Early the next morning, the female family members of the Feng Mansion gathered in Shuya Garden to pay their respects to the old lady.
Chen Yu was also sitting on the side seat accompanied by two girls, Yi Lin and Yi Yue. Tea was placed on the table next to her, but she had a swollen hand and never dared to hold it.
Feng Yuheng snuggled on the soft cushion at the old lady's feet, put her hand on her wrist, and was diagnosing the old lady's pulse.
This was always the time when Mrs. Du felt that Feng Yuheng was most useful. It was better to have a granddaughter who knew medicine at home than to have a doctor named Keqing, so as to avoid having to deal with Zi Rui's problems before.
"Grandma's health is fine." After taking her pulse for a while, Feng Yuheng put down her hand to comfort the old lady, "Although it's autumn, grandma's waist and legs have been well protected this year. She has no serious illness and her Qi and pulse are all smooth."
After hearing this, the old lady felt relieved and kept praising her: "We, Ah Heng, are the most capable."
Feng Yuheng then warned the old lady again: "But be careful of your gallbladder fire! Grandma has been a lot angry recently, which is not good for her gallbladder fire."
The old lady sighed helplessly. It would be strange if she was more angry.
Mr. Han, who was sitting next to him in the side seat, rolled his eyes and said in a weird voice: "Things in the house are happening one after another. It's strange that you don't get angry." As he spoke, he took a look.
Chen Yu: "Miss, do you think so?"
Chen Yu lowered his head and didn't want to pay attention to her.
However, Mrs. Han refused to give up and said: "Especially the hands of the eldest lady made the old lady angry! Oh, let me tell you, you can't just fall into a coma casually.
Maybe you will be the one who suffers in the end."
Everyone felt uncomfortable as soon as Mrs. Han opened her mouth. In the past, Mrs. Han was very charming and charming, but now, Mrs. Han has a bit of yin and yang aura that is close to Feng Yuheng.
Chen Yu was so angry at what she said that he couldn't help but suppress it. He just disagreed with Han's words: "I am really sick. Aunt Han must not confuse right and wrong."
"Yo?" Mrs. Han raised her voice, "What did I say about right and wrong? When did I say that the eldest lady was pretending to be sick?"
"You..." Chen Yu felt that the current Han family was a shrew, and she didn't want to talk nonsense with the shrew. So she lowered her head again and closed her mouth.
Han looked at Chen Yu and smiled coldly, "My hand was pricked like that. I really don't know if it can get better. The eldest lady has been good at piano skills since she was a child. Now one of her hands has been pricked. She has been practicing hard for many years.
I'm afraid you can't play the piano, right?"
Chen Yu's heart suddenly sank, and he suddenly raised his head and asked, "What do you mean?" Then he looked at Feng Yuheng, "Is my hand going to heal?"
Feng Yuheng rolled her eyes and said, "If Aunt Han is also a doctor, eldest sister should believe her."
"Okay." The old lady couldn't bear to listen to Han's weird words. "If Shu Yayuan can't accommodate you, go back to your yard. You have forgotten your identity, and you don't even know how to call yourself concubine.
I see you have other pictures, right?"
No matter how bold Mr. Han was, he did not dare to confront the old lady, so he lowered his head and stopped talking.
But the old lady looked at Chen Yu's hand, feeling worried in her heart, and couldn't help but ask Feng Yuheng: "Your eldest sister's hand..."
"Don't worry, grandma." She gave a comforting smile, "If it takes at least half a month, or at most a month, my eldest sister's hand will be fine."
The old lady breathed a sigh of relief, and Chen Yu felt relieved after hearing this.
"Chen Yu!" the old lady said, "It's all thanks to Ah Heng that you suddenly fell ill this time. Without her, I'm afraid you wouldn't have woken up until now. You have to thank your second sister very much."
Feng Chenyu gritted her teeth with hatred. She wanted to kill Feng Yuheng, so how could she thank her? "Please grandma think more about the family. After all, the second sister is only twelve years old. Even if she has the true biography of the old miracle doctor Yao,
She was only a few years old. As for the Persian strange people she talked about, it is better not to believe in the aliens from outside. Don't be so dependent that you miss the family members."
When she said this, she didn't have a good tone because she was facing Feng Yuheng. The old lady got angry when she heard it - "Are you lecturing me? That day you were unconscious and I stayed with your father all night.
No matter how many doctors we called, they couldn't revive you. I had no choice but to go to your second sister, and you did wake up under her treatment. It's okay to be grateful. How could you say such a thing?
?It’s so ungrateful! It’s so ungrateful!”
Chen Yu was startled and immediately realized that what she said was too serious. It was true that she hated Feng Yuheng, but the person she was talking to now was an old lady. How could she put her temper on this grandmother who even had to give in to her father?
On your body?
Realizing this, Chen Yu quickly stood up and knelt down in front of the old lady: "Please forgive me, grandma! Chen Yu has only woken up a few days ago, and his mind is not very clear yet. What he just said was really nonsense!"
"Looking up again, there were two strings of tears on his face. That little appearance will make people hurt as much as possible. How can the old lady continue to complain about her?
"Get up quickly." She sighed, "I know you are in good health, so I don't blame you. It's just that your second sister is really kind-hearted, and you always have to thank others."
Feng Chenyu scolded the old lady in her heart, saying that this old lady had lived too long and was so confused that she could be coaxed so happily by a wild child from the mountains and defend her like this.
But the old lady insisted. She had no choice but to hold her breath and said to Feng Yuheng: "In that case, thank you second sister." She didn't even look at Feng Yuheng when she spoke.
The old lady also felt that Chen Yu's attitude was bad, so she was about to say something to her again, but at this moment, a girl came in from outside with a white greeting card in her hand.
Aunt Zhao quickly stepped forward to take the note, and after saying a few words to the girl, she turned to the old lady and said, "This is a funeral note from Bu Mansion. Mr. Bu, the Minister of Civil Affairs, is mourning. Our mansion is
You should go and express your condolences." She said as she handed the note to the old lady.
The old lady took it and looked at it while saying: "You should go. When Shen was mourning, the eldest son of the Bu family also came."
After hearing this, Feng Yuheng made a mental calculation. The eldest son of the Bu family was named... Bu Baiqi? Her grandfather Yao Xian got the news of her birth when he was treating Bu Baiqi's injuries.
"The eldest son of the Bu family is really a honest and honest man. Let's..." The old lady couldn't finish her words at this point. Her voice paused and her hands shook. She subconsciously went to see Feng Yu.
Heng, just glanced at it and then looked away again.
Feng Yuheng found it funny and took the initiative to ask: "Did Aheng be mentioned in the funeral notice?"
The old lady nodded in embarrassment, but retracted the mourning note in her hand, "Yes, there is an invitation to A-Heng in the note."
"Ha." She couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You actually named someone in the funeral notice? This is a wedding event for the Bu family!" Usually only wedding invitations would specifically name someone to go with, but mourning notices were written in this way.
Invited by the family as a unit.
The old lady also felt that the Bu family had gone too far, but what she thought was too much was not the roll call on the funeral post, but the fact that the post actually said clearly: Feng Yuheng, the concubine of the Feng family, is invited to go to Bu Mansion to pay tribute to Bu.
Shangshu kowtows to apologize. But she dare not say this to Feng Yuheng. God knows how the second granddaughter will react. What's more, what does Bu Shangshu's death have to do with their Aheng?
"The Bu family is really bullying people!" The old lady put down the mourning note in her hand, "Aheng, don't pay attention to it."
Anshi also nodded, "The official position of Bu Shangshu is only the second rank, but our master is the first rank. How can we allow them to name the young lady of the Feng family to express their condolences."
Yao also spoke, speaking more professionally than An - "There are no such rules in the court."
Everyone agreed with her words and nodded, but only Feng Chenyu frowned and said to herself: "Although Bu Shangshu's official position is not as good as his father's, there is still a noble concubine in the palace!"
When the old lady heard this, she began to think again.
It is true that a minister cannot control the prime minister, but the concubine in the palace is different. Although everyone knows that Bu Shangshu was beaten to death by the concubine, and the concubine was thrown out by the emperor himself, and because of offending
Concubine Yun. But even so, there was no news in the palace that the concubine was demoted. It seemed that her life was no different from before. In this way, the relationship became more subtle.
The old lady subconsciously looked at Feng Yuheng, and what she saw was a face that was at ease and calm, without the slightest hint of worry.
Seeing her looking over, Feng Yuheng opened her mouth and said proactively: "Grandma, there is no need to worry, Aheng will just go to Bufu. In any case, Aheng saw Mr. Ribu's death with his own eyes, so I won't go."
I always feel awkward in my heart when I express my condolences."
Hearing what she said, the old lady immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She was really afraid that her granddaughter would become stubborn and refuse to go, and she would cause trouble again.
"Ah Heng is really sensible." She said sincerely: "It would be great if all the children in the family could be like you."
Feng Yuheng threw out this reason, and Xiangrong who was sitting next to her had to leave. So she stood up and said, "Xiangrong and the second sister have the same idea."
The old lady nodded repeatedly, "Then let's all go together. Grandma will take you to Bufu personally." Then she looked at Chen Yu and said, "You will come too."
After leaving Shu Yayuan, Mrs. Yao took Feng Yuheng and walked a few steps quickly. When she was far away from everyone, she said: "There are not many other people in the Bu family. You should know something about it. It's just Bu Shangshu's only son.
Bai Qi, I have been on good terms with your maternal grandfather’s family for many years. He is now a fifth-grade doctor in the household department, and he..."
Seeing that Yao was speaking in a hurry, Feng Yuheng simply took over the words: "He has a son named Bu Cong, who once asked his father to come to Feng Mansion to propose marriage to me."
Yao nodded: "Do you still remember?"
Of course she didn't remember, she heard what others told her, but she didn't want to explain too much, so she just nodded casually: "I understand what mother means, don't worry, since Aheng has promised the Ninth Prince, there is no way he will give birth to someone else."
Feelings."
Mrs. Yao breathed a sigh of relief, "Anyway, you have to be careful in what you say and do when you go to Bu's house. I always feel that this funeral may not be that simple."
It was scheduled to go to Bu's house to express condolences early the next morning. Feng Yuheng put on plain clothes early and went to Shu Yayuan to pick up the old lady, and personally accompanied the old lady to the door of the house.
Xiangrong had also been waiting at the door early in the morning. As soon as the three of them met, they saw Xiangrong looking in one direction with a frightened expression on his face.
Several people looked around and saw a white shadow far away, floating towards this side like a ghost... [End of this chapter]