This remark frightened Ji Lingshi's wife, Jiang, so much that she fainted on the spot. A soldier stepped forward to sniff her breath and said, "Dead!"
Ji Lingtian only felt a fishy and sweet smell rising up in his chest. He couldn't hold it back, so he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Jiang's body was carried away and thrown aside temporarily. Ji Lingtian knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Xuan Tianming: "Please spare my life, Your Highness, please spare my life!"
Xuan Tianming shook his head: "You have colluded with Old Eight and impersonated Princess Ji'an, Ji Lingtian. This is a great crime of exterminating the entire clan. Don't worry, walk slowly on the Yellow Springs Road. I will send your Ji family elders and children to you soon."
Ji Lingtian spat out another mouthful of blood! At this moment, he really wanted to be frightened to death like his wife, but he was not so good today. He spat out two mouthfuls of blood and did not die after such a torment, and he did not even faint. He suddenly thought that this might be God's punishment for him, letting him face his death clearly and face the heinous mistakes he had made.
He was unwilling to accept this, and he wanted to drag someone down with him even if he died, right? This kind of thing couldn't just be borne by the Ji family alone, wasn't there someone else involved? He opened his eyes and pointed directly at Feng Jinyuan - "Him! And him! He is also the culprit, why didn't His Highness the Ninth Prince kill him as well?"
Xuan Tianming didn't say anything, but Feng Jinyuan met Ji Lingtian's gaze and said, "Don't compare me. Although I am the real father of Princess Ji'an, my daughter has never said a good word for me. From what I know about her, she will never be lenient in this matter. Lord Ji, you should go first. I will definitely go down to accompany you. It's just a matter of dying sooner or later. You won't lose anything."
Ji Lingtian had nothing to say. Feng Jinyuan was Feng Yuheng's father, and he was also the father-in-law of the Ninth Prince. What else could he do after hearing what he had said? His Ji family couldn't compare with the Feng family. So he lowered his head and accepted it.
Xuan Tianming did not delay and raised his hand. Immediately, soldiers came forward and took Ji Lingtian and the official who had already been frightened silly to the side of Yao's coffin. Then they kicked the two men on the back of the knees and made them kneel down. Then two more people raised their knives and chopped at their necks without saying a word.
Feng Jinyuan watched Ji Lingtian's head fall to the ground, and the official's head even rolled to his feet twice. He kicked it, as if kicking his future. I think, in a short time, his end will be the same, right? The Ninth Prince has never been soft-hearted when it comes to killing people.
He withdrew his thoughts and stopped thinking about those trivial things. People are like this. Once you are afraid of death, you will try every possible way to gain chips for yourself to live. And once you take death lightly, then living or not will not have much meaning. With the determination to die, he completed the funeral of Yao, watched Yao buried, watched the soldiers fill the soil and set up the tombstone. Then he stepped forward, scattered the remaining paper money in his hand on the side of the tomb, knelt down and kowtowed three times, which was considered to be the completion of the whole ceremony.
Xuan Tianming also bowed three times in front of the grave, stared at the tombstone for a while, and said nothing more. He turned around and left with his men without paying any attention to Feng Jinyuan.
Until everyone in the cemetery had left, even the soldiers had dragged away several corpses, and the Yin-Yang master from Shaping City also accepted the reward from Xuan Tianming and left together, Feng Jinyuan came back to his senses in a daze, and then he found that he was the only one left in front of Yao's tomb.
This was a perfect opportunity to escape, but Feng Jinyuan knew that he would never be able to escape. Xuan Tianming was so cautious that he left him alone here because he had anticipated all possibilities, including his escape. Now this area was Xuan Tianming's territory, and Feng Jinyuan knew that no matter where he ran, he would be caught soon, and he no longer had the intention to escape. He used to think about saving his life, but now he no longer had any extravagant hope for "staying alive".
He was very grateful to Xuan Tianming for giving him such an opportunity to be alone with Yao for a while. He didn't know what to say to Yao. He had done what he should and shouldn't have done before. Even if he said sorry ten thousand times, it would not make up for the harm he had done to the mother and her two children over the years. Feng Jinyuan just missed Zirui. That child was so cute and good-looking. He was also the disciple of the Imperial Master Ye Rong. He should have held him in his hands and cherished him well, but he hurt him again and again, even breaking a finger.
Feng Jinyuan raised his hand, slapped himself in the face, and fell to the ground in front of Yao's tomb, sobbing bitterly...
He sat in front of the Yao family's tomb for three whole days and three nights. During this time, he went to the small lake nearby to drink water several times. He didn't eat anything and didn't sleep. He looked like a ghost, with sunken eye sockets, and looked quite scary.
On the fourth day, Feng Jinyuan finally stood up, swayed a few times before steadying himself, and then walked away from the Yao family tomb step by step, but walked back towards Shaping City.
The next time Xuan Tianming saw Feng Jinyuan, it was in the general's tent outside the south gate of Shaping City. Although he was mentally prepared, he didn't expect that this man could harm him like this.
He wanted to laugh, and wanted to ask Feng Jinyuan why he didn't run away, and who was he trying to win sympathy by making himself like this? But he was no longer the Ninth Prince when he was young. He was still "reckless", but less willful. Under such a political situation, in the past two or three years, he thought more about things, and the whip in his hand was no longer as casual as before. But this was not a softening of the heart, nor was it cowardice, but learning to further weigh the pros and cons, and learning to think about problems from more perspectives. Whenever His Royal Highness made a move again, his men would take a life.
Just like how he was facing Feng Jinyuan now, he no longer had the same single-minded determination to avenge Feng Yuheng as before. He only felt that the world was unpredictable, and he actually saw the coming and going of spring and autumn, and the blooming and withering of flowers in this one person.
He asked Feng Jinyuan: "Don't you want to say something to save your life?"
Feng Jinyuan thought about it, and he really thought of something, so he said, "When Qianzhou's eldest princess Kang Yi married me, I was blinded by power and didn't think much about it. But later I lost my position as prime minister, and I analyzed it from beginning to end. After some investigation, I realized that you all wanted to find a map of Qianzhou. You thought that the map was in my hands, and even the Qianzhou royal family thought that the thing was in my hands, so you sent Kang Yi here to get close to me on the pretext of marriage, but in fact you searched my Feng Mansion for her Qianzhou things... right?"
He took the initiative to bring this up, and Xuan Tianming did not hide it, and nodded and said, "That's right." But then he sneered and said, "But this group of you does not include me. I know that you don't have that thing in your hand."
Feng Jinyuan was stunned: "Why is Your Highness so sure?"
Xuan Tianming curled his lips and smiled evilly: "Because I know you too well. With your character, if you really have something that important, you would have used it as a bargaining chip long ago. You would not have ended up like this."
Feng Jinyuan smiled bitterly, thinking that the Ninth Prince, who everyone thought was the most willful, had a clearer view of things. Indeed, if he really had that thing in his hand, the Feng family would not have ended up in such a situation. He would at least take it out to fight for a glimmer of hope for the Feng family.
"Yes! I really didn't. Your Highness didn't kill me at the cemetery that day. Now tell me the truth!" Feng Jinyuan knelt down, a dead aura spreading all over his body, without any sign of life at all.
Xuan Tianming looked at him, and the purple lotus between his eyebrows blossomed more brilliantly. Feng Jinyuan knelt on the ground and waited for a long time, but what he finally heard was: "This king will not kill you. As for your life or death, leave it to Hengheng to decide!" After saying that, he stood up and left, leaving Feng Jinyuan kneeling in the general's tent alone, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Feng Jinyuan survived, but his life was completely different from before. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he actually changed his personality. He didn't live in vain in the military camp. He went to Shaping City every day to help the soldiers fetch water, and then carried it back one bucket at a time. He had never done such a job before. At first, he would always spill half of the bucket when he carried it, but this person's understanding was still very strong. After a few times, he mastered the trick of carrying the load, and the water he brought back would not spill as much as before.
In addition, he also took the initiative to chat with the soldiers and taught some younger soldiers how to read and write. Many soldiers learned to write their own names under his instruction.
Those who joined the army to fight were all rough men, relying on their strong bodies to earn some military pay to help their families. Most of them had never been to school, let alone read. At first, some people sneered at Feng Jinyuan and had some prejudices. But gradually, seeing that some young soldiers could write their own names, they also felt itchy and no longer rejected Feng Jinyuan, and took the initiative to find him to learn how to write his name.
Feng Jinyuan never refused anyone who came, taught cheerfully, and even wrote suicide notes for some soldiers in need. These soldiers all understood that every time they went into battle to kill the enemy, it might be the last time, and no matter how overwhelming the victory was, there would always be casualties. They were afraid that they would not be able to return from the battlefield next time, and now they happened to have a "teacher" like Feng Jinyuan, so they simply wrote suicide notes.
The soldiers agreed with each other that they would keep the suicide note close to their bodies. No matter who died, as long as the brothers nearby were capable, they would take the suicide note from the person and keep it with themselves, and then find a chance to give it to their families in the future. It was always better than leaving nothing behind.
Feng Jinyuan also gained a deeper understanding of life through this suicide note incident. He was more open-minded about life and death. He felt that if he had the chance, he should also write a suicide note, but after thinking about it, he didn't know who he could leave his suicide note to. There were not many people in the Feng family. It could be said that all those who were close to him in the past had died one by one. If his suicide note was delivered to Fendai, wouldn't she just crumple it up and throw it away based on the child's temper?
Feng Jinyuan smiled bitterly, and warned those burly soldiers again and again: "No matter what time it is, you must be kind to your family members, be impartial, and treat all your children fairly." He even told everyone about his own experience, telling them not to be like him.
He Gan told Xuan Tianming about Feng Jinyuan's recent actions. Xuan Tianming was initially surprised, but as he listened, he also felt deeply sad...
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