After passing the Shen family's checkpoint, the Feng family quickly entered Fengwu County. Read the latest chapter of Perfect World, and go to the eye quickly. Feng Jinyuan declined the invitation of Fengwu County Magistrate and took his family straight to the Feng family's ancestral home.
At first, those people from the Shen family followed the Feng family's convoy silently, still furious, but when they approached the Feng family's ancestral home, they took a detour and stopped following.
The Feng family’s ancestral home is not very grand, but its simple and plain courtyard has a hint of scholarly air.
When people arrived, there was already someone standing at the door of the ancestral house waiting to be received. Feng Yuheng looked at that person and saw that he was an old man who was no less than eighty years old. He was wearing a dark blue gown, and his eyebrows and beard were all gray. However, he was not as hunched as the two uncles of the Shen family. Instead, he had a ruddy face and an upright figure.
Feng Jinyuan and the old lady quickly stepped forward, knelt down in front of the old man, and said, "Patriarch."
The Feng family members quickly knelt down and shouted in unison: "Patriarch."
Feng Yuheng had heard Yao talk about some things about the ancestral home during the past ten days. It was said that since Feng Jinyuan's lineage became officials in Beijing, all the Feng family members had sought better jobs one after another, and there were not many people left, and they were basically all old and weak.
The current clan leader is over eighty years old, and is the grandfather of Feng Jinyuan. He is very prestigious in the Feng family. It is said that he is a very fair and strict person. He basically doesn't care about the affairs of the younger generation, but once it passes through his hands, there is no favoritism or partiality.
While I was thinking, I heard the clan leader say: "Jin Yuan, you are the prime minister of the current dynasty, you should not show me such a great courtesy. But the Feng family rules cannot be broken. You are returning to your hometown to worship your ancestors, so you must follow all the proper etiquette."
Feng Jinyuan said: "The clan leader is right."
"Yes." The patriarch nodded, "You all should get up."
Feng Jinyuan stood up first, then helped the old lady up, and then everyone in the Feng family stood up in a hurry.
Feng Yuheng noticed that the clan leader's eyes seemed to glance at her, but did not stop. He turned to look at Chenyu, but only for a moment before looking back. Finally, his eyes fell on Jin Zhen.
Feng Jinyuan suddenly remembered that the clan didn't know about Jin Zhen's marriage, so he quickly explained, "She is my grandson's new concubine."
The old clan leader waved his hand and said, "There is no need to inform the clan about such a small matter. Concubines cannot be included in the family tree. You can make the decision yourself. Come in with me."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the mansion with his hands behind his back. A servant led the coachman to park the carriage behind the mansion, and the Feng family followed one by one into the yard.
If clan members return to their ancestral home every year, there will naturally be fewer rules. But if they haven't returned for many years like Feng Jinyuan, then there will be a lot to say.
Before they could rest or even divide the rooms, the old clan leader said, "The ancestral hall is open. Jin Yuan, you can support your mother, your wife, and your daughter and follow me to worship at the ancestral hall."
As soon as these words came out, Chenyu wiped her tears again and said aggrievedly: "Chief, my mother has passed away."
The old patriarch glanced at Chenyu and asked Feng Jinyuan in confusion: "Which concubine of yours gave birth to this daughter? How can you not understand the rules like this?"
Feng Jinyuan was embarrassed for a moment: "This is Chenyu, not born to a concubine, but the eldest daughter of my grandson."
"Legitimate daughter?" The old patriarch looked at Chenyu and pondered for a while, "Well, I have some impression that your eldest daughter is called Feng Chenyu, but your eldest daughter is not legitimate, the second daughter is!" Then he looked at Feng Yuheng and waved at her: "Are you Ah Heng? Come, come to Grandpa."
Ah Heng walked forward with a smile on his face and bowed to the old patriarch: "Ah Heng greets Grandfather."
The old patriarch gave her a helping hand and said, "This is the legitimate daughter of my Feng family."
The tears in Chenyu's eyes suddenly welled up, and she cast aggrieved glances at the old lady and Feng Jinyuan one after another. But the old patriarch was standing here, and the old lady had become a junior, so what could she say?
Feng Chenyu was so angry that she almost bit her teeth to pieces. Feng Yuheng's existence was becoming more and more annoying to her. She really couldn't bear to throw this person into the mountains to feed the wolves.
Feng Jinyuan knew that for the people in the ancestral house, Yao and Feng Yuheng were the legal wife and legitimate daughter. The people in the old house all had old ideas. He didn't want to argue too much with the clan leader at this time, so he said to Yao: "Let's go, you and me go in together."
Yao remained silent. Feng Jinyuan and the old lady walked in front, and she followed behind with a blank expression. Even when she passed by the old patriarch, she did not say a word.
Several people entered the ancestral hall, knelt down, and then servants came up to distribute incense. Each person held three sticks in his hand, all of which were already lit.
A person who was in charge of the clan members' worship of the ancestral temple sang a ritual song, and then directed everyone to kowtow continuously. Finally, the whole procedure was over, and the old lady took the lead in inserting the incense into the incense burner, and the worship was officially completed.
Feng Yuheng and Yao both performed the ceremony according to the rules for mistresses and legitimate daughters. Yao didn't think it was a big deal, after all, she was the mistress and was very familiar with these matters. But Feng Yuheng was a little embarrassed. If there were no servants directing her, she really didn't know what to do. Even so, some of her movements were not standard enough, causing the person who sang the ceremony to look at her several times.
She didn't care. After lighting the incense, she took the initiative to bow to the clan leader and apologize: "Ah Heng has lived in the mountain village for a long time, and has not been exposed to the rules of the big mansion. If I was disrespectful, I hope Grandpa will forgive me."
Feng Jinyuan was so angry that he wanted to slap her. Mountain village, mountain village, she never forgot to mention the mountain village wherever she went. Was she afraid that others didn't know that she had lived in a mountain village?
Feng Yuheng saw the expression on his face clearly, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart.
Do you know whether this is easy to say or not? What were you thinking when you favored your concubine over your wife? You have done all the shameless things, and you still want others to save your face? Not only will I not save your face, I will tear off several layers for you to be satisfied.
"I hope Grandpa can tell the family not to spread the news that Ah Heng and Aunt Yao went into the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors today." Feng Yuheng's face showed a trace of embarrassment. As he spoke, he turned his head to look in the direction of Chen Yu, looking nervous.
The old patriarch was very puzzled: "Why?"
"Because... Ah Heng is not a real legitimate daughter after all, and Aunt Yao is not a real mistress! Just now, the Shen family blocked the county gate and shouted for killing. If they knew that Ah Heng and Aunt Yao entered the ancestral hall but my elder sister did not come in, they might... do something murderous."
"They dare?" The old patriarch's eyes lit up, and his beard curled up. He pondered Feng Yuheng's words and asked the old lady, "If your branch is in such a mess, there is no need to return to the hometown to worship the ancestors!"
The old lady was frightened by him and quickly bowed and said, "Patriarch, you are too serious. I didn't handle the family affairs well. I won't do it again in the future." As she spoke, she secretly blamed Feng Yuheng in her heart, thinking that this granddaughter had to mess up things in front of the patriarch. It doesn't matter whether the ancestral house is worshipped or not, but Grandpa Feng's grave is still here!
Feng Jinyuan also said repeatedly: "Thank you for taking care of the family affairs. The Shen family is just a bunch of rabble, not worth mentioning."
The old patriarch nodded, then looked at the group of people standing in the yard, especially Feng Chenyu. Her appearance made him feel that something was not good.
He had lived for more than eighty years and had met countless people. He had heard that Feng Jinyuan's branch had a daughter with the fate of a phoenix, but if it was this Feng Chenyu... he didn't think she looked like one no matter how hard he looked at her.
"Forget it, you guys take a rest, the servants will take you to your respective rooms. As for the matter of the legitimate daughter and the illegitimate daughter, it's your own business to discuss it when you get back, but in my opinion, the Feng family only recognizes Yao and Ah Heng."
After saying this, the old patriarch walked away.
Feng Chenyu turned her head away and didn't want to look at him. She had already cursed the old man countless times in her heart.
Phoenix Feather...
Heng felt happy when he saw Chenyu's angry expression. He pulled Yao out of the ancestral hall, stood in front of her and said, "Big sister has been wronged these days. It's all the clan leader's intention. Heng can't do anything about it." If you don't like it, go and talk to the clan leader! Do you dare?
What could Feng Chenyu say? She turned around and left with Yi Yue.
The old lady asked the servant, "Where is Master Feng Zihao?"
The servant was slightly startled, and after thinking seriously, he replied, "Old lady, are you talking about the young master who guards the mausoleum? He has been living on the mountain, and the old patriarch built a house for him next to the mausoleum and left someone to serve him."
The old lady felt distressed and couldn't help but glare at Feng Jinyuan.
Feng Jinyuan didn't expect that the old patriarch would actually drive Zihao to live in the mountains. But it was he who said that Zihao should come back to guard the mausoleum. Now that the child is really guarding the mausoleum, what can he say? He could only comfort the old lady and said, "I will go up the mountain to take a look tomorrow morning."
The servants led everyone to their rooms. Feng Yuheng first helped Yao settle down, watched her lie down on the couch to rest, and then returned to his own room.
Wangchuan helped her make the bed, and Huangquan took the lunch brought by the servants from outside, "Miss, come and eat something to fill your stomach. I saw that the servants also went to deliver lunch to the Madam."
There are not many owners of the Feng family's house, but there are quite a few servants, most of whom are kept for the clan members who occasionally come back.
Feng Yuheng scanned the room again while eating. Seeing the writing, his eyes rolled and he came up with an idea.
She stood up and walked to the table where the writing brush and ink were placed. The two maids didn't understand what was going on, so they had to follow her. They saw Feng Yuheng tear off a piece of paper, pick up the pen, and write a line of dog-pasted words on it.
Huang Quan stroked his forehead and said, "Miss, have you been whipping for too long? Has your handwriting deteriorated?"
She rolled her eyes at Huang Quan and said, "Take a closer look at whose handwriting this looks like."
Wang Chuan was careful and read the words, and saw Feng Yuheng wrote: "Come to Qifeng Mountain at midnight tonight. This handwriting, this tone...Feng Zihao?"
Feng Yuheng gave her an approving look, then stuffed the note into Wang Chuan's hand, "Find a chance to throw it into Feng Chenyu's room, and make sure she sees it."
Huang Quan wondered: "Why is this?"
Feng Yuheng did not keep them in suspense and explained to them: "Feng Chenyu went to such great lengths to bring me back to Fengtong County, why? Do you really think it was to pay respect to the ancestors?"
"Miss, do you suspect that she and Feng Zihao are planning to frame you?"
"It's just a guess. Regardless of whether it's right or not, it won't have any impact on us if we mess with her once."
After doing something bad, Feng Yuheng felt good. He ate two bowls of rice in a row before lying down to rest.
An hour later, Yiyue found the note in front of the window and gave it to Feng Chenyu in confusion: "Miss, take a look."
Chenyu opened the note and took a look at the handwriting. She immediately confirmed that it was written by Feng Zihao. She told Yiyue: "Light a candle and burn the note."
Yiyue did as she was told, but she also asked curiously, "Was it sent by the young master?"
Chenyu glared at her and snorted, "Who else could it be if not him? Tonight at midnight, you will accompany me to Qifeng Mountain."
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