When Feng Jinyuan came out of the County Lady's Mansion, he was completely lost and dispirited, no longer having the majestic demeanor he once had as the prime minister.
Feng Yuheng asked him to borrow money, and only by returning the one million silver in full could he get the land deed, but where could he borrow money today?
It was already dark, but Feng Jinyuan did not return home. Instead, he went to the homes of several officials with whom he was on good terms, hoping to get lucky. His only goal was to borrow money.
Unfortunately, a phoenix with feathers plucked is no better than a chicken. He knocked on five doors, but three of them didn't open them at all. Another one simply told him, "Our master said that you can see anyone except Master Feng Jinyuan."
It was the last household that invited him into the hall. When the master of that household heard that he was here to borrow money, he said with embarrassment, "I'm also in a tight spot recently, but I can't let Lord Feng go back empty-handed." Then he asked a servant to take out a small bag of silver and stuffed it into Feng Jinyuan's hand, saying generously, "Don't mention whether it's a loan or not. Just consider these as a gift to Lord Feng. You don't have to return them." After that, he quickly asked the servant to see the guest off.
Feng Jinyuan left the house and opened the small cloth bag in his hand. Inside was a handful of silver coins. He weighed them and found that they were at most 20 taels. He was so angry that he slammed the silver bag against the door. With a bang, someone inside immediately shouted, "If you love it, take it or not. If you don't love it, get out! You're begging for food and you still complain about it being rotten!"
Feng Jinyuan had no place to put his old face, and wanted to leave like this, but he was unwilling to do so. When he was in the county lord's mansion, there was a thunder in the sky, but there was no snow. At this moment, the sky was so stuffy that it seemed to be pressing down, making him a little breathless.
He looked at the tightly closed door, gritted his teeth, and said loudly: "Don't look down on others! Don't forget, we Feng family still have a Princess Ji'an!" After saying this, he groaned and left quickly.
Feng Jinyuan never thought that one day he would have to rely on Feng Yuheng to save his face. He suddenly realized that the Feng family seemed to have gone in the wrong direction in looking for a backer and training their daughter for so many years. Just like what the old lady realized that afternoon, Feng Chenyu was not the hope of the Feng family, but Feng Yuheng was. Then they had obviously been clinging to the wrong thigh for so many years...
boom!
Thunder exploded again, and this time it finally rained, and it was a heavy rain. There was no process of gradual increase. Suddenly, it was as if a gap opened up in the sky, and the rain poured down directly, hitting Feng Jinyuan's head and body fiercely.
He was hit by the rain and could hardly stand. The ground was bubbling and smoking. He could not see the road clearly. He could only run to Feng Mansion based on his memory. He didn't know how many times he fell. When he finally returned to the mansion, the doorman almost didn't recognize him.
Heavy rain and thunder raged all night and did not stop until the next morning.
Feng Yuheng didn't sleep much that night, and got up early and stood in front of the window. This kind of thunder frightened her, and she immediately thought of when she first came to this world, she was also awakened by a thunder. Just like the thunder now, one louder than the other, blasting a dead person to Dashun, to Xuan Tianming.
Wangchuan pushed the door open in the rain. The wind blew the rain into the house. She was so scared that she quickly turned around and closed the door again.
"Miss." Wang Chuan used his straw raincoat to protect the food box. "Ban Zou said that Miss was standing by the window before dawn, so I cooked some porridge. Miss, please eat some to warm yourself up first."
Feng Yuheng wasn't actually hungry, but she did feel a little cold. She asked Wang Chuan, "Is it time for the weather to cool down after this rain?"
Wang Chuan shook his head. "The weather in Dashun Capital won't get cool until August at the latest. I'm afraid it will be hot for a few more days."
"I don't think the rain will stop anytime soon. It might rain for a few days." Feng Yuheng took a sip of porridge and asked, "If the execution continues like this tomorrow, will the execution ground be suspended? Has there been such a precedent before?"
Wang Chuan nodded, "Yes, in the past, if the weather was too bad, the execution would be postponed. But don't worry, Miss, His Highness said that even if it rains, Feng Chenyu will not stay for a moment even if it rains knives."
Feng Yuheng finished her porridge. The rain outside seemed to have subsided a little. She told Wangchuan, "Prepare the car, call His Highness the Ninth, and let's go to the mountain prison in the palace to check on those Qianzhou people."
Wangchuan looked at the weather outside and felt a little embarrassed, but he also knew that Qian Zhou’s matter could not be delayed any longer, so he nodded and went out with the tray.
Several people left the house early in the morning, earlier than the ministers went to court. When Xuan Tianming was dug out of the bed by Feng Yuheng, he wanted to cry. He wanted to play tricks and hug this dead girl in the bed to sleep again, but Feng Yuheng said: "Let's go to the mountain prison to see those Qianzhou people, and then we have to think of countermeasures. I'm afraid that Qianzhou can't delay for much longer."
There was something important going on, so Xuan Tianming couldn't sleep any longer. He had to get up, wash up, and hurriedly followed Feng Yuheng out of the house.
The two of them sat in Xuan Tianming's imperial carriage and rushed all the way to the palace in the violent storm.
Feng Yuheng sat in the car and couldn't help but asked in shock: "Do you think this imperial car will leak when it rains?"
Xuan Tianming looked at her as if she were a fool: "If this royal carriage of mine can still leak, I'm afraid your house in the county lord's mansion will also leak."
Well, she believed him for the time being. At least there was no rain leaking on the way here.
But the palace carriage didn't leak, but that didn't mean that all places didn't leak, such as the mountain prison in the palace. Feng Yuheng was stunned when he entered. There were puddles of water inside, and there was almost no place to step. The soldiers guarding the prison set up a few sheds to hide inside, but the dripping sound coming from the prison cell still made people imagine how bad the environment was without even seeing it.
Feng Yuheng was carried in by Xuan Tianming. She kept emphasizing, "It's not that I'm sentimental, nor am I afraid of getting dirty. It's just that the shoes and skirt I'm wearing today are not suitable."
Xuan Tianming glanced at her: "Stop pretending."
"I'm not pretending, I'm serious." Someone said stubbornly, but when she looked down at Xuan Tianming's shoes, she shut up. A prince carried her on his back wearing the best shoes and stepped in dirty water. No one said anything, so why should she pretend?
Fortunately, they soon arrived at the place where those Qian Zhou people were imprisoned. Xuan Tianming put her in a shed built next to the cell, then pointed at the people in the cell and asked the guard: "Why are they in such a state?"
Feng Yuheng also looked inside. The cell opposite her was the one holding Feng Kun. Although he was a dwarf, he was in good spirits because of his martial arts skills. But now, he was lying in the water, his clothes were so torn that they could hardly cover his body. The skin exposed outside seemed to have something, some parts were ulcerated, and some parts had changed color.
She frowned and turned to look at the other cells. Not to mention the men, they were almost the same as Feng Kun. She walked forward a few steps to see Kang Yi. She saw Kang Yi leaning against the mountain, her eyes half open, her clothes had lost their original color, her shoes were all wet, the whole cell was a little low and full of water, she just sat in the water, seemed to be used to it, and had no reaction.
There was a sour smell in the cell. One didn't need to think about it to know that since people were like this, they must have eaten, drunk, defecated and urinated in there. There was no telling what was in the water under her. She couldn't think about it too much. The more she thought about it, the more disgusted she became.
The guard kindly reminded her: "Princess, don't go too far forward, it's very dirty. The emperor has ordered that it would be too easy to behead these people. Those who dare to assassinate in the Dashun Palace should be punished more severely."
Feng Yuheng nodded and said nothing. Tianwu was right. Assassination was a serious crime, and being cut into pieces was a matter of course.
She turned her head and said to Xuan Tianming: "The letter to Qianzhou has been sent a long time ago, but the journey is too far, so it must not have arrived yet. This matter can't be delayed for long, we have to think of a way to satisfy both sides."
Xuan Tianming said: "Now is not the best time to fight Qianzhou. Although Qianzhou is small, it is covered with ice and snow all year round. Their soldiers have long been accustomed to it, but the Dashun people are not. This action is bound to take down that small country in one fell swoop. We must make full preparations. At least, all new steel weapons must be manufactured, so that the war period can be shortened to the greatest extent."
Feng Yuheng agreed with him, calculated on his own, and said: "It will take at least half a year to refine steel and make tools. We must find a way to delay it for another half a year. The news of these people must not be spread to Qianzhou. But if they stay in Dashun and don't go back, the king of Qianzhou will definitely be suspicious..."
The two of them were in a dilemma, Xuan Tianming pulled her and said, "Let's go, there's nothing to see here. These people won't survive more than five days, let's make plans carefully."
He carried his wife out again. When the prison door was closed, a soldier inside said, "It's said that His Highness the Ninth Prince is afraid of his wife. It seems to be true!"
The heavy rain continued to fall until Xuan Tianming went to the County Lord's Mansion to have a meal, and then left, the rain still did not stop.
Feng Yuheng sat by the window, not saying anything, just looking out. Fortunately, the wind was blowing in this direction, and there was a long corridor outside, so even if the window was opened, the rain would not blow in. She sat like this from afternoon to evening, and ate dinner by the window.
Huang Quan couldn't help asking her, "Miss, why are you looking at the rain?"
Feng Yuheng pointed at the sky outside the window and said, "Look, the rain has been falling since last night and the intensity is not decreasing. There have been two rounds of hail, but the sky still refuses to clear up."
Huang Quan and Wang Chuan looked outside. It was indeed the case. It had been raining for such a long time that it should have been raining thoroughly by now. However, the sky was just as Feng Yu Heng had said. It was still gloomy and there was no sign of clearing up at all.
Wangchuan was a little worried. "How long will this rain last? I heard that many places in other provinces have suffered disasters. I'm afraid this rain will make the disaster worse."
Feng Yuheng sighed softly, "What is coming cannot be stopped. Heavy rains are always accompanied by mountain torrents. I hope nothing happens at the Jingjiao camp."
This night was spent again listening to the sound of the storm. The next day, when people woke up, the rain had not stopped. And today, Feng Chenyu was executed by beheading! The daughter of the genius doctor
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