Chenyu's brain exploded with a buzz!
The three words "young master" immediately brought her thoughts back to the cemetery on the top of Qifeng Mountain. Countless scenes flashed before her eyes, including the graves, Feng Zihao and Yiyue's affair, her raising a stone to smash Yiyue's brain, and Feng Zihao's disgusting face as he pushed her to the ground. I'll tell you, the fastest update is the eyes. Fast?
Feng Chenyu screamed "Ah!", hugged her head, buried her face deeply in her knees, and kept shouting: "Go away! Go away!"
The Feng family noticed something was wrong and came forward one after another. Feng Jinyuan walked in front. As soon as he came over, he heard Wang Chuan asking, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"
He quickly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to push Wang Chuan away, but unfortunately, he failed to move. Feng Jinyuan scolded her awkwardly: "Get out of the way."
Wang Chuan then took two steps back, and at the same time reminded Feng Jinyuan: "The Second Miss's house was on fire, why didn't Prime Minister Feng ask how the Second Miss was from beginning to end?"
Feng Jinyuan's hand just grabbed Chenyu's arm, and when he heard Wangchuan say this, he realized that he really didn't ask Feng Yuheng how she was. But he also had his own thoughts - "Doesn't your lady have a secret guard around her?"
"But you are her biological father." Wang Chuan stared at Feng Jinyuan. A prime minister of a dynasty could be so cold-blooded and biased. He was like this to his own daughter, let alone to the people of a country.
"Are you teaching me a lesson?" Feng Jinyuan was also angry. "Although you are from Prince Yu's Mansion, don't forget your identity! After all, you are just a servant. You don't need to worry about my family affairs."
Wang Chuan sneered at the corner of her lips. She didn't take Feng Jinyuan's warning seriously at all. She just glanced at Feng Chenyu again and then changed the subject: "Is the young lady feeling unwell? Why is there no maid serving you? Where is Miss Yiyue who came with the young lady?"
Chenyu shuddered and suddenly raised her head to look at Wangchuan, thinking about a question in her mind: "Did her murder of Yiyue come to light?" She tried desperately to get the answer from Wangchuan's eyes, but Wangchuan had a cold face and clear eyes, and he didn't allow her to spy.
Feng Jinyuan didn't know what was going on, so he also asked, "Where's your girl?"
Chenyu shook her head, her breathing quickened again, "I don't know, my daughter doesn't know! Father, my daughter is so scared, I just saw mother and grandfather again!"
She had been pretending to be sick and crazy for so long, and she was very familiar with this routine. Feng Jinyuan immediately shut up when he heard her say this, for fear that he would say something inappropriate and irritate Chenyu's nerves.
Wangchuan then said, "Don't worry, Miss. We will go to the top of Fengqi Mountain to worship our ancestors in a few days." She specially emphasized "the top of Fengqi Mountain", which successfully scared Chenyu again.
At this time, Yao's cry became more urgent: "Ah Heng! Ah Heng, where are you?" There was no movement in the house. Except for the people who put out the fire, no one rushed out. Yao begged Huang Quan: "Please go and save Ah Heng. Don't you know martial arts? The fire is not big now. Please save my Ah Heng." As she spoke, she was about to kneel on the ground.
Huang Quan quickly supported her and told her again: "The young lady is really not in the room. The servants have already looked for her."
"Then where did she go? Why didn't she come back despite making such a big fuss?"
Huang Quan didn't know how to answer, and asked Wangchuan for help in embarrassment.
Wang Chuan also came back, and together with Huang Quan, he pulled Yao and said to her, "Miss, you have something to do, so you left before it gets dark." Then he leaned close to Yao's ear and whispered, "Miss, you have the secret guards sent by His Highness, so you'll be fine."
Yao was relieved at this, but still a little bit unconvinced, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with her?"
An and Xiangrong, who were also anxious, came over. An tried to persuade Yao, while Xiangrong pulled Wangchuan aside and asked, "Sister Wangchuan, is my second sister really okay?"
Wangchuan nodded: "Don't worry, Miss Third, everything will be fine." In fact, she didn't know whether it was okay or not. The fire made her inexplicably irritated, and she always had a bad feeling, but she couldn't say it in front of Yao.
Old Mrs. Feng was the last one to arrive. When she arrived, the fire had been almost put out, but the smell of smoke in the air was still choking. The old lady coughed a few times as soon as she entered the yard. When she saw the house that was burned to the point where only the frame was left, she froze on the spot.
The old patriarch of the Feng family was also standing in the yard, frowning tightly towards the house.
He thought the fire was strange. The Feng family's ancestral home had stood for a hundred years and had never caught fire before. Why did the fire suddenly break out when the group of people from the capital returned?
Feng Chenyu's occasional screams could still be heard in his ears. The old patriarch looked at the child who was sitting by the well and was known as the most beautiful child in the Feng family. He always felt that there was a hint of cruelty in her eyes, and even her seemingly sick nonsense was so false.
He didn't understand how the seemingly shrewd Feng Jinyuan and Old Lady Feng could be fooled by such poor acting skills?
But what made him even more angry was that the ancestral home caught fire!
He had no control over the Feng Jinyuan clan's quarrels and fights, and it had nothing to do with him whether they fought to the death in the huge capital. But now they were diverting trouble to the ancestral home, which made him unbearable!
"Since your grandfather misses you, I will send someone to take you to the mountain and kowtow three times in front of your grandfather's tombstone in person. This is better than you being frightened all day long." The old patriarch stared at Chenyu and spoke without a trace of emotion.
Chenyu screamed again subconsciously: "No! I don't want to go up the mountain! I don't want to go to the cemetery! No! No no!"
Feng Jinyuan grabbed her waving arms and said in a deep voice: "Chen Yu! Wake up!"
The old patriarch listened to Chenyu's cry and couldn't help wondering, "Since the disease originates from the heart, why don't you cure it from the heart? Why did you come back to worship your ancestors? How can you cure this girl's disease if you don't go up the mountain and worship the ancestral graves?"
The old lady finally calmed down a little at this time. Seeing the clan leader talking about Chen Yu, she quickly tried to smooth things over and said, "Let's wait until the day of her grandfather's death and the whole family will go up together!"
The clan leader looked at the old lady and asked in confusion: "Why didn't you treat the disease earlier?"
The old lady didn't know how to answer, but Wangchuan said, "Why not ask the young master to come down the mountain? The brother and sister have a deep affection, and the young lady may be able to get some comfort."
“No!” Chenyu’s scream was even sharper than before, “I don’t want to see him! I would rather die than see that beast!”
"Don't talk nonsense!" Feng Jinyuan was really angry, "Father indulged you again and again because you were suffering from a serious illness, Chenyu, don't be ungrateful!"
"That's right." Han, who had been standing aside and watching the fun, also spoke up, "He's your biological brother, and also the biological son of the master. You call him a beast, but what is the master?"
"Shut up, too!" Feng Jinyuan felt so ashamed! In front of the clan leader, in front of all the servants in the ancestral house, how could his concubine and daughter be so troublesome?
"Is the fire out? If it's out, go back to your room and sleep! You have nothing to do here!" He scolded Han, his face full of annoyance, no longer doting on her as before.
Han felt aggrieved, with tears in her eyes, and she turned around and left.
Jin Zhen, who had been following behind Feng Jinyuan, was a little anxious. She paid attention to the expressions of Wangchuan and Huangquan, and always felt that something seemed a little wrong. If Feng Yuheng was really fine, why were these two girls so panicked?
"Master." She stepped forward and said softly, "The eldest lady's illness will not be cured in a day or two. Why don't you help her back to the house to rest? The most urgent thing for Master now is to find the second lady!"
Feng Jinyuan certainly knew that he should be concerned about Feng Yuheng, but he hoped from the bottom of his heart that his daughter would die suddenly, or be burned to ashes in the fire.
This would save the Feng family a lot of trouble. From now on, he wouldn't have to deal with the Ninth Prince anymore.
Jin Zhen had served Feng Jinyuan for so long, how could she not know what he was thinking. But Jin Zhen didn't want Feng Yuheng to die, only when Feng Yuheng was around could she live a good life.
So he reminded quietly: "The Second Miss came out with her family. If something happens, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain to the Ninth Prince."
Feng Jinyuan nodded helplessly, ordered two servants to help Chenyu back to the house, and directly took Chenyu out of the yard. He was still wondering why the maid that Chenyu brought with her had not been seen?
Seeing Chenyu leave, the old patriarch spoke again: "Jinyuan, you have many daughters, but only Ah Heng is included in my Feng family tree."
Feng Jinyuan frowned and wanted to retort, but he didn't dare.
Filial piety was the most important thing in the Dashun Dynasty. If the news of him openly defying the clan leader were to reach the emperor's ears, it would not be a good thing.
"My grandson knows." He answered respectfully, and then asked Wangchuan and Huangquan: "Where did your young lady go?"
Wangchuan was also a little anxious at this time. According to Banzou's searching skills and lightness skills, if Feng Yuheng was nearby, he should have been found long ago. But why was there no movement until now?
She calculated the time. From the time they came back from Qifeng Mountain to the time Feng Yuheng fell asleep, and from the time she and Huang Quan left the house to the time the fire started, it was only half a cup of tea. Who had such great ability that he not only kidnapped Feng Yuheng, who was already quite skilled in martial arts, right under Ban Zou's nose, but also hid himself perfectly in such a short time?
Wang Chuan was stunned and silent. Even Feng Jinyuan began to wonder. Could it be that Feng Yuheng was really burned to death?
"Miss Wangchuan." Jin Zhen was anxious, "What's wrong with the Second Miss? Please give me some advice!"
Yao also sensed that something was wrong with Wangchuan. Her heart, which had finally been put at ease, began to worry again, and she subconsciously walked towards the house that had been burned into ruins.
An and Xiangrong pulled her, also with worried faces. Seeing that Wangchuan didn't say anything, An asked Huangquan again: "What happened?"
Huang Quan stamped her feet: "Forget it! Just tell the truth!" She took a step forward and faced Feng Jinyuan and said loudly: "My young lady is missing."
"What?" Everyone shouted, even the old patriarch was angry - "When did you find out?"
"That's when the fire started." Wang Chuan took over the conversation. "Just after the hour of the Ox, Huang Quan and I went to the room to see if the young lady was sleeping well. She was still sleeping soundly on the couch at that time. Then, within half a cup of tea, the fire started. When we rushed in to save her, the young lady was gone."
"Are you sure you've searched the whole house?" The old lady was very anxious when she heard that Feng Yuheng was missing. She had traveled all the way and was counting on Feng Yuheng to treat her tomorrow. How could he disappear in just one night? "Have you searched every corner? Have you searched under the bed? This is the ancestral home, not the place where she sleeps in Beijing. What if she is not comfortable sleeping on the bed and falls under the bed?" She hadn't said another word. Wouldn't she be burned to death?
Feng Jinyuan felt that the old lady was right and couldn't help but sigh, "My poor daughter!"
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