Eunuch Yang didn't know Feng Shaojun's temperament.
Feng Shaojun knew Eunuch Yang very well.
As soon as he heard the words, Feng Shaojun knew that the matter was mostly settled, and he sincerely thanked him in a low voice: "Thank you, Eunuch Yang."
Emperor Long'an delayed in establishing a crown prince, and several princes fought endlessly for the throne.
The King of Qin was in charge of the Ministry of War, and he had many courtiers, so he was very powerful. The King of Yan was in charge of the Ministry of Punishment, he was shrewd and decisive, and he had strong support from the Yuan family. His Highness King Zhao, who ranked third, was in charge of the Ministry of Industry, and his power was slightly weaker.
The youngest King of Han, who was only twenty-five this year, was in charge of the Ministry of Household Affairs and was most favored by Emperor Long'an. With the support of Empress Dowager Cao, he was also a strong contender for the throne.
If King Yan wants to aspire to the throne, he must kill all the other three princes. Getting rid of Cao Zhen will undoubtedly cut off the wings of King Han, which is also a good thing for King Yan.
However, the stakes in this matter are indeed important, affecting one person and one person.
Eunuch Yang's eyes flashed and he said calmly: "Don't be in a hurry to thank us. We will tell you the ugly things first. If His Highness, Prince Yan, is unwilling to accept it, you must not have any resentment. You must not come to Hongzhuang Pavilion again in the future!"
He changed his identity to an ordinary person and immediately silenced him.
This Feng Shaojun, after all, is a girl from the Vice Minister's Mansion. He sent another fifty thousand taels of silver... Eunuch Yang also spoke a little more politely.
Feng Shaojun responded without hesitation: "Please rest assured, Eunuch Yang. I have never revealed the secret of Hongzhuang Pavilion to anyone. Today, I am here to see Eunuch Yang alone."
"If things come to pass, in the future, I will be sent by His Highness King Yan, life and death, without any hesitation."
"No, I have nothing to say. I will keep it a secret."
"I live in the Feng Mansion now. If there is news, Eunuch Yang can ask the people from Hongzhuang Pavilion to send rouge and gouache to the Feng family."
After a pause, he whispered again: "In half a month, I will move to the fifth house on Hulu Street in Mingzhaofang. If you have any errands, Eunuch Yang can just give you instructions."
Eunuch Yang looked deeply at Feng Shaojun again and nodded slightly.
…
Half an hour later.
The pretty maid "Ji Xiang" walked out of the Hongzhuang Pavilion with a smile on her arm and a bag on her arm.
It was almost noon at this time.
The coachman waiting outside Hongzhuang Pavilion diligently stepped forward and opened the door.
After Feng Shaojun got on the carriage, he was not in a hurry to return to Feng's house. He went to a teahouse first.
This teahouse is very ordinary, nothing special. Feng Shaojun sat in the teahouse and drank a cup of tea slowly. The teahouse waiter came over with a box.
"This girl, someone just sent this box, saying it was for the girl."
Feng Shaojun rewarded the clerk with one tael of silver.
The waiter happily left with the silver in his hands.
Feng Shaojun took the box and returned to Feng's Mansion. He entered Feng's Mansion through the corner gate as before. Along the way, he met two attentive young men: "Miss Jixiang, I will carry the baggage and pick up the box for you."
"What's the use of your little body? It's better for me to help Miss Ji Xiang!"
Ji Xiang was born lovely and charming, and she was the personal maid of the third girl. The third girl was a rich man, and Ji Xiang was very generous with his money. As a result, the single and unmarried servants in Feng's house were all ready to take action.
Feng Shaojun blinked and responded in a clear voice: "These are all expensive things bought by the third girl. Can you afford to pay for them if they are damaged?"
One sentence made the boys retreat in defeat with their heads hanging down.
Feng Shaojun slowly returned to Hexiangyuan.
Jixiang slept for half a day and was full of energy. After he and his master washed their faces and changed clothes, Jixiang smiled and said: "Miss has been busy for half a day and hasn't eaten yet! I will go to the kitchen now."
Feng Shaojun smiled and said: "I want to eat chicken noodle soup."
Ji Xiang has good cooking skills since he was a child, especially the chicken noodle soup, which is particularly chewy and delicious.
After Feng Shaojun had eaten and drank enough, he took the box and went to Feng Shilang's study.
Su Quan, the long-time follower, stayed loyally outside the study.
One morning, he stopped Mrs. Feng, Feng Shaolan, Feng Shaozhu and Feng Shaoju who came to visit her. Even Mr. Feng was stopped.
As soon as Feng Shaojun showed up, Su Quan was excited, and a chill suddenly ran down his back. Just as he was about to open his mouth to stop him, Feng Shaojun gave him the box with a smile: "Uncle, if you want to rest in peace, I won't disturb your uncle."
"You give this box to my great-uncle to see. My uncle will recover faster if he sees the contents of the box."
Su Quan: "..."
Su Quan looked at the three girls with beautiful smiles, and for some reason, the chill on his back became even stronger.
Feng Shaojun looked at Su Quan, who was on guard, and his smile deepened. The pear vortex was intoxicatingly sweet: "By the way, don't open this box at will. Otherwise, my uncle will be angry."
Su Quan calmed down and responded in a deep voice: "I will definitely convey the words of the third girl to the master."
Feng Shaojun smiled and walked away.
Su Quan hesitated for a moment and then sent the box into the inner room.
A layer of milky white ointment was applied to the left side of Feng Shilang's face, which looked funny and ridiculous.
Su Quan handed the box over and said in a low voice: "Sir, the third girl sent me this box. She also said that after seeing the contents in the box, I will get better quickly."
"The slave didn't dare to make any independent decisions, so he brought the box."
What's in this box?
Feng Shilang's eyes narrowed and he reached out to open the box.
But I saw a pile of letters inside.
Could it be that Feng Shaojun's conscience found out and sent all Feng Lun's letters back?
Wait, that’s not right!
After the initial surprise, Feng Shilang quickly realized something was wrong. Feng Lun's letters were written one after another over several years, and they were read frequently, and the envelopes had long been worn.
The envelope in this box is brand new.
"You step back first." Feng Shilang ordered in a deep voice.
Su Quan responded and quickly withdrew.
Feng Shilang picked up the envelope, opened it, and quickly read it. He read one, then the second, and finally the last one. Feng Shilang's brows became tighter and tighter.
The contents of these letters were indeed written by Feng Lun.
However, the ink is almost dry and the handwriting is beautiful, clearly written by a woman.
I think it was Mother Zheng who copied it overnight.
Feng Shaojun gave him these copied letters to warn him not to think about killing people and silencing them. If Zheng’s mother can copy one copy, she can copy two or three copies...
The capital is so big, and there are restaurants, teahouses, inns, shops and houses everywhere. You can bury them anywhere you want. Even if you dig the ground three feet, you can't find them.
What a great Feng Shaojun! He didn’t reveal his thoughts, but he also struck back quickly and forcefully!
He had been hunting geese all day long, and today he was blinded by a young goose!
Feng Shilang stared at the box for a long time, his mood surged and he could not calm down for a long time.
Then, light a fire and burn all the letters.
Feng Shilang, who was in a bad mood, called Su Quan in and said coldly: "Let everyone who is looking for Zheng's mother come back. There is no need to look for her anymore."
What?
Before, I had gritted my teeth and asked Mama Zheng to "disappear" completely. Why did she change her mind just half a day later?
Su Quan looked up in shock and saw that Feng Shilang's face was ashen. He swallowed the words on his lips and said, "Yes."
