Seeing Feng Shaojun in such "embarrassment", Shen Jia felt distressed and angry, and immediately looked at Feng Shaozhu: "You bumped into Shaojun's cousin, why didn't you apologize?"
In the past, Cousin Jia was the closest to her and always smiled at her.
Now, Cousin Jia actually killed her because of Feng Shaojun!
Feng Shaozhu's eyes widened in disbelief, aggrieved and embarrassed: "I didn't mean it, why are you so mean!"
She did it on purpose, so what could she do!
It was rare for Shen Jia to get angry. He frowned and his eyes were full of displeasure.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, he heard Feng Shaojun whisper: "Cousin Jia, the fourth cousin made an unintentional mistake, and I didn't really fall. Today is a family dinner, everyone should be happy, don't quarrel over trivial matters."
Shaojun’s cousin is so considerate, gentle and lovely!
Shen Jia's expression suddenly softened a lot: "Cousin Shaojun is right, I was too impulsive."
Feng Shaozhu: "..."
Feng Shaozhu was so angry that his eyes were red.
Feng Shaolan was not in the mood to watch Feng Shaozhu's excitement. She frowned and glanced at Shen You quietly. Seeing that Shen You looked indifferent and unmoved, she breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, Mrs. Feng had already exchanged a few words with Mrs. Feng and Mrs. Feng, and waved to Feng Shaojun with a smile: "This is Shaojun! Come here quickly and let your aunt have a good look."
Feng Shaojun stepped forward with a smile and saluted: "Shaojun has met my eldest aunt."
Mrs. Feng took a closer look, held Feng Shaojun's hand, and praised with a smile: "The three younger siblings were beautiful back then, and Shaojun was more beautiful and graceful than his own mother. When people take one look at it, they will like it from the bottom of their hearts."
Among the entire Feng family, the only person Feng Shaojun has some affection for is the elder Feng.
Da Feng was not considered beautiful, her appearance was above average, and she was neither talented nor intelligent. However, she had a kind and gentle temperament and never had any scheming intentions.
Just look at how Da Feng treats Shen You, and you will know Da Feng's character.
"My eldest aunt complimented me so much, so I accepted it shamelessly." Feng Shaojun was not shy and responded with a smile.
Mrs. Feng looked at her beautiful niece, and thought of her younger son who had not yet decided to get married. Her heart suddenly moved. The smile on her face became more friendly: "You have been living in the Cui family for so many years, and now you are finally back. I will wait for you in the future. Now that I have some free time, I can go and live with the Shen family for a while, so that our aunt and nephew can get close to each other."
Xiao Feng immediately smiled and said: "I have told my mother first, eldest sister, please don't fight with me."
Da Feng was born as a concubine, and she had always given way to her sister-in-law since she was a child. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Yes, yes, I will wait first."
While joking, Feng Shaojun walked up to Shen Mao and bowed solemnly: "Three years ago, my uncle collected and buried my father's body. I am so grateful that I would like to accept Shaojun's courtesy."
Shen Mao was a little surprised, and stretched out his hand to give a weak support: "Your father and I are related to the uncle, so it is necessary to take care of his funeral. There is no need for outsiders in the family."
At that time, Feng Lun was reported by the Wei family, a large salt merchant, for corruption and bribery, which was a serious case that shocked the court.
The official position of the Salt Censor of the Lianghuai River was not high, but he was in the seventh rank, but his position was low and powerful. He was in charge of the Salt Road of the Lianghuai River, which was a very lucrative position. Feng Lun served as a fellow magistrate of Qingzhou for several years, and Feng Shilang played an important role in the operation of the court. , and the Cui family secretly spent a lot of money to find such an official vacancy.
Unfortunately, less than three years after taking office, Feng Lun was sued by Yangzhou salt merchant Wei Qidao to the Ministry of Justice.
The petition was filled with blood and tears, accusing Feng Lun of squeezing a group of salt merchants and extorting huge bribes. Even the salt tax on the Lianghuai Salt Road was 20% stolen by Feng Lun.
Emperor Long'an was furious and ordered Feng Lun to go to Beijing to await trial. Unexpectedly, Feng Lun encountered a green forest bandit on the way and lost his life.
A dignified court official was brutally killed by bandits. When the news reached the capital, Emperor Long'an was furious. He immediately sent Xue Lin, commander of the Jinyi Guards, to investigate the case thoroughly.
Shen Mao went to Xue's house in the middle of the night to deliver heavy gifts. Commander Xue ordered Shen Mao to accompany him.
Shen Mao personally collected Feng Lun's body and buried Feng Lun's body in the Feng family's ancestral grave in Pingjiang Mansion.
Commander Xue solved the murder case in just seven days and captured this group of green forest bandits. The next day, more than two hundred heads fell to the ground. The execution ground was filled with blood.
Shen Mao carried the bandit leader's head to Feng Lun's grave and made a blood sacrifice to his wife and brother who died tragically. This was considered a sign of love and justice.
As soon as Feng Lun died, this serious case of corruption was put to rest.
In the end, several officials involved in the case were imprisoned, and the Lianghuai officialdom was changed again. The imperial court appointed a Lianghuai salt censor to fill the official vacancy.
Feng Lun's death also had a considerable impact on Feng Shilang.
Fortunately, Feng Shilang made a decisive decision and married his eldest granddaughter Feng Shaomei into the Office of the Minister of Civil Affairs. By virtue of the marriage with the Xie family, he retained his official position as the Minister of Rites.
Feng Shaojun raised his eyes and looked at Shen Mao: "After the family banquet is over, can I ask my uncle to move to the Hexiang Courtyard? I have something to ask my uncle."
Shen Mao's brows twitched slightly.
Feng Shilang's eyes flashed and he smiled casually: "If you have anything to do, you can just ask now."
Feng Shaojun said softly: "I want to ask my uncle privately about some personal matters. Please forgive me, uncle."
Feng Shilang didn't know what he thought of, his eyes were a little dark, and he glanced at Shen Mao intentionally or unintentionally. Shen Mao nodded slightly, and Feng Shilang said no more.
Mrs. Feng broke the silence with a smile: "Master, the family banquet is ready."
Feng Shilang calmed down, called to everyone, stood up and went ahead.
More than ten members of the Feng family, young and old, moved to the dining hall together.
There were two seats in the spacious dining hall. One for men and one for women. The family banquet was informal and there was no screen. Feng Shaojun sat next to Feng Shaolan. When he raised his head, he happened to see Shen You at the next table.
Feng Shaojun deliberately smiled at Shen You.
Shen You's eyebrows did not move.
Feng Shaojun withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.
…
An hour later, the family dinner ended.
Little Feng went back to Prince Kang's Mansion first, while big Feng took Shen Jia and Shen You to talk in the inner hall.
Shen Mao followed Feng Shaojun unhurriedly and stepped into the Hexiang Courtyard.
Mother Zheng came over with a smile and was stunned when she saw Shen Mao, who was as tall and strong as an iron tower.
Who is this fierce-looking warrior? It can’t be Mr. Feng, right?
"This is Uncle Shen," Feng Shaojun said softly: "Mother Zheng, guard the door. Don't let anyone disturb me from talking to Uncle Shen."
Mother Zheng took the order in a low voice.
When Feng Shaojun and Shen Mao entered the small study, Zheng's mother closed the door and stood guard five or six meters outside the door.
Mother Zheng looks like a girl from the south of the Yangtze River who is delicate and frail, but in fact she is very skilled. Three or five strong men are no match for her.
This small study is neatly tidied. There are tall bookshelves, tables and chairs. The candlesticks are lit, and the bright and soft candlelight illuminates the study.
"Uncle," Feng Shaojun frowned, looked at Shen Mao intently, and asked slowly: "How did my father die three years ago?"
