right and wrong, Ling Che would not have destroyed their Feng family with hatred.
The Bai family is the culprit.
Before the Bai family is brought out, the nameless person cannot die.
*
After a few sunny days, the snow had melted away, and the people below had made arrangements for the Jiangnan Martial Arts School. It was impossible for her to accompany Wuhen there, so someone asked someone to find an old woman who had served her mother in the Han Mansion.
, and asked the old woman to take care of Wuhen on her behalf. She only asked the old woman to tell her that this was the young master of the Han family. His parents died young and he couldn't get used to living in the capital, so he came back.
No one is allowed to say anything else.
The martial arts gym she sent Wuhen to was hand-picked by her. It was not well-known and had only a few martial arts masters and apprentices. She chose this martial arts gym because she thought it was not well-known.
The night before Wuhen was sent away, she asked her wet nurse to bring Wuhen to her room.
Spring returned that night, and it was warm in the house. The windows were open, and the wind blowing in was very cool and comfortable. The sweet-scented osmanthus that had been suppressed by the snow bloomed again in two days, and was fragrant.
Feng Hongluanping backed away from the wet nurse and held Wuhen in her arms. She looked at Wuhen with loving and gentle eyes. Suddenly, she felt a little reluctant to let go. After all, she had watched her grow up and he had never left her side since childhood.
Wuhen snuggled into her arms docilely and said softly, "My wet nurse said, my cousin wants to send me to learn martial arts, but Master Wuming doesn't want to teach me anymore?"
Feng Hongluan smiled softly and stroked Wuhen's soft hair: "You are the place where your father was born, and one day you will have to go back."
"My cousin's mother was also born there, right? Then will my cousin go back too? And...will Mo Feng go back too?"
The warm breeze blew slowly, but Feng Hongluan felt a touch of sadness in her heart.
Going back, that place carried a lot of hurt from her mother. She once thought about going to see it, but she failed to go after all. In that small town in the south of the Yangtze River, martial arts were respected. She wanted to visit her mother.
Take a look at the places she walked and the scenery her mother had seen.
I'll probably go back and have a look later.
"Well, you wait for us there. After a while, my cousin and Mo Feng will pick you up and let your cousin-in-law arrange for you to enter the palace and learn kung fu from the martial arts masters of the princes in the palace, okay?"
"Cousin-in-law, isn't he, dead?" Xiao Wuhen raised his head and looked at Feng Hongluan innocently.
Feng Hongluan smiled softly and didn't answer. She just rubbed Wuhen's head: "There are many delicious things in Jiangnan. Mofeng likes cakes the most. Go and help her try something delicious. I will take her with me later."
When you go, just take her to eat, okay?"
A hint of indifference flashed across Wuhen's innocent little face: "I don't want to help her find whatever she likes to eat."
Sure enough, there is still something wrong with the little glutinous rice balls. If you are a kid, you will know that there will be trouble.
Probably because the glutinous rice balls are neither big nor small, and Wuhen is too old-fashioned and rigid.
In order to say "uncle", the wet nurse came to report, and the two of them had troubles countless times.
Does this count as childhood sweethearts?
Haha, look at her, what is she thinking!
Wuhen is Tang Yuan’s uncle.
"Wuhen, when you get to Jiangnan, you must listen to the master and wet nurse. Your cousin will definitely take you back in a year or two at most. Do you understand?"
"Cousin." Wuhen's little face became a little serious, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Huh? Haha, okay."
"Will you not want me?"
"Ah?" There was clearly a hint of nervousness in his eyes that shouldn't belong to a child.
Feng Hongluan rubbed his head in a funny way, wondering if he was sending him away this time. He thought too much that he didn't want him anymore.
"Silly boy, how could my cousin not want you?"
"Then will you..."
He raised his head, his eyes twinkling and his face flushed.
Feng Hongluan looked at him curiously: "Is it going to be something?"
"Is it possible that Mo Feng is really allowed to live in Mu Ye?"
"ah?"
Feng Hongluan never expected that he would ask such a question, and was a little stunned when asked.
The little man in her arms slid off her knees like a loach, turned his back to her, and said in a hasty tone: "Cousin, you don't know how to do it, right? Mu Ye is so dark, Mo Feng is so white, they are not worthy at all.
Yes or no?"
Turning his head, his smiling face turned red.
This is an expression that Feng Hongluan has never seen on his face.
Children, what are you doing? Mu Ye is so black and Mo Feng is so white. They are not worthy at all.
"Pfft!" Feng Hongluan couldn't help but laugh, stretched out her hand to greet Wuhen, and joked, "Could it be that you like our Mo Feng?"
"No, I hate her the most." After the child yelled at Feng Hongluan, he turned around and took the photo with a red smile, leaving Feng Hongluan alone in the warm night wind.
Overjoyed.
Xiao Guitou, he is really as big as a little devil.
Probably because of jealousy, Feng Hongluan knew from the moment she opened her heart to accept him that he simply had an awkward personality.
You obviously want to get close to someone, but you don't dare to do so. You obviously want to feel warm, but you don't want to open your mouth.
I obviously like glutinous rice balls, but I have to pretend to hate them.
He was probably jealous of Mu Ye's carefree personality and being too close to Tangyuan.
Tonight, she didn't think too deeply about it. After all, children know what love is, so she didn't know until after the Chinese New Year when she saw that her daughter was really married to Wuhen.
Little babies can actually mature very early. (The extra story will be about Wuhen and Tangyuan, about love, about hate, and about if you love, please love deeply.)
*
The day after Wuhen was sent away quietly, Feng Hongluan invited Wuming to his house for tea.
When they met again, she already understood the true identity of the person in front of her.
But her expression and attitude were as calm and dignified as ever.
She won't expose him until he reveals his tail. After all, she still has to find out the Bai family.
As usual, a tea ceremony was set up at the octagonal pavilion in the courtyard. She invited him to sit down. He wore a full mask. It was a rare opportunity to get close to her. He would definitely not send a substitute with half a face.
"Thank you, ma'am."
Take a sip of fragrant tea, and once you know that the other person is Ling Che, all his tiny movements and details will be exactly the same as Ling Che.
She has loved this man all her life and has been waiting for him all her life. She is already familiar with his slight frown. She just thought he was dead, so she occasionally saw those familiar frowns and smiles on Wuming.
She didn't have any suspicion at all.
If she hadn't tested him with the calligraphy and painting incident from many years ago, she would not have thought of investigating why he entered the house under the pretense of calligraphy and painting.
Naturally, if it weren't for this incident that revealed his collusion with Han Huiqing, she wouldn't have wanted to find out this person's true identity.
Now, all the truth has been revealed, but he is completely unaware of it and is still pretending to be cowardly, thinking that he is pretending to be impeccable.
But she had already had her leisure time and was waiting to catch the turtle in the urn.
In the previous life, Ling Che had played with her several times, and in this life, it was her turn.
Looking at him, she smiled slightly and raised her teacup: "Tea instead of wine, this cup is to thank you for taking care of Wuming these days."
Wuming looked flattered and hurriedly raised his cup: "Princess, you are so polite. I haven't been here for a few days. I'm afraid I missed Master Wuhen's homework."
"Oh, you don't need to worry about this. Wuhen is a hard-working kid. During the past few days when you were away, he still practiced from dawn to dusk."
"Princess, the snow has melted. The weather has been nice these days and I have nothing to do. Look..."
He probably wanted to say when he would be able to freely enter and leave the Jin Palace again and get closer to Wuhen.
"Haha!" Feng Hongluan took a sip of tea and looked at the distant sky with a graceful posture, "I'm afraid you will be idle for a long time."
In one sentence, Wuming's face was startled and he didn't understand what it meant.
But I heard Feng Hongluan say leisurely: "Wuhen, I gave him away. As you know, this child broke the most precious thing that King Jin left for me a few days ago. I was so angry that I gave him away."
"Giving it away?"
He looked shocked.
Feng Hongluan chuckled: "Why is the unknown general so shocked?"
Feng Hongluan's expression made Wuming unpredictable. Seeing that she was smiling, he only dared to cautiously probe: "Is your Majesty looking for me to be happy?"
Feng Hongluan pursed her lips and chuckled again: "Do you really think that I will give that child away? Even if it is not born by myself, it is still my uncle's only child, the only blood of the Han family, my uncle, Han Huiqing,
You should know him."
He looked at Wuming for a moment. Although the mask covered his expression, the tense look in his eyes was enough.
"Master Han, we have met several times in the court hall."
"My uncle is a miserable man. I don't know who he offended before he became an official. He established a foothold in the officialdom. He saw that his career was just around the corner, but he was knocked off the cliff. Alas!"
As she said this, Feng Hongluan wiped away her tears sadly.
Wuming also regretted: "Master Han is a rare pillar of talent."
"It seems that you and my uncle are quite sympathetic to each other. He also said a lot of good things about you in front of my father. I thought you knew each other."
Wuming's eyes dodge and he hurriedly said: "We just nodded, but I didn't expect Mr. Han to appreciate me so much."
"Haha, let's not talk about my uncle. I always feel sentimental if I do, but Wuhen did ask me to send him away."
Wuming was startled.
Feng Hongluan smiled slightly: "He wanted to practice martial arts, but I was too doted on by my family, and my princess also loved to cause trouble in every possible way, so I simply asked a familiar friend to take him back and follow his children at his home.
Learn martial arts together and compete with each other, which can also improve your martial arts skills. When he is a little older, we will see if the emperor can open a letter and let him enter the palace to learn martial arts."
Ling Lie flashed through Wuming's eyes, which did not escape Feng Hongluan's eyes.
Did he hate her for giving away the best chess piece?
If her guess was correct, Wuming would definitely ask whose home Wuhen was sent to.
as expected.
"Where was Mr. Wuhen sent? I have nothing to do anyway, so I can go and see him if I have nothing to do. I don't have a wife myself. I've been with that kid for a few days, and I've become very attached to him. I haven't seen him for a few days.
I’ll miss you a lot.”
Because he had expected that he would ask, Feng Hongluan had already prepared the perfect answer.
"That friend is not in the city. There is a small town of Kangning on the edge of Longzhou and Chuzhou. Although the general is free, he must go to court every morning. Kangning town is far from the capital, and it takes a day and a night to work hard. The general's job
I received it for Wuhen, and I asked them to send Wuhen home every half month. If Wuhen comes back, he will definitely send someone to invite the general, so that the general can check his progress and see his progress."
Having said this, Wuming was completely blocked. He could only smile and said: "Okay, but isn't there a Mr. Mu who is also learning martial arts in the house?"
What happened?
Are you unwilling to give up any opportunity to get close to Feng Hongluan and Xiaotangyuan?
"I'm just a servant's child. It was just a matter of course that I followed Wuhen. Now I don't have to worry about it. The general is interested."
Wuming could say nothing more.
He only drank tea, as if he was afraid of exposing his inner anger at Feng Hongluan for sending Wuhen away. He only drank two or three cups of tea, then excused himself and left, saying that there were some military affairs at home that had not been dealt with.
As soon as Wuming left, Feng Hongluan looked at the tea cup he had used with disgust in his eyes.
"Throw everything off the table."
She ordered in a cold voice, it was Xiaofu who rarely saw Ling Lie.
"Yes, Master."
Xiaofu responded hurriedly, Feng Hongluan stood up, glanced coldly in the direction Wuming was leaving, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Ling Che, you may be able to escape the painful burning house, but this time, you will never be able to escape.
After returning to the house, there was a person standing submissively in the house. It was Xu Yanyu. It was Feng Hongluan who ordered Yang Yun to deliver a letter to Feng Mansion, asking Mother Miao to send a message to Xu Yanyu, asking Xu Yanyu to come over today.
Xu Yanyu was waiting inside the house. She could clearly see the situation outside just now. When Feng Hongluan came in, she asked in confusion.
"Mistress, why don't you get to know him directly? The way my subordinates looked at him just now showed a clear hatred for Mistress. If this person stays for one more day, he will be in danger for one more day."
"I told you not to rush. How can we start this feast when there is still one person who hasn't arrived yet."
"What does the mistress mean?"
"His mother, Yanyu, I called you here today for two things."
"Two things?"
"First, keep this pair of crescent stones with you. If you have any chance to give it to Hong Yan, you must bring it to him. Second, if my guess is correct, Wuming will definitely go to Kangning Town to look for Wuhen, even if he is
He travels non-stop day and night, and it takes him a day and a night to get back and forth. So, you have to be quick. When he leaves the capital, you spread rumors in the capital, saying that the unknown general was unfortunately killed and his body was found five miles outside the city.
In the Purple Bamboo Forest, a masked corpse is disguised. Anyone who comes to watch is only allowed to enter but not allowed to leave, do you understand?"
"Yes, I obey."
With a sneer, Feng Hongluan squeezed a ceramic teacup in her hand. With a little force, the teacup instantly shattered into powder.
This was the gamble she took.
Bet Bai is still alive, bet Ling Che takes Bai with him, bet Bai is hiding in the capital.
If the bet is successful, Ling Che's "corpse" will definitely attract Bai's appearance.
If she loses the bet, she won't lose. The most she can do is let Ling Che know that she has actually seen through him a long time ago.
And once Ling Che knew that her identity was revealed, she would not even give him a chance to escape, but would hold him in the palm of her hand.
With Ling Che in hand, she is not afraid that Bai will not show up.
Hum!
She has ten thousand ways to force Bai Shi to appear, and she also has ten thousand ways to make Ling Che die.
At the corner of his mouth was a cold smile.
Those scenes of extremely painful past events made her hate the mother and son deeply.
In the previous life, they used her love and innocence to destroy her.
In this life, she will use their overestimation to destroy them.
They were lucky enough to escape last time, but if their son fell into her hands again this time, she would ruin their reputation and make them miserable. It would be a shame for Ling Che to throw himself into the trap.