Feng Yuheng finally relaxed. The Emperor's feet were relatively safe.
The carriage stopped outside the city gate. Yao lifted the curtain and looked out, sighing.
Feng Yuheng patted the dust on her body and comforted her and said, "Mom, don't be afraid. When we return to the house later, we have to tell our father about the coachman and let him make the decision for us."
Feng Zirui also clenched his little fist: "Father will definitely punish the bad guys severely!"
Grandma Sun nodded, "If there is such a servant in the house, I will definitely investigate it thoroughly."
But Yao waved his hands repeatedly, "You can't cause trouble for your father as soon as you come back. It's a blessing that we can get home safely. As for the coachman... just say that he fell to death on the way. Don't mention anything else."
"It would be lucky if it was really the driver who caused trouble. I'm afraid it was the driver who couldn't tolerate us.
Husband's master." Feng Yuheng's words caused Yao and Grandma Sun to frown at the same time.
In fact, everyone had several guesses in their minds, but no one said it as quickly as Feng Yuheng said. Grandma Sun was a servant, and she was filled with joy thinking that her master would live a good life from now on. Although the Yao family
They no longer have too many extravagant hopes for Feng Mansion, but they also look forward to a stable life in the future. The coachman's matter is a thorn in their hearts for several of them. They say they don't want to mention it again because they are afraid of trouble, but in fact they are just deceiving themselves.
"Mom, remember, sometimes, if you endure for a while, you won't be able to calm down the sea, and if you take a step back, you won't necessarily get a brighter future." Feng Yuheng was worried about Yao's temperament having to change, but she also knew that she couldn't rush now.
Now...she raised her eyes and looked at the official road not far away, and saw the crowd gradually becoming noisy. In the direction they came from, there was a team slowly marching towards the city gate surrounded by people.
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The people were obviously well prepared. Feng Yuheng's carriage was soon crowded by the crowd. Following the sound of the triumphal horn, a large number of people crowded from the city to the outside of the city. When they met the team, they automatically stood on the official road.
Both sides.
Some were carrying flower baskets, some were carrying eggs and grain, some were carrying wine bowls, and some were holding children with tears in their eyes.
Some people simply knelt down and kowtowed to the team.
Feng Yuheng looked at the team and saw that behind the pioneer, a gorgeous chariot was heavily protected. The chariot was surrounded by navy blue curtains. Four soldiers stood at the four corners, wearing heavy armor.
, holding a long blade and looking solemn.
The people kowtowed to the car one after another, and she heard everyone saying: "The Ninth Prince won the battle two years earlier than the time limit set by the Emperor. He is the God of War of our Dashun!"
"The Ninth Prince is a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"
Everyone knelt down, and for a moment, Feng Yuheng's carriage seemed particularly out of place.
But no one paid much attention to them. When the Ninth Prince returned in triumph, people were busy cheering and singing, and people kept passing wine bowls to the soldiers.
But I never saw anyone pick up.
The common people were used to it, and they just thought that military regulations were strict. However, Feng Yuheng found that in this vast team, there was no joy in triumph, and even the pioneer officer walking in front had a gloomy look on his face.
But it was a fact that the Ninth Prince had won the battle, and she had confirmed this many times along the way. Post stations everywhere were announcing this great event, and the good news was plastered all over the streets.
Joy is not like joy, everything must happen for a reason.
She looked towards the car again, and her eyes were filled with more exploration. As luck would have it, when the car passed by, a strong gust of wind blew by and lifted the curtain of the car window.
There is a face wearing a golden mask in the curtain, starting from the nose to the forehead, the whole face is covered by the mask. Only a small hole is opened between the eyebrows, and a faint purple can be faintly seen.
Feng Yuheng subconsciously stood up on the carriage, staring straight at the opposite car curtain being blown up and closed by the wind, blown up again, and closed again. She put her hand on her heart and couldn't breathe smoothly.
The three Yao people also got out of the carriage. Seeing her reaction, they just regarded it as a normal reaction after seeing a big scene for the first time. However, when Feng Yuheng's heart saw that purple color, it suddenly set off a huge wave.