Xuan Tianming's carriage traveled for many days and soon approached the capital. At the same time, the Feng family's convoy was also slowly moving towards the capital behind it.
The reason why it was moving slowly was that it was a big funeral. All the carriages in the caravan were covered with white cotton cloth, and even the horses had big flowers made of white cloth. The servants carried banners and scattered paper money along the way. It was very sad and mournful.
Yao sat in the carriage accompanied by Huang Quan and Wang Chuan, sneering at the white curtains: "What is there to commemorate a son who is worse than a beast?"
Huang Quan curled his lips, "They said there's still a share for the Second Miss. Aren't they afraid that the Second Miss will strangle them to death in the future?"
Yao's heart skipped a beat again, and she quickly asked, "Are you sure Ah Heng is not dead?"
Wang Chuan smiled and patted the back of her hand: "Madam, don't worry. I'm really not kidding you. Ban Zou personally handed back the news that the Second Miss is now in His Highness' carriage, and His Highness the Seventh Prince is also here. Counting the days, they should be arriving in the capital soon."
Yao let out a long sigh, "I feel relieved now. The Ninth Prince is indeed capable. We have been searching for him for days but couldn't find him. As soon as he came, Ah Heng is safe."
Huang Quan said with a smile: "He is looking for his own wife, so of course he will pay more attention to it."
Yao was also amused by her and could only sigh: "When I was still the mistress of the Feng family, I finally did something for my daughter."
Wang Chuan said to her, "It's a secret that the young lady is returning to the capital with His Highness. We can only announce to the public that the second young lady and the eldest young master of the Feng family were burned to death in the fire. Madam, you still have to pretend in front of others. We have to help the young lady complete this drama."
Yao nodded: "I understand, we..." Before she finished her words, the carriage suddenly stopped. Fortunately, it was moving slowly, so the people in the carriage were not too surprised, but they were also confused. "What's the noise outside?" Yao frowned and raised the curtain to see, "It seems someone is coming."
Wangchuan stayed with Yao, while Huangquan got up and left the carriage. After a while, he stuck his head in again and said to them, "Someone is blocking the road."
Yao also saw something at this time, and pointed at a person in front of her through the car window and said to Wang Chuan: "I don't know if you know anyone from the Bu family. Look at that person, does he look like Bu Cong?"
Wang Chuan had been with Xuan Tianming for many years, so he naturally knew Bu Cong. Although he hadn't seen him for many years, his impression of him was still there.
She only took a glance and nodded: "Yes, it's Bu Cong."
As soon as the two of them recognized Bu Cong, they saw Bu Cong riding his horse forward without saying a word and rushing straight towards the Feng family's convoy.
Everyone who saw it subconsciously exclaimed in unison, but Bu Cong did not stop. He raised the spear in his hand and pointed it at the carriage in front of him.
Bu Cong was a military commander and a famous strongman. It was said that his spear had lifted a stone weighing hundreds of pounds. The carriage in front of him was nothing in his eyes. He didn't even use much effort. With a light lift, the roof of the carriage was overturned in an instant.
This was Feng Jinyuan's carriage. He had already received news that the person who blocked the road was Na Bu Cong, and he had intended to hide in the carriage and not want to meet him. However, he did not expect that a cold wind would suddenly blow over his head. When he looked up again, he saw only a bright sunny sky, and the roof of the carriage had already flown away.
"Prime Minister Feng! Why don't you come out?" Bu Cong roared like a beast in the forest, "Do you want me to dismantle your car?"
Feng Jinyuan was furious. He bent over and got out of the carriage, pointing at Bu Cong and said, "You call yourself a general? Do you still remember that I am a first-rank official in the court? Bu Cong, are you planning a rebellion?"
The word "rebellion" was used to accuse Bu Cong of a serious crime.
But Bu Cong didn't care about this at all. "You can say whatever you want, Feng Jinyuan. This general came here today to see if you are sad about your daughter's death." He shook his head as he spoke. "Unfortunately, your son is also dead. The sadness on your face is to commemorate your son, and has nothing to do with Ah Heng."
Feng Jinyuan's face turned blue with anger, and he became even more depressed after he understood that Bu Cong was actually speaking up for Feng Yuheng.
"Bu Cong, are you meddling in my Feng Mansion's affairs? Who gave you the authority?" After all, it was a scholar who couldn't explain himself when he met a soldier. Bu Cong's spear was still pointed at Feng Jinyuan's forehead, only an arm's length away, which made it impossible for Feng Jinyuan to ignore the pressure the spear caused him. Even if he was angry, he couldn't say anything harsh.
But his silence did not mean Bu Cong would not speak either, and the man said again: "Feng Jinyuan, please don't let me know that Ah Heng died unjustly, otherwise I, Bu Cong, will lead the troops to destroy your Prime Minister's Mansion even if I have to rebel!"
After saying that, he put away his spear and raised his right hand. Just as Feng Jinyuan was surprised, dozens of soldiers following behind Bu Cong raised their bows, loaded the strings, and aimed their arrows at the Feng family's convoy.
There were screams of women from the back, one after another, and even Feng Jinyuan was talking too much.
"You...what are you going to do?"
Bu Cong laughed coldly, "If I say I murdered an official appointed by the imperial court, would you believe me?"
Feng Jinyuan took a breath of cold air. The arrow was pointed at him. What else could he not believe? He recalled the past many years ago. Feng Yuheng was only six years old at that time. She was his precious daughter. Bu Cong asked his family to come to ask for marriage, but he was coldly rejected...
"Bu Cong." His expression eased a little. "I know your feelings for Ah Heng, but the fire in the ancestral home is something no one could have predicted! Not only Ah Heng, but even my eldest son Bu Cong died in the fire. How could this be what I wanted?"
Bu Cong looked at his hypocritical face and felt disgusted. "I really don't understand, how could a girl as good as Ah Heng be born to someone like you? How could such a good daughter of the Yao family marry into your Feng Mansion?"
After he finished speaking, he didn't even give the other person a chance to breathe. He suddenly lowered his raised right hand, and the soldiers behind him who had drawn their arrows all released their arrows, each one aimed at the Feng family's convoy.
Feng Jinyuan was so frightened that his face turned pale, and the screams behind him reached a new level.
He thought to himself, it’s over.
However, only countless "bang bang bang" sounds were heard, and no screams from the women who were hit by arrows were heard.
He mustered up the courage to turn his head and look, and then he realized that all the arrows had hit the frames of the carriages, and there were arrows on every carriage. None of them hit anyone, and even the servants sitting outside the carriages were safe.
Feng Jinyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Bu Cong was just trying to scare him and didn't dare to really do anything.
After shooting all the arrows, Bu Cong stopped talking and rode forward. He pulled a piece of white cloth from a carriage and tied it around his waist. He said, "This is my farewell to Ah Heng."
Then he waved his hand again and turned around and left with the entire team.
Feng Jinyuan finally felt relieved and quickly got out of the car to see if the old lady was frightened.
When I lifted the car curtain, I saw the old lady holding the window frame with one hand and twirling her prayer beads with the other hand. She closed her eyes and kept muttering in the car: "Amitabha."
Feng Jinyuan breathed a sigh of relief, "Mother, you're not scared, are you?"
The old lady stopped chanting and slowly opened her eyes. She did not answer Feng Jinyuan's words, but asked him: "Outsiders are so affectionate, as a father, what about you?"
Feng Jinyuan was speechless after being asked by the old lady, but he was somewhat unwilling. He also thought that the old lady was biased towards Ah Heng, so he frowned and said, "My son also loves Zihao very much." After that, he lowered the curtain and left.
The Feng family team continued to move forward, and Feng Jinyuan sat in Jin Zhen's carriage. Jin Zhen's face had been not looking good because of Feng Yuheng's matter, and she was pale. Feng Jinyuan just thought she was scared by the family's affairs and didn't think much about it.
He issued a gag order to the entire Feng family. He was not afraid that the family would not obey such an order, because once it got out, the Feng family would fail, and they would also fail. Even the Han family, who was gloating over other people's misfortunes, knew the depth of the situation and kept their mouths shut and dared not mention anything again.
The Feng family's speed was more than half slower than Xuan Tianming's. Before the Feng family had completed half of the journey, Xuan Tianming's team had already entered the capital.
The carriage went straight to the palace, and at the palace gate, it was changed to a sedan chair, which was carried to Emperor Tianwu's Zhaohe Hall.
It was evening when they entered the palace, and Emperor Tianwu was in Zhaohe Hall, wondering whether he should go to Yuehan Palace to try his luck. He thought that since Concubine Yun had come out for a stroll that night, it meant that the woman had changed her mind, and if he tried harder, he might be able to see her.
Zhang Yuan, who was waiting on the side, watched Emperor Tianwu walking back and forth in the hall until his eyes were almost dazzled. He couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty! If you want to go to Yuehan Palace, let's go quickly. It's late and Concubine Yun should go to bed."
"Why is she going to bed so early?" Tianwu rolled his eyes and answered himself, "That's right, she didn't even want to come home and wait for me. If she has nothing to do, she should go to bed early. Let's go! Let's go and take a look!"
Just as he was about to take Zhang Yuan to Yuehan Palace again, he saw a young eunuch trotting in from outside and kneeling down to report: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Prince Yu and His Royal Highness Prince Chun are here."
Tianwu was so angry that his beard stood up - "Two little bastards! Why did you come at this time instead of earlier or later!" But despite what he said, he turned back to the dragon throne, waved his hand and said to the eunuch: "Let them in!"
Zhang Yuan shrugged, feeling relieved. It seemed that he would not have to go to Yuehan Palace tonight to face any setbacks. However, he thought again. Recently, he heard that the second daughter of the Feng family was burned to death in a fire in the ancestral home in Fengtong County. He had an impression of the second daughter. She was none other than the princess of His Royal Highness Prince Yu. Even the emperor valued her very much. He not only awarded her a golden hairpin with a phoenix head, but also gave her the Houyi bow. He had seen Feng Yuheng, a girl with great spirit. It would be a pity if she was burned to death in such a fire.
"I heard that Ming'er and Hua'er went on a long trip?" Tianwu's voice came, asking Zhang Yuan.
Zhang Yuan quickly replied: "Yes, he left Beijing, but I don't know where he went."
As they were talking, the people outside the hall had already come in, and they heard Xuan Tianming's voice before he entered the hall - "I just went to Fengtong County."
As soon as he finished speaking, a woman in plain clothes pushed Xuan Tianming's wheelchair and walked into the hall side by side with Xuan Tianhua.
Emperor Tianwu narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman, and the same thought as Zhang Yuan came to his mind - it seemed that he heard that this girl was burned to death in a fire?
"I, your son (daughter-in-law), bow to your father." Xuan Tianhua and Feng Yuheng both knelt on the ground. Only Xuan Tianming was still sitting in the wheelchair. He just said, "Hengheng, bow once more for me."
Tianwu groaned, "Enough, it's useless." He raised his hand and Xuan Tianhua stood up with Feng Yuheng. "You follow your wife wherever she goes. Do you have any ambition?" Tianwu glared at Xuan Tianming, then looked at Feng Yuheng for half an incense stick of time before asking, "I heard that you are dead?" [End of this chapter]
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