Fengjian Qingli and the other two walked over and explained everything that had happened along the way.
After hearing what Fengjian Qingli said, the group's eyes changed from fear to gratitude.
The old man in the lead had bright eyes, a straight back, and spoke in an elegant voice. His accent was also different from that of the people in Beijiang, it was simple and profound.
"Thank you all for saving the lives of my Feng family. If you are in trouble, my Feng family will naturally help you with all their strength. But I have an unwelcome request. I hope you will not tell the outside world about this. My Feng family has already decided not to enter the outside world. I thank you here."
Gu Wei nodded, "Don't worry, we are just staying here for a few days. After we leave, we will forget everything that happened here and treat it as if it had never happened. I, Gu Wei, swear that if I say even a word of joke, I will be struck by lightning and die a miserable death."
In ancient times, people were superstitious and respected ghosts and gods, and oaths carried a lot of weight.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Just call me Grandpa Feng. Come with me."
When he looked at Feng Jian, Qing Li and the other two, he seemed to be disappointed with them. "You three, ah, you are so troublesome."
Feng Jianyu stuck out her tongue smartly and hugged Grandpa Feng's arm to act coquettishly.
"Grandpa Feng is not angry anymore. This is our first time too..."
The group walked towards the village.
Looking around, you can see green waves of rice and wheat, crisscrossing paths in the fields, and planted with green bamboo and mulberry trees.
The sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking could be heard from far away, and smoke rose from the roofs of every household. It was more pure and beautiful than any other village they had seen during their exile; it was truly like a paradise on earth.
Who could have expected that deep in the vast green mountains of Wuming Mountain, there existed such a picturesque village?
Grandpa Feng arranged everyone in a row of blue-tiled houses at the end of the village, which was considered the cleanest and tidiest house in the entire village.
There was a stream flowing down from the top of the mountain next to the room, gurgling. There were also several large sycamore trees planted in the yard, making it quite cool.
That night, everyone slept the most peaceful sleep in the past few days.
But this was not the case in the capital, thousands of miles away.
The Prime Minister's Mansion and the Imperial Palace were in turmoil.
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