In fact, before arresting people, Xuan Tianming was thinking about leaving Yao to Feng Yuheng, and as for Feng Jinyuan, he just took care of it. .. But he didn't expect that the one who died was Yao, and he couldn't bring himself to kill the remaining Feng Jinyuan. One biological father and one biological mother, he had to leave one for that girl.
Feng Jinyuan was originally arranged to live in Shaping City, but Feng Jinyuan didn't want to live there, so he insisted on staying in the camp and took the initiative to take on many tasks in the camp. Sometimes when the soldiers in the camp were training, he would go to Shaping City to help the people of Shaping do some things, and even did things like writing menus for restaurants.
Some soldiers privately said that if Mr. Feng had not been so ruthless in the past, the princess would not dislike him. What a pity! He blocked his own way. Even if he turned back, he was too far from the shore and could not get up.
Feng Jinyuan's good deeds didn't last long. The sultry heat and exposure in the desert made him suffer from the heat. He could hardly go out during the day and vomited constantly. Song Kang was particularly annoyed with him and insisted on not coming to treat him. The other military doctors naturally listened to Song Kang, so no one paid much attention to Feng Jinyuan. At most, they prepared some herbal tea for him to relieve the heat, but did not give him any medicine.
Feng Jinyuan also knew that he was annoying, and he didn't want to live anymore, so he didn't care whether he took medicine or not, and even kept thanking the young soldier who was assigned to take care of him. Sometimes when he felt a little better, he would go down to the ground to empty the dirt by himself, without bothering others.
The heatstroke was unbearable during the day, but it would get a little better at night. Feng Jinyuan simply slept during the day and stayed awake at night, but he couldn't do anything. He could only sit on the bed in the tent, recalling the past over and over again, recalling the days when the people in the Feng Mansion were still alive, and even speeding up his wedding with Yao. At that time, the Empress Dowager, who was still alive, sent gifts, how glorious it was.
That evening, Xuan Tianming came to Feng Jinyuan's tent for the first time, carrying two pots of wine. Feng Jinyuan didn't know what he was doing, and when he saw Xuan Tianming handing him one of the pots of wine, he thought it was poisoned wine to send him to death, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Even if His Highness the Ninth Prince wants to kill someone, he is not in this mood. Poisoned wine is too subtle, and it is not a killing method that His Highness the Ninth Prince is good at."
Xuan Tianming laughed, pulled a chair and sat down in front of him, and asked: "Then tell me, how should I kill people?"
Feng Jinyuan said: "It should be done in a grand manner, like killing Ji Lingtian, to shock everyone, instead of sending a pot of wine secretly. To be honest, for the mistakes I made, a pot of poisoned wine is really too easy for me. I think Your Highness wants to save some face for Ah Heng, right? As a father, I have never done anything to support her. Before I die, I still have to ask this daughter to help me save face. I really don't have the face to face the ancestors of the Feng family."
After saying that, he took the mouth of the wine flask into his mouth and gulped down several mouthfuls. Then he put the wine on the small table beside him and smiled bitterly at Xuan Tianming: "How long will it take for the effect to take effect after drinking it?" He tasted it again, "It doesn't seem to be immediate, so I guess His Highness the Ninth Prince has something to tell me."
Xuan Tianming listened to his words but didn't say anything. He raised the pot of wine in his hand and took two sips. Then he said, "There's nothing special about it. I just couldn't sleep at night and wanted to find someone to have a drink. After thinking about it, I realized that I've never had a drink with your future father-in-law before, so I came here."
Feng Jinyuan was stunned, "Drink with me?" He looked at the wine pot he had just drunk from and seemed to understand something: "Did I misunderstand? Isn't this wine poisoned?"
Xuan Tianming nodded: "You do understand me. If I want to kill you, there is no way I can do it quietly with a pot of poisoned wine. What's more, since I said I would leave you to Ah Heng, I will not do it myself."
Feng Jinyuan blinked, but he didn't feel like he had survived a disaster. Instead, he shook his head in disappointment, "I thought too simply. I tried so hard to live before, but now I know that it's not that easy to die." He grabbed the wine pot, tilted his head back, and took a few more sips. He was originally a scholar and didn't have much tolerance for alcohol. After a few sips of strong liquor, he felt a little dizzy. He felt his eyes were hot and his nose was sore. When he opened his mouth again, he started crying for some reason.
Xuan Tianming didn't stop him, nor did he feel annoyed. He just drank while watching Feng Jinyuan cry. When he had almost finished crying, he said, "If I had known this would happen, why did I do this in the first place?"
Feng Jinyuan sniffed and sighed bitterly, "It's because I didn't think about this day in my early years that I did so many wrong things. Now I regret it, but it's too late. So many people have died, what am I still alive for? Your Highness, what do you think I'm still alive for?"
"But you used to hope that the person who died was Ah Heng's." Xuan Tianming snorted coldly and poked Feng Jinyuan's scar, "If it weren't for my wife's ability, I'm afraid she would have died in your hands more than once."
Feng Jinyuan nodded, and admitted the mistakes he had made without any hesitation: "I sent people to kill them on the way back to Beijing; later, the Shen family made several moves, and I did not stop them; even when I returned to my hometown to worship my ancestors, Zihao and Chenyu teamed up to harm Ah Heng, and I also hoped that she was really burned to death..." He waved his hands as he spoke, "Too many times, I can't count how many times I have secretly moved, but as Your Highness said, Ah Heng is capable, and I have never succeeded." As he spoke, he slapped himself in the face, and tears fell again, and then he actually asked Xuan Tianming: "Your Highness, do you think I really have no brains? Now that I think about it, I don't know how I got so lucky and won the top prize. With my brain, I can actually pass the exam and become the top scholar? Anyone who is smart should understand after going through so many things that Ah Heng cannot be touched, right? Why didn't I see it at the time? And I was still thinking about protecting Chenyu?"
Xuan Tianming agreed with him very much: "Maybe Father's eyes were blurry and he misread the test paper. Otherwise, based on your brain, you really are not qualified to be the top scholar."
Feng Jinyuan was very funny. It was unknown whether his personality had really changed after so many things happened, or whether he was too drunk after drinking a few glasses of wine. He was so bold that he took Xuan Tianming's hand and started to chat with him. He talked about his preparation for the exam, and then talked about his marriage with Yao, sending Ah Heng away and bringing Ah Heng back, and then the people of the Feng family died one by one, and then watched the Feng family decline with his own eyes. He did not miss any link and details. His memory was so good that even Xuan Tianming had to admit it. He even said, "With your memory, it is possible for you to get the top prize."
Feng Jinyuan didn't respond to his words and continued to talk. He even memorized all the words Xuan Tianming and Xuan Tianhua said when they visited Feng Mansion several times to support Feng Yuheng when Feng Yuheng just returned to Beijing.
This talk was simply a life memoir of Feng Jinyuan and the entire Feng family. Xuan Tianming also listened with great interest. After all, his wife was involved in it, and she was the one who was slapped in the face. It sounded very satisfying.
Finally, Feng Jinyuan stopped talking about Yao's burial, and when he turned his head again, it was already daybreak. He was mostly sober, and when he saw himself kneeling on the ground in a very unpresentable manner with his hands clasped between Xuan Tianming's knees, he felt a little embarrassed. He wanted to apologize to Xuan Tianming, saying that he lost his composure because he drank too much, but he felt that an apology was too pale and had no practical significance. He opened his mouth again, but said: "I am a dying man, and the only thing I can ask for now is that His Highness the Ninth Prince will treat our Ah Heng well in the future. The Feng family didn't give her any affection, and I hope that this loss can be made up after she marries into the Prince Yu's Mansion. It's not easy for my daughter, and she can live to this day by her own luck. I think after I die, she can be more relaxed."
He stood up from the ground, his legs were not working well after kneeling for so long, and he almost fell. Xuan Tianming helped him up and said, "I will take good care of my own wife. Do you have any other... instructions?" He wanted to ask, "Do you have any other will?" But then he felt that it was a bit inhumane, so he changed his words temporarily.
Feng Jinyuan was not polite. After thinking for a while, he said, "I still have a concubine and a third daughter alive. Concubines are not included in the family tree, so there is no question of whether they can be divorced or not. If I die, she will naturally be free. That third daughter has always been on good terms with Ah Heng. I don't think I need to worry about anything. With her second sister around, Xiangrong will definitely not suffer. But there is still a fourth daughter..." Feng Jinyuan paused, fumbled under the pillow and took out a letter written a few days ago, handed it to Xuan Tianming and said, "This is a letter I wrote to Fendai. She is in Beijing. Although she is promised to the Fifth Prince, the Fifth Prince treats her well, but I can't let her go. The prince should still remember that girl. Her temper is like Shen's mother, Shen, who was so beautiful that she didn't have any brains at all. She gets angry easily and is full of resentment at a young age. I don't know how to educate that child well, and she doesn't listen to me. I hope that the prince can give her this letter when he returns to Beijing in the future. It can be regarded as a father's last advice to her before his death!"
After Feng Jinyuan finished speaking, he saw Xuan Tianming take the letter, and he was relieved. The effect of the alcohol had completely dissipated, but the summer heat attack came back. He fell to the bed in a daze and soon fell asleep.
Xuan Tianming called the soldiers outside to come in and help Feng Jinyuan take off his shoes, socks and outer clothes and cover himself with a blanket, and then he left the tent. Facing the rising sun in the desert and the summer heat that followed, he opened the letter from Feng Jinyuan that didn't even have an envelope, and saw the last warning from a dying man to his daughter, all of which were to ask Fendai not to go against Feng Yuheng again. He warned Fendai that only by making friends with Feng Yuheng could she live in peace, and now, there was nothing happier than being able to be alive.
Xuan Tianming sighed softly and put the letter in his arms. He was still willing to help Feng Jinyuan achieve this wish. It all depended on whether Feng Fendai would repent! After all, the Feng family was Feng Yuheng's root, and he didn't want the Feng family to wither away without a single person left. Fortunately, there was still Feng Xiangrong, so his wife wouldn't be too lonely.
After a long conversation all night, Feng Jinyuan became even sicker...
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