MTL - Feng Xing-Chapter 70

Feng Sheng turned around to leave, but Fan Jinchuan called to stop her: "Brother Fang Xian."

"Is there anything else?"

He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I apologize to you on behalf of my mother, she shouldn't have scolded you that day."

"It's okay, Auntie is an elder, so she must have misunderstood something." Feng Sheng said with a nonchalant smile.

"Is that why you don't accept me?"

That's right, Feng Sheng didn't accept Fan Jinchuan that day, but it was a pity that he was interrupted by Man'er's hanging beam only halfway through.

"It's sort of, but it's not all. Brother Fan should know that I don't want to have **** with a man and a woman right now. And—" She turned her head to look at him and smiled: "Whether I accept it or not, Brother Fan already has a result, hasn't he? I wish you and Miss Man'er, raise your eyebrows together, and have a precious son soon."

These words crushed Fan Jinchuan all at once, he couldn't even hold back a wry smile, his shoulders collapsed.

After a while, he said, "I'm sorry to disturb you."

Feng Sheng nodded and hurried into the house.

Fan Jinchuan looked at the place where she disappeared for a long time before turning around slowly.

After Fengsheng went in, he said to Zhiqiu: "I see Uncle Yu tomorrow, let him find a house outside, and let's move out as soon as possible."

Zhichun asked: "Master, why do you suddenly think of moving out? Isn't it a good place to live here?"

"Young master, move as soon as you say, why are there so many of you?" Zhiqiu said while pulling Zhichun away.

Feng Sheng listened to the two girls whispering outside, rubbing her forehead wearily, leaning back in the chair, she was thinking about where she was going, but her mind was in chaos.

She stood up and went to the study, only lighting a lamp on the desk.

The dizzy yellow light gradually illuminated the surroundings. She stood for a while before she sat down behind the desk and opened a volume of papers on it.

The time passed slowly in the busyness, and the time soon came to the eighteenth day.

Fan Jinchuan's wedding was not a big one, but he invited a few acquaintances, but people gave gifts since the day before yesterday. He didn't accept these gifts, and let his servants return them all.

When Feng Sheng arrived, Fan Jinchuan was in the bridegroom's wedding attire and was entertaining the guests.

Seeing Feng Sheng, he froze for a moment.

Since the last time we met, Fan Jinchuan had lost a lot of weight, but he seemed to be in good spirits, he cupped his hands at Feng Sheng with a smile on his face, and said you're here.

Seeing his attitude, Feng Sheng also felt relieved, she was really afraid that he would lose his composure in front of people, it would be embarrassing.

The wedding went on quickly, and it was a very simple worship ceremony.

With tears in his eyes, Bao looked at Fan Jinchuan and Man'er who were kneeling in front of her, and said, "Seeing that you two can get married, even if mother is dead now, you can sleep well."

"Mother." Man'er, who still had a hijab on her head, said shyly.

"Mother, what are you talking about at a time like this?" Fan Jinchuan said.

Baoshi wiped away tears: "Today is your day of great joy, mother really shouldn't say these things."

A friend of Fan Jinchuan came out to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, send the bride to the bridal chamber quickly, Zijin, come out quickly, we will not return today if we are not drunk."

…

Feng Sheng followed the crowd to the East Chamber.

Just now before saluting, several guests came, and the leader was Du Mingliang, the prefect of Yangzhou. He and Fan Jinchuan were in the same seat, and with him were several senior officials. Fan Jinchuan is too busy to come out now, so Feng Sheng can only come out to entertain, drink tea and talk with him, until Fan Jinchuan hurried over, Feng Sheng retreated.

The other two seats were Fan Jinchuan's friends and people from the yamen. Feng Sheng sat at the friend's table. She didn't know any of these people, but there was a young man named Lu Ziyue who was always looking for him. she talks.

This man named Lu Ziyue couldn't tell where he came from, but he could only tell from his attire that he was a literati, quite a bit like a celebrity in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, with wild behavior and uninhibited speech.

Feng Sheng had heard Fan Jinchuan mention Lu Ziyue a few times, and knew that this person was a very good friend of him, otherwise he would have never imagined that such a person was actually a friend of that nerd Fan Jinchuan.

"Brother Fengfu, why don't you go in for a drink, instead stand here enjoying the cool air."

Feng Sheng turned his head to look, and it was Lu Ziyue. Just now after drinking for three rounds, Feng Sheng came out on the pretext of going to the toilet. Seeing that the night sky outside was beautiful and the night breeze was cool, he didn't go in.

"It's too hot inside, let's get some fresh air outside."

"It's true, we don't know each other well, and we don't drink too much."

"Why is Brother Zi Yue also out?"

"Zijin was taken to drink. I have a weird temper and I can't chat with many people, so I also came out to get some air." Lu Zi said with a hearty smile.

Seeing this, Feng Sheng felt a little fond of this person. Du Mingliang and the others sitting in the inner room were all local top officials, and the two seats outside seemed to be flirting with each other whether they wanted to or not. This Lu Zi said It is said that living in Yangzhou all the year round, it is very rare to be able to do this.

Neither of them spoke, but Lu Ziyue seemed to be very curious about Feng Sheng, and his eyes kept rolling on her intentionally or unintentionally.

Feng Sheng was a little displeased, and when he was about to excuse himself to leave, Lu Ziyue suddenly said: "I've endured it for a long time, but don't be surprised if I say something, Fan Zijin is just a nerd, don't argue with him."

"Brother Lu, why did you say that?"

"He told me about you and him a long time ago, when you were a boy."

Feng Sheng's smile froze, and he frowned.

Lu Ziyue seemed to see her displeasure, and said with a smile: "He is such a fool. He was very confused for a while, so he told me the matter. That's how he is. He hides everything in his heart and is too rigid. , too much emphasis on morality and etiquette, and a filial son, so this result between you is doomed."

"Brother Lu, did you misunderstand something?"

"Misunderstanding? Well, it's my misunderstanding. In fact, I didn't have any malicious intentions, but I just wanted to make you happy. I didn't expect to say the wrong thing again. But I said these for nothing else, just to fight for your injustice, and I admire it. You can come on this kind of occasion, he is really quite muddleheaded."

Feng Sheng narrowed his eyes and smiled: "It seems that Brother Lu really misunderstood something. I have known Brother Fan for a long time. He is my Shangfeng, and I work with him. Today is his great joy, so I naturally want to come."

"Is that so?"

"Is there anything else?"

Lu Zi said looking at her with a smile: "Well, it seems that I was worrying too much, brother Fengfu, don't blame me. Let's go and drink. I will punish myself for three cups first, and I will treat it as an apology for you."

By the time Feng Sheng left from the Yamen of the Yanyun Department, it was already dead of night.

She drank a little too much, that Lu Zitian kept asking her for a drink, and it took her a lot of effort to get rid of his entanglement. This person has no other intentions, just a drunk lunatic.

Dao Qi was waiting for her outside in the carriage, Feng Sheng got into the carriage, leaned on the cushion, and rubbed his forehead.

At this time, she felt that something was wrong, there was still someone in the car.

Looking at it, it was King Wei sitting there.

King Wei wore a brocade robe embroidered with dark patterns in stone blue, and the skirt and cuffs were embroidered with intricate patterns with gold thread. A head of black hair is **** on the top of the head and fastened with a white jade crown, which makes his face more beautiful like a crown jade.

"Why are you here?!"

Feng Sheng looked around, only to realize that it was not she who asked Wei Wang, but Wei Wang who asked her, because the carriage obviously did not belong to her.

"Fan Zijin's wedding, the king is here to give gifts."

"Then why am I in your carriage?"

King Wei looked at her: "Then you have to ask yourself."

"Hey, no." Feng Sheng rubbed the center of his brows and asked, "Did Your Highness see my carriage?"

"did not see it."

"Then tell the coachman to stop, I'll go down." After saying that, Feng Sheng got up to lift the curtain, but was grabbed by the wrist by King Wei.

Feng Sheng looked back at him, but he still didn't look at Feng Sheng, he was facing forward with an indifferent expression.

"Since you're here, I will take you back home."

"My coachman will look for me."

"The king has ordered someone to inform him."

When did this happen, why didn't she know? But it was obvious that King Wei didn't intend to answer, so Feng Sheng could only sit down.

The carriage drove forward.

I have to admit that Wei Wang's carriage is good, anyway, Feng Sheng doesn't feel any bumps at all, unlike hers, which can only be filled with various cushions to relieve discomfort.

Not only was there no bumping, but there was also a small table next to the wall of the car. On the small table were placed the stove and tea-making objects. For some reason, these things did not move at all on the table.

"Tea." Wei Wang pointed in front of her, Feng Sheng knew this tea was for her.

She picked it up and took a sip. She wanted to talk, but she didn't know what to say, and it felt weird not to.

"Since His Highness came to give gifts, why didn't you go in? It's a happy event, and you can also ask for a glass of wedding wine."

"There are people inside that the king doesn't want to see."

Feng Sheng said "oh," but didn't say anything.

As the silence continued, she suddenly thought of something and said, "I've changed places to live, coachman..."

"he knows."

How did the coachman know?

However, Feng Sheng didn't ask this question ignorantly. She actually knew that King Wei had unusual concern for her.

"What do you want the account books of those salt merchants for?" King Wei asked, taking a sip of tea.

Feng Sheng didn't know how to answer this question.

Just when she was still thinking of words, Wei Wang said again: "Enough is enough, don't do what you shouldn't do."

"What's not to do?"

King Wei put down the teacup and leaned back, his eyes were meaningful: "I thought you understood."

"His Royal Highness Wei Wang, don't think too much. This is just an excuse for them to surrender. After all, they tried every means to kill me before, so how do I know whether they are sincere or not?"

How clumsy this excuse was, Feng Sheng didn't even want to think about it, but for a while, she could only think of this excuse.

"This king is going back to Beijing, and he may not be back until some time later." King Wei said suddenly.

Feng Sheng looked up at him, a little embarrassed.

He went back to Beijing and told her what to do.

"I wish His Royal Highness King Wei a smooth journey."

"Remember my king's words, don't do what you shouldn't do, hitting a rock with an egg is something a fool would do."

Feng Sheng laughed dryly.

At this time, the carriage stopped.

She opened the curtain and looked out, and saw where she lived.

"His Royal Highness King Wei, I'm here. We will meet later." Before King Wei could speak, she jumped out of the car, as fast as she was running for her life.

King Wei laughed and knocked on the wall of the carriage, and the carriage left here quickly.

Feng Sheng, who was standing at the door, breathed a sigh of relief. After King Wei's carriage left, he found that Dao Qi was driving the carriage and following behind.

"Master, are you okay?" Dao Qi jumped off the carriage and asked.

"It's okay, let's go in."

On the other side, Decai, who was disguised as a coachman, asked, "Your Highness, when will we leave?"

"Tomorrow." After a pause, King Wei said again: "You stay and watch her."

Decai hesitated for a moment, and said, "Yes."

This is him. If it was Dewang, he would probably have to ask another ten thousand questions about why.