There was a muffled sound and his forehead hit the carriage carriage.
hiss!
pain!
Feng Shaojun, who was unconscious, covered his forehead with his hands and suddenly opened his eyes.
A long and familiar face came into view, and his voice was filled with nervousness: "Miss, does your forehead hurt?"
Her face is round and cute like a bun, her almond-sized round eyes are full of concern, and she has a cute black mole on the corner of her mouth.
It’s the maid Ji Xiang who has grown up with her since childhood!
As early as eleven years ago, Ji Xiang was poisoned to death in order to cover her escape. Why did he suddenly come back to life?
Feng Shaojun's heart beat like a drum. Regardless of the pain in his forehead, he reached out and touched Ji Xiang's face.
Ji Xiang was startled by his master's sudden move, and immediately whispered: "In the past ten years, Miss has been away from home and has never returned to the capital. Now she is almost at Feng Mansion, and she will stay in Feng Mansion in the future. Farewell
Speaking of Miss, this slave is also a little scared."
"My lady has lived in Pingjiang Mansion for six years. She is about to reach the age of marriage, and it is indeed time to come back..."
The auspicious chatter lingers in my ears, very real.
The skin under the palm is warm and soft.
Feng Shaojun retracted his hand and touched his face again.
It's also hot.
She lowered her head and saw that she was wearing a tassel-colored short jacket, a pea-green long skirt, and a light green gauze jacket. There was a jade pendant hanging around her waist. The jade pendant was white and round, exuding a soft and elegant light. It was of the highest quality.
Exquisitely carved from mutton-fat jade.
The embroidered shoes exposed under the long skirt are embroidered with exquisite patterns and decorated with fine pink pearls.
The blood gurgled in his temples, and his heart beat suddenly faster.
"Jixiang," Feng Shaojun heard his soft and melodious voice: "Bring me the makeup mirror."
Ji Xiang was startled, then he reached for the drawer at hand with his right hand, opened it and took out a palm-sized makeup mirror, and brought it to his master.
Feng Shaojun suppressed his violent heartbeat, held his breath, and looked over intently.
The bright and smooth bronze mirror reflected a pretty face of hibiscus.
Under the curved willow eyebrows, there is a pair of black eyes as clear as water. The bridge of the small and straight nose, the corners of the red lips are slightly raised, and there is a bit of sweetness even when not smiling.
His face was smooth and white, as if it would shine.
Her long black and smooth hair is styled in a double-ring bun, and ribbons dotted with various colored gemstones are woven into her hair, making her even more playful and charming.
This is exactly what she looked like when she was fourteen years old.
What exactly is going on?
One moment, she was seriously ill and closed her eyes heavily. Why did the next moment she opened her eyes, she was young again, sitting on the carriage returning to Feng Mansion?
"What are you doing, miss, looking at the mirror?" Ji Xiang saw that his master kept staring at the mirror and was a little surprised: "Is it because you think you are too dressed up today?"
Before Feng Shaojun could say anything, Jixiang whispered again: "Miss has been mourning for the master for three years and has always worn plain clothes. Now that the period of mourning has begun, and it is the first time to meet the old master and the old lady, she must dress more festively."
Feng Shaojun looked at the makeup mirror again with complicated eyes: "Put it away!"
Jixiang responded and put away the makeup mirror.
Feng Shaojun closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he reached out to lift the car curtain and took a look.
The carriage just turned a corner and entered an alley from the spacious street.
The road paved with green bricks is solid and smooth, enough for three carriages to run parallelly. There are two rows of willow trees planted on both sides of the road. It is already spring in April, and the willow branches are full of green, like a girl's slender waist swaying gently in the wind.
This is Willow Alley in Qingchengfang.
Those who lived in Qingqingfang were all officials of the central government. The highest official position was the second-rank Hubu Shangshu, and the lowest official position was the fifth-rank official.
Among them, the Feng family can be considered a middle-class family.
My grandfather was the right minister of the Ministry of Etiquette of the third rank, in charge of guest services and vassal affairs. The Ministry of Rites was the Qingshui Yamen, and important matters such as academic affairs and examinations were all handled by the Minister of Rites. Shilang Feng did not get much benefit. There are more than ten people in the Feng family, old and young.
They all live in this four-pronged house.
Shilang Feng has three sons and two daughters.
The eldest son, Feng Gang, became an official after passing the Jinshi examination and is now the magistrate of Huizhou. The eldest daughter-in-law, Zhou, came from a scholarly family and gave birth to a son and a daughter.
The second son, Feng Wei, had never been admitted to the imperial examination after passing the imperial examination. He was sent out to seek officials, at most he was a seventh-rank county magistrate, and he simply stayed in the government school. His daughter-in-law, Yao, was the daughter of a doctor from the Ministry of Industry, and his second son.
Two daughters. The second wife also has a pair of children from a concubine, a total of two sons and three daughters.
The eldest daughter, Da Feng, was born as a concubine. She married Shen Mao, a member of the Qianhu family in Jinyiwei, and gave birth to three sons.
The second daughter, Xiao Feng, married into the Prince of Kang County and became a second wife. Prince Kang was a little older and ugly, but he was a serious clan prince. As soon as Xiao Feng married, she became the princess of the county.
The only regret is that Xiao Feng has been married to Prince Kang for several years, and her belly has not moved, and she has no son or daughter by her side.
Feng Shaojun's late biological father, Feng Lun, was the youngest son of Feng Shilang.
Among the three brothers, Feng Lun was the smartest and most talented in reading. When he was eighteen years old, he passed the entrance examination and later married, had a daughter, and served as an official.
Feng Lun's official career was not smooth. Six years ago, he was transferred from Qingzhou Tongzhi to Lianghuai Salt Censor. His mother Cui was weak and died of a serious illness on the way. Feng Lun was heartbroken that his beloved wife passed away, and he also became ill.
One game.
She had no one to take care of her when she was young, so Feng Lun sent her to her maternal grandfather's home in Pingjiang Prefecture.
Within three years, Feng Lun was exposed by the Yangzhou salt merchant Wei family for corruption and extorting bribes, and was escorted to Beijing for interrogation. On the way, he encountered a group of green forest bandits and died unjustly at the hands of the bandits.
She has lived in the Cui family for six years.
A month ago, Feng Shilang personally sent a letter to Pingjiang Mansion.
Grandmother Xu was reluctant to give up and let her set off to the capital with tears in her eyes.
Before leaving, Mrs. Xu gave her a brocade box. In the brocade box, there were the land deeds for the farmland in Baiqing Pingjiang Prefecture, the deeds for five shops in the best areas of the capital, and two hundred thousand taels of silver notes. Plus her parents
The fine gold and silver left to her was enough for her to live in fine clothing and food for the rest of her life.
She cried not to love her dying grandmother, and was escorted by her cousin all the way to Beijing and back to Feng Mansion.
She thought she was back with her relatives.
Little did they know that she, whose parents died and left tens of millions of assets behind, had already become a piece of fat in the eyes of the Feng family. Everyone was eager to swallow this piece of fat.
Her marriage had already fallen into the Feng family's scheme.
A "good" marriage is waiting for her!
Emperor Long'an has four sons. The youngest son of the eldest prince, His Royal Highness Prince Qin, has been sick since he was a child. The total time he can stay and move around in a year is less than ten days. This noble and noble little prince of Prince Qin's palace has reached the age of getting married.
Princess Qin wanted to find a marriage to bring happiness to her son. This little prince was short-lived, and any girl she married would be left a widow. People who cherished their daughters would not be happy.
Those who are interested in clinging to Prince Qin's palace are either from a low background or not outstanding in appearance, and Princess Qin doesn't like them.
Xiao Feng pulled the strings, and Feng Shilang also took action, and worked together to bring her to Princess Qin, who knew nothing about it. She was a girl from the Shilang's house, and she was beautiful and had a generous dowry. Princess Qin really fell in love with her.
she.
Her parents were both dead, so her grandfather arranged a marriage for her.
After she got her hair, she was married into the Prince of Qin's Mansion. As soon as the sedan chair was carried into the Prince's Mansion, the little Prince died.
Before the red event was finished, it turned into a funeral.
She took off her wedding dress, put on mourning clothes, and knelt in the mourning hall with a heart filled with desolation and despair. She mourned for her husband, whom she had never met. Princess Qin fainted from crying several times, jumped up in the mourning hall, and angrily cursed her as a mourner.
Star, if it fails to bring joy, it will cost the life of my son.
None of the female family members of the Feng family who came to express their condolences said a word, and no one stood up for her.
Her heart was cold.
Grandfather Feng Shilang also came and comforted her with pity and would support her.
As soon as he turned around, he expressed his loyalty to Princess Qin and was willing to let her, the daughter of the Feng family, die for the little prince.
The moment the bad news reached her ears, her sky fell.
"Miss, run away." Ji Xiang had a pale face and resolutely put on her clothes: "This slave has only one life, it doesn't matter if I die. Miss, escape and avenge me in the future."
With tears streaming down her face, she changed into auspicious clothes, disguised herself, and while people were coming and going in the palace, she escaped from the palace behind the mourning female relatives.
From then on, he kept his name anonymous and changed his appearance.
There is no more Feng Shaojun in the world.
A few years later, the King of Qin failed in his bid for the throne and was deprived of his title. Everyone in the Qin Palace was exiled to the border. The pampered Princess Qin died within a year.
As a member of the Qin royal party, Feng Shilang was also implicated and dismissed from his official position. Like a lost dog, the Feng family took a boat back to their ancestral home in Pingjiang Mansion. They encountered gangsters on the boat and the whole family became water ghosts and died cleanly.
She got her revenge and became seriously ill. She closed her eyes for a year and died.
She was twenty-six years old when she died.
Twelve years have been like a nightmare.
Today, she opened her eyes before the nightmare started.
…
All kinds of memories from past lives swarmed into my mind.
The hatred and anger in my heart surged endlessly.
Feng Shaojun twitched the corner of his mouth coldly.
"Cousin," a familiar young man's voice sounded after a long absence: "The Feng Mansion is just ahead."
Feng Shaojun quickly came back to his senses and glanced over.
A young man riding a white horse came into view.
This young man is about fifteen or sixteen years old. He is dressed in blue brocade clothes, has handsome features, and is full of energy. His smiling eyes are warmer than a spring day.
My maternal grandmother only gave birth to one daughter, her biological mother Cui. After that, she had no income, so she adopted an adopted son from a distant cousin of the Cui family. Cui Yuanhan was his uncle's eldest son and Feng Shaojun's cousin.
Feng Shaojun lived in his maternal grandfather's house for six years, and he and his cousin Cui Yuanhan were like brothers and sisters, and they had a deep relationship.
It was inconvenient for her to go to Beijing alone as a young girl, so Cui Yuanhan took the initiative to ask Ying to take her back to Beijing, and took care of her food, clothing, housing and transportation along the way, carefully and thoughtfully.
After she escaped from Prince Qin's Mansion in her previous life, she was so cruel that she didn't even send a letter for fear of harming her maternal family. Her grandmother thought she had died in Prince Qin's Mansion, so she fell seriously ill and passed away two years later.
She endured the heartache and returned to Pingjiang Mansion with a different face to express her condolences to her grandmother. She witnessed with her own eyes the ugly faces of the Cui clan members who wanted to divide the family property.
My uncle has a simple and honest temperament and is not good at speaking. He was forced into a state of embarrassment by his tribe.
Young Cui Yuanhan stepped forward and made a big fuss with the Cui clan members to save the family business.
"Cousin," Feng Shaojun stared at the handsome young man on the horse and called softly.
Cousin, I haven’t seen you for a few years. I hope you are well.
Cui Yuanhan smiled and responded: "Don't be nervous. The people you will see later are your elders and relatives."
Elders and relatives?
Ah!
It’s clearly a den of tigers and wolves!
Feng Shaojun suddenly clenched his right hand, a strong murderous intention surged in his heart, and with a smile on his face: "Cousin, stay with me in the capital for a few more days and then go back."
Cui Yuanhan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Of course. After you have settled in properly, I can return to Pingjiang Mansion with peace of mind."
While they were joking, the carriage stopped in front of a mansion.
The vermilion-colored main door is locked, and a black plaque hangs on the door. The plaque is thick and simple, with the words "Feng Mansion" engraved in gold on it.
Feng Shaojun narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze cold.
