The carriage and a dozen horses stopped outside the gate of Feng Mansion.
The concierge of the Feng Mansion hurriedly sent a servant to the inner hall to deliver the message.
Feng Shaojun put down the bamboo curtain and sat in the carriage.
Ji Xiang covered his chest with his hands and murmured in a low voice: "It's over, my slave's heart is beating so fast." She has been serving her master since she was six years old and has never been to the capital!
Feng Shaojun glanced at Jixiang reassuringly: "Don't be nervous, we will stay in Feng Mansion for a few days and then leave."
What do you mean by staying for a few days and then leaving?
Where is the lady going?
Ji Xiang was startled and suddenly looked up: "Miss..."
The young lady with a sweet smile was expressionless at this time, and her black eyes were shining with a cold light. She looked a little strange. Ji Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't say the next words.
Feng Shaojun didn't explain either.
After about a stick of incense, Cui Yuanhan opened the carriage door himself and whispered quickly: "Cousin, the main entrance of Feng Mansion has been opened, and everyone is here to welcome you. Get off the carriage quickly and pay homage to the Feng family."
Ji Xiang watched helplessly as his master changed his face, and smiled sweetly: "Jixiang, follow me out of the carriage."
auspicious:"……"
For some reason, Ji Xiang had a premonition that "today will definitely not be good."
However, Jixiang didn't have any more time to be dazed. Feng Shaojun had already supported Cui Yuanhan's arm to get out of the carriage. Jixiang quickly came to his senses and got off the carriage.
The main entrance of Feng Mansion is wide open.
The first person standing was an old woman in her fifties, wearing a vermilion embroidered cloud pattern and a long green skirt. Her hair was half white, and she wore a vermilion forehead wipe. There were wrinkles on her forehead and at the corners of her eyes.
Revealing fierceness.
This old woman is Mrs. Feng, Feng Shaojun’s grandmother.
Standing on the back right side of Mrs. Feng is a woman in her late thirties or eighteen years old. This woman has slightly rounded cheeks and a kind and friendly look on her face. She is the eldest daughter-in-law of the Feng family, Mrs. Zhou.
The woman on Mrs. Feng's left is Yao, the second daughter-in-law of the Feng family.
Yao is thirty-five years old this year. She is wearing a cherry-red armor and a long autumn-colored skirt. She has three gold hairpins in her hair. Her face is painted pink, and her lipstick is very red. Her eyes are turning around.
, shrewdness exposed.
The girl behind Zhou is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with an oval face, a slightly plump face, and a bit of arrogance in her eyes. She is Feng Shaolan, the eldest daughter of the family.
There are two girls behind Yao.
She was about fourteen years old and had an oval face. She was Feng Shaozhu, the legitimate daughter of her second wife. Feng Shaozhu had delicate facial features, but the only drawback was that her complexion was not very fair. She had to apply makeup every day to make her face white before she could see anyone.
There is also an eleven-year-old girl, who is not tall enough, has a slender figure, willowy eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, and is very beautiful.
This is Feng Shaoju, the concubine of the second wife.
Feng Shaomei, the eldest daughter of the Yao family, got married two years ago.
The men of the Feng family, whether they were working as errands or studying, were not in the mansion. The beautiful concubines in the inner house had no right to show up.
The serious female relatives of the Feng family are all in front of them.
Feng Shaojun's eyes glanced at Mrs. Feng's cold and mean face, and he sneered in his heart.
This grandmother used to do everything possible to prevent her parents from getting married, and she hated Cui in every possible way. She was also very dissatisfied with her son Feng Lun. Over the years, she has ignored her as her granddaughter.
Now I come to greet you eagerly.
In Mrs. Feng's eyes, she is just a piece of fragrant fat.
Mrs. Feng looked at Feng Shaojun with a thoughtful look.
When she saw Feng Shaojun's beautiful face, Mrs. Feng's expression softened a little.
The only advantage of that short-lived Mr. Cui is that he has a charming face that confuses men. Feng Shaojun is even more beautiful than his own mother.
With such beauty, great things can be accomplished.
Mrs. Feng's mood improved a lot, and she took the initiative to open her mouth and said with a smile: "You must be Shaojun! Poor child, you have been wandering outside for so many years. Come to grandma quickly."
Zhou and Yao each had their own plans in mind, and each had a friendly smile on their face.
However, Feng Shaolan and Feng Shaozhu looked unkind and stared angrily at Feng Shaojun.
Feng Shaolan usually relied on her outstanding appearance and temperament, but today when she met her, she was overshadowed by her cousin who had returned to Beijing from afar, and she felt a little blocked.
Feng Shaozhu didn't fare much better. From a distance, Feng Shaojun's skin was as white as jade. When Feng Shaojun came closer, he saw that it was so white that it seemed to shine. It made people jealous!
Feng Shaoju glanced at her cousin quickly and then lowered her head.
The maids and ladies who followed the master also looked at Miss Feng San who had returned to Beijing from afar, and marveled in their hearts.
It is said that beauties come from the south of the Yangtze River, and it is true.
This third lady, who grew up in Pingjiang Mansion, has a skin as smooth as cream, a beautiful face, eyes like autumn water, and the corners of her lips are slightly raised. One look at her, and her sweetness is refreshing.
There are tens of millions of beauties in the world, some are gorgeous and some are charming. Miss Feng San's beauty is not vulgar at all. She has a soft beauty that can easily win the favor of everyone.
This soft and sweet Miss Feng San has light steps, dignified and decent salutes, and her voice is like pearls falling on a jade plate: "Young Master has met my great-aunt!"
Mrs. Feng: "..."
Mrs. Feng's smile suddenly condensed.
These few words were like sharp and slender needles piercing Mrs. Feng's ears.
When Feng Lun was young, Feng Shilang's brother was seriously ill. As he had no children, the second master Feng, who was terminally ill, begged his brother to adopt a son.
Feng Shilang felt sorry for his younger brother who was about to die of illness, and nodded in agreement. He turned to comfort Mrs. Feng: "Second brother, we can't cut off the incense in this house. We three sons will adopt the youngest son to the second brother. When the second brother closes his eyes, we will live together in the future."
Just burn incense and paper every year."
The most important thing is that you can inherit all the family property of Erfang openly.
Anyway, Master Feng is not going to die soon. He still needs to raise his son by himself.
Mrs. Feng thought about it again and again and nodded in agreement.
Unexpectedly, after Feng Lun adopted him, Master Feng's illness actually improved day by day. He also took young Feng Lun to live in his ancestral home in Pingjiang Mansion and personally taught Feng Lun how to read.
It wasn't until Feng Lun passed the scholar examination at the age of thirteen that Master Feng returned to the West.
What's even more annoying is that before his death, Mr. Feng arranged a marriage for Feng Lun with the Cui family.
Feng Lun stayed filial piety for Mr. Feng for three years. Three years later, he passed the provincial examination and went to Beijing to take the national examination. He passed the examination in one fell swoop and honored his ancestors.
Princess Ninghui, who was still young, fell in love with the talented and beautiful Tanhua Lang. However, Tanhua Lang only wanted his childhood sweetheart and his fiancée, so he flatly rejected Princess Ninghui.
Mrs. Feng was so angry that she shouted angrily and forced Feng Lun to break off the engagement.
There is no need to say what the result will be.
In short, Mrs. Feng feels heartbroken every time she thinks about this past incident. Over the years, Mrs. Feng has been very cold to Feng Shaojun, her granddaughter.
Mr. Feng has been dead for more than ten years. Mrs. Feng made up her mind to put this old incident behind her and never mentioned the adoption of Feng Lun in front of others.
Unexpectedly, Feng Shaojun pierced Mrs. Feng's heart with just one mouthful.
Grandmother, great-aunt.
It seems that there is only one word difference, but upon closer inspection, it is completely different.
Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Yao each felt a little thump in their hearts and quickly looked at each other.
Feng Shaojun didn't seem to notice Mrs. Feng's expression darken instantly. He smiled and saluted the Zhou family and Yao family again: "Young master has met the first hall aunt and the second hall aunt!"
Zhou coughed, forced out a kind smile, and helped Feng Shaojun up: "Get up quickly. We don't have to be such a heretic."
Mrs. Yao hurriedly answered the question: "Young Master has returned home from a long way. Please go into the inner hall and sit down quickly. If you have anything to say, please speak slowly."
Mrs. Feng suppressed the anger in her heart and said calmly: "Let's go to the mansion first!"
