Xuan Tianhua smiled and said, "It's not that there is no place to stay. First of all, I have been to that small county. The inn is not big. It's good that so many of you can stay here. Secondly, that small county is a passing county. Every household rents out their houses. If passers-by can't stay in the inn, they will stay in the houses. Just pay money."
Only then did she know that there was such a custom, so she smiled and thanked Xuan Tianhua. After they talked for a while, she did not stay any longer and returned to the carriage and left in a hurry. However, they agreed that they would use the flying eagle to send a message at least every five days. Xuan Tianming would initiate it first, and then she would reply. At least she had to explain the situation in the fiefdom to save them from worrying.
From the beginning to the end, Xiangrong sat in the carriage and did not come out, not even lifting the curtain to look outside. She knew that the Seventh Prince was outside, she could hear his voice, and she felt uncomfortable in her heart, but she still endured it. Since she chose to leave the capital, she wanted to start a new life. It would be best if she could gradually forget the people and things that she had longed for but were always out of reach. She didn't want them to be mentioned or recalled again.
Feng Yuheng still admired Xiangrong for being like this. No matter if it was a man or a woman, if you could take it, you had to let it go. Unless you were sure of winning, there was no need to put all your energy on one person. Of course, she felt that the Fourth Prince Xuan Tianyi also made a great contribution to Xiangrong's courage to change. Maybe it was true that if you want to forget someone, the best way is to remember another person. She didn't know whether Xiangrong had kept the Fourth Prince in her heart, but at least for the Seventh Prince, this girl could already face it with a relatively rational attitude. Although this so-called "facing" was actually just avoiding, knowing to avoid was also an improvement.
The convoy was moving very fast, and all the carriages were carefully selected and modified. Feng Yuheng had taken out a lot of wheelchairs from the space before, and did nothing else but remove the rubber rings on the wheels, and then asked the craftsmen here to find a way to splice and re-glue them, and all the wheels of the carriages were covered with rubber, which could still allow a small amount of air, playing an extremely effective shock-absorbing role. In addition, the carriages of each carriage were specially modified. Although they were certainly not as exquisite and luxurious as Feng Yuheng's, they were definitely much more comfortable to sit in than ordinary carriages. A small red clay stove was equipped in each carriage, which made it convenient for people to boil hot water. Feng Yuheng also asked Wang Lin to ask people to be responsible for purchasing, ensuring that there were a lot of food in each carriage.
When many people travel, no matter how fast they travel, they cannot catch up with a single person on a horse. Sometimes, in order to hurry, they may miss lunch or dinner, or even have to stay in the carriage at night because they cannot reach the next state capital. Therefore, each carriage is loaded with a lot of food and daily necessities for overnight stay.
For Feng Yuheng, traveling far away was nothing new. After all, he had been to Qianzhou before. However, it was getting colder as he went to Qianzhou, and getting hotter as he went to the fiefdom.
But for Xiangrong, it was too difficult to go out. Not to mention the distance, she had hardly even left the capital. She had spent more than ten years in that vast world. If it weren't for the changes in the Feng Mansion, she would probably still be staying in the mansion, never leaving the front door or the back door!
When she lifted the car curtains, the weather in the suburbs of Beijing was still very cold, and a cold wind immediately blew in. But she just stood there for a long time, feeling relaxed and her mood seemed to be brighter.
Shancha couldn't stand the cold, but seeing that the second young lady and the other two maids in the car looked indifferent, she was too embarrassed to persuade Xiangrong to lower the curtain. She knew that her young lady had lived a very depressed life before, and later it was only after she met the Fourth Prince that she seemed to have some vitality, but that vitality was also limited. Once she returned to the four directions, she immediately became quiet and restrained. She had never seen Feng Xiangrong like this before, as if her whole person was full of vitality, which could infect her and make her happy.
Feng Yuheng took the initiative to help lower the curtain. She said to Xiangrong, "I know how you feel, and I understand that you want to see more of the outside world, but you have to be careful not to catch a cold. This is just a wasteland and mountain in the suburbs of Beijing. There's nothing to see. In a few days, we'll get closer to the southwest, the weather will warm up, and the customs will be different from Kyoto. Then we'll see the real scenery along the way."
Xiangrong always listened to her second sister, and immediately sat up straight and stopped looking, but her little face was already red from the cold. Shancha quickly picked up the copper kettle that had been warmed on the stove and poured her some warm tea. She held it in her hand and it warmed up a little. "Second sister, do you think I'm dreaming?" The two sisters have always had a good relationship. She would not feel alienated because of her sister's noble status. For Xiangrong, Feng Yuheng has always been the benchmark of her thinking. It's a pity that she is not so motivated and will never reach that height in her life.
Feng Yuheng also took the tea that Wang Chuan poured over, took a sip and said, "If it was really a dream, the cold wind would have woken her up." She reached out to pinch the girl's face, "She has become thinner over the years, but her complexion is much better than when I just came back from the northwest."
Xiangrong narrowed her eyes and smiled, but Shancha took over the conversation and said to Feng Yuheng: "Second Miss also noticed that Third Miss's complexion has improved? This is all thanks to the good things sent by the Fourth Prince. At that time, the Fourth Prince said that Third Miss's complexion was not good, and he took a lot of medicinal herbs such as ginseng from the mansion. I always boiled them for Third Miss to drink on weekdays. After drinking it, she really got better. Even Aunt An praised her!"
Xiang Rong curled his lips, "He said that there are too many things in his house and he has no place to put them, and he doesn't have a woman to help him with the food, so I guess I'll just help him." After that, he snorted coldly, "It's not that he doesn't have women to help with the food. I heard that there are a few maids in the backyard, but that man is stingy and doesn't want to give them to them. It's just a few hundred-year-old ginsengs, what's there to be reluctant about? He's still a prince!"
When it comes to the Fourth Prince, Xiangrong always has a lot to say. Although her expression and tone are full of resentment, you can still hear some differences. It's just that the girl involved hasn't felt this difference yet. Feng Yuheng can sensitively capture it, but she doesn't want to have a deep chat with her on this topic. Subconsciously, she always feels that Xiangrong is still young. How can a girl who is almost thirteen years old understand what love is? Whether it is the Seventh Prince or the Fourth Prince, the feelings produced at this age may be a momentary illusion in the growth of life. If she is blindly guided to choose only between these two people, it is pure misleading. Feng Yuheng doesn't want to mislead Xiangrong. She just hopes that Xiangrong can look at everything calmly, and then in another two years, her mind will be more mature, so that she can have her own real judgment ability.
"Second sister." The Fourth Prince did not even pause after bringing up the topic. Xiang Rong's words quickly changed, so naturally, without any deliberateness. She asked Feng Yuheng: "I heard that the fiefdom is still barren. Are we going to open up the wasteland?"
Feng Yuheng smiled bitterly, "It's not that the land is being reclaimed, but it's not so barren that there's nothing left. I've asked around, and there are still some villages over there, and there are quite a few aboriginals, but they're all relatively poor. They're temporarily governed by the governor of Yuzhou, and when we get there, the jurisdiction will be directly transferred over. We have to find a way to encourage the villagers to work hard and get rich. Of course, we have to build houses there first, otherwise we won't even have a place to live."
Xiangrong felt it was novel, not scared, but very yearning. But Shancha was a little worried. There was no place to live. Would she have to sleep on the street? The village over there was very poor, but how poor was it? She didn't dare to ask Feng Yuheng, but cast her eyes on Wangchuan and Huangquan. Huangquan loved to talk. While eating melon seeds, he said, "Don't be afraid. It's easier to get things done when there are many poor people. As long as we can afford the money, we can have any kind of labor! At worst, we can stay in the prefect's government office first, and he will have to serve us well."
Shan Cha finally felt relieved! That's right, the Second Miss is not just the Second Miss, she is also a princess. When a princess arrives, the governor must curry favor with her.
Feng Yuheng nodded in response, which was also considered as acknowledging such an arrangement. She planned to stay in the prefectural government first, and then immediately hire someone to build a house after choosing a location within the fiefdom. At the same time, she also wanted to learn more about the local customs and habits as soon as possible, live by the mountains and rivers, build as soon as possible, and attract investment.
Speaking of which, the prefect of Yuzhou is not an outsider. Ever since Feng Yuheng was conferred the title of county lord, Xuan Tianming had already made plans to replace the post of Yuzhou prefect, who was the immediate superior of Ji'an County. The current Yuzhou prefect is on his side, and the only legitimate daughter in the family is married to a deputy commander of the Northwest Army, so they are considered relatives. Xuan Tianming had already sent out the news that she was going to Yuzhou this time, and they must have been making preparations!
Feng Yuheng was heading west, talking and laughing on the way and feeling quite comfortable, but at the Yao Mansion, it was all sorrowful. Xu took the lead in wiping away tears. She had been crying since Feng Yuheng's convoy left the mansion, and no matter what she did, she would not cry.
Not only she cried, Qin and Miao also cried. Qin was crying while summing up her experience: "We have never raised a girl before, and we don't know how to get close to a girl. This is why Ah Heng is living like she has no family at all, and she can't get any help from them. On the contrary, she is worried about us and deliberately distances herself from us. Why couldn't we be more courageous and resolute and keep her?"
Miao nodded and agreed, "That's right. We finally had a baby girl, but she's gone before we've had much time to enjoy her. We'll have to deal with boys all day long. It makes me sick just thinking about it."
The six sons of the Miao family stood by with eyes wide open, watching and listening, and once again began to doubt whether they were the biological children of these three people.
At this moment, Xu, who was crying the hardest, suddenly slammed the table, stood up, and shouted, "I can't stand it anymore! I have a decision—"
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