The next morning, the women of the Feng family gathered in Shuya Garden to pay their respects to the old lady.
Chenyu was also sitting on the side seat accompanied by two maids, Yilin and Yiyue. The tea was placed on the table next to her, but she had a swollen hand and did not dare to pick it up.
Feng Yuheng nestled on the soft cushion at the old lady's feet, put his hand on her wrist, and was checking her pulse.
Every time at this time, it was the time when Mrs. Du felt that Feng Yuheng was most useful. Having a granddaughter who understood medical principles at home was better than keeping a guest doctor, so as to avoid the previous incident of Zirui.
"Grandma is fine." After taking her pulse for a while, Feng Yuheng put down her hand and comforted the old lady, "Although it is autumn, Grandma's waist and legs have been well taken care of this year. She has not had any serious illness, and her qi and meridians are smooth."
The old lady felt relieved after hearing this and kept praising her: "Our Ah Heng is still the most capable."
Feng Yuheng then warned the old lady: "But be careful about your courage and anger! Grandma has been getting angry a lot recently, which is not good for your courage and anger."
The old lady sighed helplessly. Was she very angry? It would be strange if she wasn't very angry.
Han, who was sitting on the side seat, rolled her eyes and said in a strange voice: "There are so many things going on in the mansion. It would be strange if I didn't get angry." As she spoke, she glared at Chenyu: "Miss, don't you agree?"
Chenyu lowered her head and didn't want to pay attention to her.
Han refused to give in and continued, "Especially the eldest lady's hands, which made the old lady even more angry! Alas, if you ask me, people should not just fall into a coma casually, or you will be the one who suffers in the end."
As soon as Han opened her mouth, everyone felt uncomfortable. Han used to be charming and beautiful, but now she had a weird aura similar to Feng Yuheng.
Chenyu was so angry at what she said, but she had to suppress it. She just disagreed with Han's words: "I am really sick, Aunt Han, please don't confuse right and wrong."
"Oh?" Han raised her voice, "What did I say? When did I say that the young lady was faking illness?"
"You..." Chenyu felt that Han was a shrew now, and she didn't want to waste any more time talking to a shrew. So she lowered her head again and shut her mouth.
Han looked at Chenyu and smiled coldly, "The hand was pierced like that, I really don't know if it can be healed. Miss has been good at playing the piano since she was a child, and now one of her hands has been pierced. I'm afraid she can't play the piano that she has practiced for many years, right?"
Chenyu's heart suddenly sank, and she suddenly looked up and asked, "What do you mean?" Then she looked at Feng Yuheng, "Is my hand not going to be healed?"
Feng Yuheng rolled her eyes, "If Aunt Han is also a doctor, then Big Sister should believe her."
"That's enough." The old lady couldn't stand Han's strange words any longer. "If Shuya Garden can't accommodate you, then go back to your yard. You even forgot your identity and can't even call yourself a concubine. I think you have other intentions, right?"
No matter how bold Han was, she didn't dare to go against the old lady. She lowered her head awkwardly and stopped talking.
The old lady looked at Chenyu's hand, and a wave of worry rose in her heart. She couldn't help but ask Feng Yuheng: "Your elder sister's hand..."
"Don't worry, grandma." She gave a comforting smile, "In half a month at the least, or a month at the most, big sister's hand will be fine."
The old lady then breathed a sigh of relief, and Chenyu also felt relieved after hearing this.
"It's so beautiful!" The old lady said, "You suddenly fell ill this time, it's really thanks to Ah Heng. If it weren't for her, I'm afraid you wouldn't have woken up until now. You should thank your second sister."
Feng Chenyu gnashed her teeth in hatred. She wanted to kill Feng Yuheng, so how could she thank her? "Please consider the family. After all, my second sister is only twelve years old. Even if she has received the true teachings of the old doctor Yao, she has only been a child for a few years. As for the Persian strange man she mentioned, he is an alien from outside. It is better not to believe him. Don't rely on him too much, so as not to harm the health of the family."
When she said this, she didn't use a good tone because she had to deal with Feng Yuheng. The old lady was so angry when she heard this - "Are you teaching me a lesson? That day you were unconscious, your father and I stayed up all night, and we invited many doctors to come but none of them could wake you up. I had no other choice but to go find your second sister, and you did wake up under her treatment. It's fine if you don't know how to be grateful, but how can you say such a thing? You really don't know what's good for you! You really don't know what's good for you!"
Chenyu was startled and immediately realized that her words were too harsh. It was true that she hated Feng Yuheng, but the person she was talking to was the old lady. How could she take out her temper on this grandmother who even her father had to give in to?
Realizing this, Chenyu quickly stood up and knelt down in front of the old lady: "Please forgive me, grandma! Chenyu has only woken up for a few days, and her mind is not very clear yet. What I said just now was really nonsense!" When she looked up again, there were two strings of tear marks on her face. That little look was so adorable, how could the old lady continue to blame her?
"Get up quickly." She sighed, "I know you are well, I don't blame you. It's just that your second sister is so kind, you should thank her."
Feng Chenyu cursed the old lady in her heart, thinking that she had lived too long and her mind was confused. She was actually made so happy by a wild child from the mountains and was so protective of her.
But the old lady insisted, and she had no choice but to hold her breath and said to Feng Yuheng: "In that case, thank you very much, second sister." While speaking, she did not even look at Feng Yuheng.
The old lady also felt that Chenyu's attitude was bad, so she was about to say a few more words to her, but at this moment, a maid came in from outside with a white visiting card in her hand.
Nanny Zhao hurried forward to take the note, said a few words to the girl, then turned to the old lady and said, "It's a funeral note sent from the Bu Mansion. The Minister of Personnel, Lord Bu, has died, and it is only right that someone from our mansion should send condolences." As she spoke, she handed the note to the old lady.
The old lady took it and said as she looked at it, "It's time to go. When Shen was in mourning, the eldest son of the Bu family also came."
Feng Yuheng thought about it in her mind after hearing this. The eldest son of the Bu family is called... Bu Baiqi? Her grandfather Yao Xian got the news of her birth when he was treating Bu Baiqi's injury.
"Speaking of the eldest son of the Bu family, he is really a simple and honest man. Let's..." The old lady couldn't continue her words here. Her voice paused and her hands trembled. She subconsciously looked at Feng Yuheng, but after just one glance, she looked away.
Feng Yuheng found it funny and took the initiative to ask, "Did the funeral post mention Ah Heng?"
The old lady nodded somewhat awkwardly, but put the funeral notice in her hand back and said, "Yes, there is an invitation for Ah Heng in the notice."
"Ha." She couldn't help laughing out loud, "The funeral invitation actually mentions a name? The Bu family is treating this as a wedding!" Usually only wedding invitations will specifically mention who to go, but funeral invitations invite the entire family as a whole.
The old lady also felt that the Bu family had gone too far, but what she thought was too far was not the fact that the funeral post named the family, but that the post clearly stated: Please ask Feng Yuheng, the concubine of the Feng family, to go to the Bu residence and kowtow to Minister Bu to apologize. But she didn't dare to say this to Feng Yuheng, because God knew how her second granddaughter would react. What's more, what does the death of Minister Bu have to do with Ah Heng from their family?
"The Bu family is really going too far!" The old lady put down the funeral card in her hand, "Ah Heng, don't pay any attention to it."
An also nodded, "Minister Bu is only a second-rank official, but our master is a first-rank official. How can they ask Miss Feng to go to pay her respects?"
Yao also spoke up, and her words were more professional than An's - "There is no such rule in the court."
Everyone agreed with what they said and nodded repeatedly, but only Feng Chenyu frowned and said, "Although Minister Bu's official position is not as high as my father's, there is still a noble concubine in the palace!"
When the old lady heard this, she began to think again...
quantity.
Indeed, a minister cannot influence the prime minister, but the imperial concubine in the palace is different. Although everyone knows that Minister Bu was killed by the imperial concubine, and the imperial concubine was thrown out by the emperor himself, and it was because she offended Concubine Yun. But even so, there has been no news of the imperial concubine's demotion in the palace, and it seems that her life is no different from before. In this way, this relationship is more subtle.
The old lady subconsciously looked towards Feng Yuheng, and saw a face that was at ease and calm, without a trace of worry.
Seeing her looking over, Feng Yuheng spoke up and took the initiative to say, "Grandma, don't worry. Ah Heng will go to the Bu Mansion. After all, Ah Heng saw Master Bu pass away that day. If I don't go to pay my respects, I will always feel uncomfortable."
Hearing her say this, the old lady was relieved immediately. She was really worried that her granddaughter would be stubborn and refuse to go, and who knows what kind of trouble she would cause.
"Ah Heng is so sensible." She said sincerely, "It would be great if all the children in my family could be like you."
Feng Yuheng threw out this reason, and Xiangrong, who was sitting next to him, had no choice but to go, so she stood up and said, "Xiangrong has the same idea as my second sister."
The old lady nodded repeatedly, "Then let's all go together. Grandmother will personally take you to Bu Mansion." Then she looked at Chenyu and said, "You can come too."
After leaving Shuya Garden, Yao took Feng Yuheng and walked a few steps quickly. After they had a certain distance from the others, she said, "The other people in the Bu family are nothing special. You should know a little about them. But Bu Baiqi, the only son of Minister Bu, has been on good terms with your maternal family for many years. He is now a fifth-rank doctor in the Ministry of Revenue. He..."
Feng Yuheng saw that Yao was speaking in a hurry, so he simply took over the conversation: "He has a son named Bu Cong, who once asked his father to come to Feng Mansion to ask for marriage with me."
Yao nodded: "Do you still remember?"
Of course she didn't remember, she just heard it from others, but she didn't want to explain too much, she just nodded casually: "I understand what mother means, don't worry, since Ah Heng has been promised to the Ninth Prince, she will never fall in love with someone else."
Yao heaved a sigh of relief. "Anyway, you should be careful about what you say and do when you come to the Bu family. I always feel that this funeral may not be that simple."
The condolence visit to the Bu family was scheduled for the next morning. Feng Yuheng dressed in plain clothes and went to Shuya Garden to pick up the old lady. He personally accompanied the old lady to the gate of the mansion.
Xiangrong had also been waiting at the door early in the morning. As soon as the three of them met, Xiangrong looked in one direction with a look of horror on his face.
A few people looked in the direction they wanted to go, and saw a white shadow in the distance, floating towards them like a ghost...
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