North?
Feng Yuheng laughed, "Isn't that the cold palace? The north of the palace is the coldest and most desolate. According to legend, the concubine who was whipped to death by the Ninth Prince was carried out of the palace from the north gate after her death and went directly to the mass grave, not even into the imperial mausoleum."
The old lady shuddered. She was old and didn't like to listen to the words of the dead, but Concubine Bu's incident still revealed a message: the Bu family might be in trouble.
In fact, the Bu family had suffered a lot a long time ago. From the moment that Minister Bu was smashed to death by Concubine Bu, the emperor no longer had any mercy on that family. But after all, the position of Concubine Bu was still there, and Bu Cong was still a general, so the feeling of falling out of favor was not so obvious.
But now, once the imperial concubine has lost her power, the Bu family’s power is gradually fading away.
"You said..." The old lady hesitated and said, "Is the emperor going to mobilize the court officials? Will your father be in trouble?"
Feng Yuheng asked back: "Is father okay?"
The old lady was slightly startled, and after carefully savoring Feng Yuheng's words, she soon realized that she was asking whether Feng Jinyuan had done anything to anger the emperor.
But how to answer this?
"You have seen everything your father does on a daily basis. Some things should be discussed at home. Ah Heng, our Feng family cannot follow the path of the Bu family!"
Feng Yuheng finished the last massage and then said, "I don't know whether I can follow the Bu family's path or not. Everything depends on what father plans to do. After all, he is the head of the family, and none of us have the final say."
The old lady also knew that Feng Jinyuan was not someone who could easily listen to advice. Although he could listen to what she said sometimes, whether he would follow her advice or not was another matter. After all, they were women, and the rise and fall of a family never depended on women.
The old lady sighed, and let Feng Yuheng help her lean back on the cushion at the back. Then she stretched out her hand and took out something from under the pillow.
"This is for you." The old lady handed a piece of paper to Feng Yuheng, "Your courtyard has become the county lady's residence. I heard that many people went to congratulate you. This is a little gift from your grandmother. Don't despise it."
Feng Yuheng was stunned for a moment, then unfolded the paper and found that it was a shop in Beijing.
"This is my personal shop. I actually have a few more. They are all reserved for you. They will be used as dowry for you when you get married."
The old lady's words were sincere, and Feng Yuheng felt warm in her heart. She folded the land deed and put it in her sleeve, "Grandma, this shop is not far from Baicaotang. I'll think about how to use it later. When I make money, I'll give half to you, okay?"
The old lady's eyes lit up when she heard this, "Sharing the silver?" Then she realized that she couldn't take the silver, and waved her hands, "No, no, it's given to you. Others have given you so many good things, how can I, as your grandmother, not show any appreciation at all."
Feng Yuheng patted the old lady's hand and said, "Grandma gave the shop to Ah Heng. How can Ah Heng let Grandma hold on to it? Ah Heng accepts your kindness, and I hope that Grandma can also accept Ah Heng's kindness."
The more the old lady listened, the more she felt that her granddaughter was sensible, and she couldn't help but praise: "It must be that the emperor is wise and knows what kind of daughter is qualified to be the legitimate daughter of the Feng family. Ah Heng has noble character and knows how to respect her elders. This is a good daughter of the Feng family."
The two smiled at each other, and the superficial peace looked pleasing to the eye. However, the old lady was thinking that she must not offend the second granddaughter again. Whether the Feng family would be blessed or cursed would depend on how she judged. Feng Yuheng was calculating. The old lady had taken countless money from Shen and Feng Chenyu, but she was still faster than anyone else when she turned her face. Now the second granddaughter called her affectionately, but when she heard Taoist Ziyang say that she was a nemesis, she was the first one to arrange to send her away.
What a pity! She came back, but the real Feng Yuheng had already died in the mountains of the northwest. She had promised the girl that she would avenge her.
The next morning, Feng Yuheng got up late. When Wang Chuan came in, he held a set of newly made winter clothes, which looked thicker than the previous ones.
Feng Yuheng stood up and touched the clothes, and said helplessly: "It's so thick, it's very heavy to wear."
Wangchuan smiled and said, "It's too heavy to be in a hurry. It's snowing outside and it's very cold."
"It's snowing?" Feng Yuheng was stunned, and then there was a little surprise in his eyes, "It's good to have snow, the cold snow will cover the germs, and fewer people will get sick."
Wang Chuan was not as optimistic as she was. While helping Feng Yuheng dress, he said, "It's just that some poor families will have a harder time in winter."
She paused in putting on her clothes, and suddenly remembered the winter disaster Xuan Tianming mentioned last time. She became worried and walked towards the door while putting on her outer robe.
Wangchuan was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he followed closely behind her and put the cloak on her.
As soon as she pushed the door open, heavy snow came down outside and a cold wind filled her cavity, making her cough.
"Miss, please come inside!" Wang Chuan pulled her back. "It's snowing pretty heavily and fast. You just got up, so it's better not to go outside."
Feng Yuheng did not argue with her. She took off her cloak and went to wash up. Qingshuang brought her breakfast into the room. Just as she finished eating, Qingling from Yao's side ran over, with a head full of snow on her head, and said to her, "Madam asked Miss to come over. Aunt An and Miss Xiangrong are here."
Feng Yuheng nodded, asked Wangchuan to prepare a hot water bottle for warming hands, and then followed Qingling to Yao's courtyard.
The snow seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and she could no longer see the road as she walked. If she was not familiar with Tongshengxuan, she would not have dared to go any further.
Yao stood at the door to greet Feng Yuheng. When she saw them coming, she quickly held up an umbrella and went to meet them in person. But it was snowing so heavily that holding an umbrella was useless. The wind blew the umbrella away.
Feng Yuheng pulled Yao into the house quickly. Fortunately, after Tongshengxuan was changed into the county lady's residence, many servants were added. As soon as they came in, someone immediately surrounded them and took off their cloaks. Warm tea was also handed to them at the same time.
An also stepped forward and kept blaming herself, "If I had known it would snow so heavily, I wouldn't have rushed over today and made you all suffer. What if you got frozen?"
Feng Yuheng drank a sip of tea and felt a little warmer. He quickly arranged for everyone to sit down, and then he said, "What are you talking about, Aunt An? I'm so happy that you and Xiangrong can come here. I was going to come here to see my mother anyway."
Yao stood up, took a pile of clothes from the table and handed them to Feng Yuheng, saying, "Look, these are the clothes that your Aunt An made for Zirui herself. There are three pieces in total. She worked day and night for several nights."
Feng Yuheng happily took the clothes and looked through them. They were all winter clothes, including jackets, outer robes, and a cloak. The materials were good, the styles were novel, and the craftsmanship was very delicate. She couldn't help but praise, "Auntie has great craftsmanship!"
Mrs. An smiled and said, "That's all I can offer. Every day I see people coming and going in the county lady's mansion giving gifts, and I'm anxious about what to give to the eldest lady to congratulate her. You're not short of money or things, so after thinking it over, I decided that since the second young master is alone in Xiaozhou, why not make him a few pieces of clothing to show my appreciation and hope that the second young lady and Sister Yao won't despise me."
Yao said quickly, "How could you dislike such nice clothes? They are better than the ones I brought back for Zirui."
Feng Yuheng was also very satisfied with this gift, "Auntie An is the most thoughtful." Looking at Xiangrong again, he said, "You haven't come to run these days, and I've been lazy for a few days. I'll recover tomorrow."
Xiangrong was very happy and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, we'll run whenever Second Sister says."
They sat and talked for a while. An wanted to leave several times, but the snow outside showed no sign of stopping. Instead, it got heavier and heavier. In the end, it was like someone was pouring snow down from the sky in buckets. It was terrifying.
Xiangrong was a little scared and kept asking An: "If this continues, can we still go back?"
Feng Yuheng quickly comforted her: "If you can't go back, just stay here. Is my house still short of two rooms for you?"
Huang Quan pushed the window open, threw something out, looked for a while, then turned around and said to them, "The snow is now at least up to your thighs. Let alone walking, I'm afraid it won't be easy to push the door open."
After hearing what she said, Feng Yuheng and Wang Chuan hurried to the door to take a look. They tried pushing it a few times, but only managed to open a small gap, and immediately snowflakes fell in from outside.
The two of them quickly closed the door again, and Wangchuan said to Xiangrong helplessly: "It seems that the third young lady really has to live here."
In fact, it didn't matter to An and Xiangrong where they lived. After all, they left someone in the courtyard when they went out, and they also said that they were coming to the county lady's mansion, so if the Feng family asked about it, they would have an explanation. What's more, if they couldn't leave the house, would the Feng family be able to? I'm afraid Feng Jinyuan will be trapped in the palace when he goes to court this morning.
What really worries An is the disaster that this snow is about to bring.
"It never snowed this heavily in the capital in previous years." An said as she walked back to her seat and handed Xiangrong a bottle of soup prepared by the servants. She then said, "I heard that only in the northern border of Dashun can there be such heavy snow that seems to fall from the sky. Every year, five or six counties in the north suffer from winter disasters. In the worst case, there are nearly ten disaster-stricken areas. The victims migrated south, and some died of cold and some died of starvation along the way. Very few actually survived."
Yao also took over the conversation, "Yes, my father went to the north that year, and even opened a free clinic on the way. But after all, manpower is limited, and only a few people can be saved. Most people froze to death while waiting in line. But that was only a few counties in the northern border. Who has ever heard of such snow in the capital?"
After hearing what the two said, Feng Yuheng frowned and asked, "Mother and aunt mean that this kind of snow only fell in the North Realm in the past?"
"Yes." They both nodded.
Feng Yuheng suddenly had a bad feeling. Could it be that this year's winter disaster would spread to the capital? But if the capital was affected, what about other places? Wouldn't the situation be even worse?
She couldn't sit still any longer, so she walked to the window, opened it and looked in for a while, then turned around and said to everyone, "Mother, help Aunt An and Third Sister find a room to rest. I have to go back to the pharmacy to check. At least we at Tongshengxuan need to make some preparations for the medicines."
Yao nodded, "Don't worry, Aunt An and Xiangrong will stay in my yard today, but you have to be careful on your way back."
Wang Chuan took over the conversation: "Madam, don't worry. He has work to do. Let him carry the young lady on his back."
Yao knew that Feng Yuheng would naturally have a way to go back, so she nodded and said no more.
Feng Yuheng pushed open the window and stood on it nimbly. As soon as she got out, a figure outside caught her immediately, then used his Qinggong to fly away.
Little did she know that Feng Yuheng's going to the medicine room to prepare medicine was just a cover, and her real purpose was to leave the house.
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