Finally, after 7749 needles were inserted, the sweat from the fish had soaked the entire bed, and the old lady, Feng Jinyuan, and the girl were also exhausted. Read the latest chapter of Perfect World, and you will be blinded quickly.
Feng Yuheng asked Huang Quan to put away the silver needle while wiping his hands. He said quietly, "This is a really strange disease. If Ah Heng had inserted the needle a little later, I'm afraid that big sister would never wake up in this life."
The old lady was frightened for a moment, and couldn't help but glare at Feng Jinyuan: "Thank goodness I called Ah Heng over, if you had let you hire those quack doctors and delayed Chen Yu's treatment, you would have regretted it forever."
Feng Jinyuan felt that this matter was very strange, especially the resentful look in Chenyu's eyes after she opened them. It was as if she was going to sting Feng Yuheng to death like a poisonous scorpion. How could she be like someone who had just woken up from a coma?
He seemed to understand something. Looking at Chenyu's hands that were pierced with holes, he shuddered - could it be that Chenyu was pretending to be sick, and he and the old lady were both tricked by Feng Yuheng, causing pain to their daughter?
Feng Yuheng watched Feng Jinyuan's eyes gradually become clearer, knowing that he had figured it out, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
This Feng family is becoming more and more interesting!
"Feng Yuheng!" Feng Jinyuan gnashed his teeth as he looked at his daughter, wishing he could strangle her to death with his own hands, "You have such a cruel heart!"
He said this in a low voice, forced out from between his teeth.
Feng Yuheng blinked at him with a pair of lively eyes, and suddenly smiled like a poppy, charming and poisonous, and said, "So what?"
Yeah! So what?
Even if Feng Jinyuan guessed that Chenyu was pretending to be sick, could he tell her? Would Chenyu dare to admit it?
The father and daughter could do nothing but admit defeat. Chenyu had received 49 needles in vain, and on the surface she had to be grateful to the person who gave her the needles, which made them nauseous just thinking about it.
"That's enough." The old lady wiped her face with the help of Zhao Mama, and then said, "Since Chenyu has woken up, I feel relieved." She ordered the servants in the room, "Help the young lady change her clothes and quilts, they are all soaked with sweat. Don't bathe for now, so as not to catch a cold."
The servants nodded in agreement and began to get busy.
The old lady looked at Feng Yuheng again, her eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you for your hard work, Ah Heng. You didn't sleep all night yesterday, and I woke you up again today. I feel really bad for you."
Feng Yuheng comforted her: "Grandma, please stop saying that. Not to mention that it's my eldest sister who's sick, even if it's someone else, as long as Grandma says a word, Ah Heng will definitely help."
The old lady felt very proud and praised Ah Heng repeatedly, then took Feng Yuheng's hand and walked out of the yard together.
When Feng Jinyuan and Chenyu were left alone, Feng Jinyuan wanted to ask Chenyu if she was faking her illness. But when he saw Chenyu's angry expression, he felt that there was no need to ask. The answer was yes, but he didn't know why Chenyu had to pretend to be sick like this.
After returning to Tongshengxuan, Huang Quan finally burst into laughter, holding onto an old tree in the yard and laughing out loud.
Feng Yuheng waited patiently for her to finish laughing before asking, "Is it that serious?"
Huang Quan nodded vigorously: "That's too much! Miss, this trick of yours is really mean. If the prince knew about it, he would definitely praise you in the same way."
Feng Yuheng stroked his forehead. Damn? You also call this praise? You guys in Prince Yu's Mansion are really creative in praising people!
The next day, Feng Yuheng slept until noon. When she woke up, Yao was sitting beside her couch, sewing a piece of clothing.
She sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Why is mother here? What are you sewing?"
Yao smiled and said, "I made a base garment for you and Zirui. It only needs a few stitches to be finished."
"Hasn't the mansion already made enough clothes? Why is mother going through all this trouble?" She reached out to touch the white cotton fabric. It was very soft and indeed much better than the ones sent by the mansion.
"This is something your Aunt An specially picked out. There's not much material, just enough for each of you three children." Yao put down the work in her hands and reached out to touch Feng Yuheng's head. "When you were in the mountains, you didn't eat well, so your hair was always yellow and thin. Now not only has your hair grown well, but you've also grown into a beauty."
Feng Yuheng heard the hidden meaning in Yao's words, stared at her for a while, and said seriously: "Mother, just say what you want to say, there is no need to be like this."
Yao sighed and held her hand: "Ah Heng, there are some things that mother doesn't want to ask, but it's really uncomfortable to keep it in my heart. If someone asks about it in the future, I don't know what to say."
"Mother, you want to ask me when I learned the archery skill, right?" She knew that although Yao had not seen the skill demonstrated at the palace banquet with her own eyes, it was impossible that no one in the mansion was gossiping about it. Yao had always been a person with a lot on her mind, so it was normal for her to be confused.
She gave a common excuse: "The Persians taught me."
"Is there really such a strange Persian man?" Yao asked bluntly.
Feng Yuheng smiled, "Mother, if you believe it, it's there, if you don't believe it, it's not there. I'm your daughter, I will never harm you."
Yao saw that she was unwilling to say more, and she gave such a reason just so that she could have a reasonable explanation in front of others in the future.
She was helpless, but she did not pursue the matter any further, and only said: "I am your mother, and I only hope for your well-being."
After sending Yao away, Feng Yuheng had to think a few more times.
Yao had already become suspicious of her. Her words "Persian wonder" might have fooled others, but not her mother who lived with her in the mountain village.
I am just asking today. If there are more things that I can't get over in the future, I am afraid that this knot will become bigger and bigger in my heart.
It seems that I have to find a way to distance myself from Yao and send her to Xiaozhou to accompany Zirui?
Feng Yuheng was making up her mind, but she also knew that this matter could not be rushed. There were too many uncertain factors at the moment, and she had to ensure Yao's safety. If she left her sight, this matter needed to be considered.
That afternoon, Qingyu brought back a piece of news: "The Bu family has suffered a great death. Now the whole capital is discussing the funeral of the Minister of Personnel, Lord Bu."
Only then did she remember the Minister of Personnel who was killed by his own daughter at the palace banquet that night. That must be the most depressing way to die in the world, right?
"It's a big funeral, right?" She talked to Qingyu while eating snacks.
Qingyu poured her a cup of tea and nodded, "After all, she is a second-rank official, and she also has the face of Concubine Bu. How can she not be impressive? Someone bought a cicada from Qibaozhai last night. I later sent someone to inquire and found out that it was the Bu family who sent someone to buy it."
The so-called Hanchan is actually a kind of burial object in ancient times, which is placed in the mouth of the deceased to depress the tongue. Hanchan is made of jade and is in the shape of a cicada, which means that the spirit is immortal and can be reborn and resurrected. Generally, wealthy families are very particular about it. The Bu family can go to Qibaozhai to buy Hanchan, which shows that they attach great importance to the funeral of Master Bu.
"Is there any movement from the Bu family?" Nowadays, Qingyu is the person who walks around the most. Feng Yuheng gradually gets used to asking Qingyu for information, and asking Wangchuan and Huangquan to do things.
"The staff at Qibaozhai heard the two people who came to buy cicadas chatting, and they seemed to say that the Bu family had sent a letter to the general far away at the border, asking him to come back to attend the funeral."
Feng Yuheng was very interested in the news and was very satisfied with the performance of the Qibaozhai clerk. She told Qingyu: "Give the clerk who heard the news two taels of silver as a reward. At the same time, you must make it clear to them not to tell anyone anything you heard. Apart from you and me, anyone who wants to inquire about the news must use my waist badge." As she spoke, she handed Qingyu the Feng family waist badge that the old lady had made for her and Xiangrong before entering the palace a few days ago: "Look at this carefully, use it for the time being, and I will replace it when I find a suitable item in the future."
Qingyu was a very smart girl. She understood what Feng Yuheng said: "Miss, you want to train your spies. Don't worry, I will tell the three shops...
At the same time, we will also pay attention to training suitable people to be inserted into the team."
"You are in charge of everything outside now, I feel relieved. But the people you have been watching are not only for business, but also for the spy matter I just mentioned. You have to take it seriously. For this, you have to choose those who are smart, but their appearance must not be surprising. They can't be good-looking, but they can't be ugly either. It's best to have a common face that can't be found in a crowd. This way, it won't leave too deep an impression on people, so that you can reuse them many times."
Qingyu nodded: "I've made a note of it. I'm also selecting the additional staff that the young lady mentioned yesterday. I can bring a group of people in for the young lady to select at noon tomorrow."
"You don't need me to choose. Just bring good people into the mansion. I trust you." She didn't want to do everything by herself. She always gave her subordinates some room to grow. Even if the person Qingyu chose was not good enough or even wrong, it was also a growth experience. She trained Qingyu and others so that one day, even if she was not there, they could still support her.
Qingyu was very grateful and even excited for Feng Yuheng's trust.
She was not willing to be just an ordinary maid who served others. Feng Yuheng valued her so much that she could almost fully stimulate her potential, allowing her to stand on her own and regain her past confidence.
Qingyu believed that, apart from Feng Yuheng, she would never find another master like him in her lifetime.
The master and servant talked for a while, and Qingyu left the house to go to work. Feng Yuheng called Huang Quan and told him, "Find a way to check Bu Cong. The more information the better."
Huang Quan nodded in agreement, but reminded her, "You still have to ask His Highness, or borrow someone over there to check."
Feng Yuheng sighed softly: "Go ahead, anyway we don't have the manpower at the moment."
Watching Huang Quan hurriedly leave, Feng Yuheng couldn't help but feel a little anxious. In this era without convenient communication and transportation, how important is it to establish a powerful information network!
Bu Cong, the man who was said to have some entanglement with her was about to return to Beijing. Why did she feel a little nervous when she heard the news?
What she heard at the palace banquet that day about the past between the original owner and Bu Cong, she thought of it as a beautiful story, and even listened to it with a bit of gossip in her heart.
But now, her intuition told her that Bu Cong's return to Beijing would be a disaster for Feng Mansion or for her, Feng Yuheng...
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