"Mother Zheng," Ji Xiang, who was dressed as "Feng Shaojun" in another wing, whispered, "I didn't show any flaws today, did I?"
In the past, when she played the role of mistress, she would hide in her boudoir and see people occasionally. Today, she came to Feng's house and knelt down all day, surrounded by the female members of the Feng family. She was afraid that she would be exposed, and her spirit was always tense.
Mother Zheng comforted Ji Xiang in a low voice: "You performed very well today. Tomorrow you will still be like this, kneeling in the corner and pretending to cry a few times. Anyway, you can't talk freely in the mourning hall. If you don't say anything, no one will be suspicious.
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Ji Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, lay down on the bed, and slept with his clothes on. After sleeping for less than three hours, at dawn, a maid knocked on the door.
Ji Xiang rubbed his eyes and got up to sit down.
A middle-aged woman with mediocre appearance stood in front of the bronze mirror and carefully arranged her makeup for Ji Xiang.
This woman is Mrs. Hu.
When Mrs. Xu left the capital, she deliberately left Madam Hu behind. With Madam Hu around, even if Feng Shaojun didn't show up for a month, Ji Xiang could still make his master look presentable.
After cleaning up, Jixiang left the house and met Shen Maoda Feng.
Ji Xiang always kept in mind the principles of "speak less and make fewer mistakes" and "not saying anything is good". He stepped forward to salute, called his second uncle and aunt, then shut up and silently followed Mr. Feng.
Da Feng was secretly pleased.
That's right.
All grudges are separated after death. Mrs. Feng has passed away. No matter how many knots we had in the past, we should let them go.
"Young Master," Da Feng said softly, "you will stay with me today."
"Feng Shaojun" nodded softly in agreement.
This day was uneventful again.
On the third day of the funeral, the mourning hall became noisy.
It turned out that Mrs. Feng’s natal brother and several nephews came to express their condolences and insisted on seeing Mrs. Feng for the last time. Feng Shilang refused to open the coffin, which immediately angered his natal family, so they rushed to the coffin and worked together to lift the coffin.
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The servants outside the mourning hall wanted to rush in, but were stopped by Feng Wei.
Feng Wei has a weak temperament, is fond of women and beauty, and has many shortcomings. However, his feelings for his mother, Mrs. Feng, are extremely deep.
Before he went out to drink that day, he visited Mrs. Feng. When he came back the next day, the Feng family had hung up white flags and held a funeral. After two days of shock and grief, the grief subsided a little, and suspicion gradually came to mind.
He wanted to see his mother "for the last time" several times, but his father stopped him. Today, his uncles and cousins came to visit, and it was he who gave a few subtle hints that led to such a big fuss in the mourning hall.
As soon as the coffin was opened, the scars on Mrs. Feng's forehead, whose face was ashen as death, were clearly exposed to everyone.
"Feng Ping! What's going on? Didn't you say that my sister died of a serious illness? Where did the injury on her forehead come from?" Mrs. Feng's brother is also in his fifties, with half-white hair.
With a face full of anger, he reached out and grabbed Feng Shilang's shirt: "Explain it to me clearly!"
Several nephews from his mother's family came together and surrounded Shilang Feng in the middle. They all looked sad and angry.
Feng Shilang had never been so embarrassed in his life. No matter how he explained, he seemed feeble: "You all calm down and listen to me. This was when she was turning over on her own. She accidentally fell off the couch and was hit on her forehead.
broken……"
"Bah! That's nonsense!"
"My aunt is seriously ill, so how can she find the strength to stand up?"
"Even if it fell on the edge of the couch, it must have been injured on the forehead. How could it be injured in the middle of the forehead?"
"Someone must have done something to my aunt. My poor aunt married into the Feng family, gave birth to three sons and one daughter, took care of the house, and worked hard all her life. But in the end she ended up like this..."
Feng Wei knelt beside the coffin, looked at his mother's pale face, looked at the obvious scars on her forehead, and cried bitterly: "Mother, mother!"
In the chaos, someone didn't know who punched Feng Shilang.
Feng Shilang's nose was hit hard, and his nose suddenly started to bleed.
The guards outside the mourning hall finally rushed in and tried their best to "pull" Mrs. Feng's family away.
Mrs. Feng's brother was completely angry and raised his arms and shouted: "My sister died in an unexplained death. The Feng family must give us an explanation today! Don't be afraid, just do it. I want to see what this old thief Feng Ping is like.
You killed my sister, and you dare to harm us again in broad daylight!"
As he spoke, he reached out and punched Feng Shilang hard in the face.
Feng Shilang saw stars in his eyes and shouted angrily: "Hurry, stop them quickly!"
Feng Wei wiped his face hard, rushed over, and shouted angrily at the Feng family's guards: "This is a family matter of the Feng family, all of you, get out of my way!"
Feng Shilang: "..."
The female relatives were all frightened and did not care to kneel anymore. They stood up and rushed out of the mourning hall.
Yao's face turned pale when she heard the screams coming from the mourning hall, and she asked Zhou tremblingly: "Sister-in-law, the Li family is making such a fuss in the mourning hall, what should we do next?"
Mrs. Zhou knelt in the mourning hall for two days and two nights, her face turning blue and her legs shaking. She sighed bitterly after hearing this: "We can't control this matter, and it's not our turn to intervene. Just wait outside the mourning hall."
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Da Feng also looked ugly.
She has always been respectful and close to her father Feng Ping, but when the facts are before her eyes, she cannot help but not believe him.
What about falling off the bed? This kind of rhetoric can only deceive a child of several years old.
Mrs. Feng's death must have something to do with Shilang Feng. I think Shilang Feng also had a guilty conscience. Otherwise, how could he give in like this and be unable to stand up straight?
The scene of causing a big fuss in the mourning hall was really exciting.
Ji Xiang listened to the goings on inside with his long ears, and secretly thought that when the young lady came back, he would tell the young lady about this excitement.
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Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.
The news that the Feng family was in mourning quickly spread. I don't know how many people secretly watched the Feng family's lively joke, and I don't know how many people gossiped behind their backs.
"No wonder Mrs. Feng died so quickly. It turned out that Mr. Feng had done something."
"Shilang Feng is really cruel and ruthless. He was able to do this to his wife who has been married for decades!"
"Didn't you say that Mrs. Feng fell off the bed on her own and got the scar on her forehead?"
"Haha, this sounds like perfunctory words. Think about it, if something had not happened, how could Mrs. Feng suddenly become seriously ill and pass away?"
"The Princess of Kang County is the one who died suddenly of a sudden illness! Tsk tsk! The Feng family is really lively."
"Isn't it? I heard that Feng Shilang was beaten up by his wife's brother and nephew, and his head and face were covered with blood. He had to be raised for at least a month or two before he could see anyone. It can be regarded as retribution."
This incident quickly reached Feng Shaojun’s ears.
Feng Shaojun raised the corners of his mouth sarcastically.
Feng Ping, an old thief, usually had the most reputation. This time, he had a bad reputation as a "wife-killer" that he couldn't wash away.
