Feng Yuheng came into the room, personally replaced the young soldier, and together with Wang Chuan, helped Feng Jinyuan back to the bed.
During the process, Feng Jinyuan stared at her blankly, watching this daughter and the maid lift him onto the bed, cover him with a quilt, and sit down quietly beside his bed. Her face was not as sharp as before, and although she was not close, she looked very similar to the indifference she had before being sent to the northwest. For Feng Jinyuan, being neither close nor distant was already the best result.
Feng Jinyuan turned his head away and raised his hand to wipe his face. It was a little damp, but he also felt how skinny he was now. He said, "Ah Heng, you're here!" Then he looked back, his eyes filled with the fatherly love that Feng Yuheng had never felt since he came to the Dashun Dynasty.
She was also a little dazed, and suddenly wanted to ask Feng Jinyuan if he was sick and confused, and if he mistook her for the Feng Chenyu of the past. But seeing that this person's fate was over, she sighed in her heart, and didn't say anything too harsh, just nodded and said: "Yes, I'm here."
Feng Jinyuan was a little embarrassed. Even though he had a lot to say to his second daughter, he didn't know where to start and how to start a conversation. He couldn't quite remember how they got along before sending Feng Yuheng to the northwest, when Feng Yuheng was still the eldest daughter of the Feng family. He only remembered that the second daughter was indifferent at that time, not very interested in anything, and didn't like anyone very much. And when Feng Yuheng returned to Beijing, their communication was nothing more than quarreling and arguing, and they didn't like each other.
"Alas." Feng Jinyuan sighed, not knowing what to say.
Feng Yuheng was the first to speak, and she said to herself, "I went to my mother's funeral to pay my respects. As a daughter, I didn't even make it to my mother's funeral. I'm afraid it will become a regret and guilt in my life. But I still want to thank you for taking care of this matter personally. The cemetery you chose looks very Feng Shui, and the desert is far away from Kyoto, far away from all the right and wrong. My mother will like it."
Feng Jinyuan quickly said, "Don't thank me, your mother is my first wife, and these are what I should do."
Feng Yuheng shook her head: "She is not his first wife anymore. We are divorced and have nothing to do with the Feng family." As she spoke, she held Feng Jinyuan's wrist pulse, and after a while she let go. She did not say anything about the illness, but said: "I took Xiangrong to Ji'an County, and Aunt An will also live there in the future. The house is well arranged, you can rest assured. As for Fendai, she has the Fifth Prince to take care of her. With her personality, it is useless for you to worry about her. Whether it is a blessing or a curse depends on her own choice."
When she said this, Feng Jinyuan felt like she was arranging his funeral for him, and told him everything about his family at the end. He knew in his heart that the pulse was probably not good. But this ending was also within his expectations. Just like he told the young soldier, he knew his own body well, and he couldn't hold on for two days at most. Fortunately, he saw Feng Yuheng before he died, and his heart was no longer worried, so he opened his mouth and said bitterly: "I am a failed father. I have failed so much that I am about to die. I don't know what advice I can give you. You don't need my advice, because you do everything better than me as a father. In comparison, I haven't done anything serious in these years. I am not qualified to ask for your forgiveness, but Ah Heng, there is something I must tell you. Your mother left something before she died. She said that she was not confused. She has always recognized you in her heart. She knows that you are her daughter, not that Fu Ya, so you can rest assured."
"Yeah." Feng Yuheng was not in a very good mood, and she felt very depressed. Even though she had no feelings for Feng Jinyuan, this body was of the same lineage as Feng Jinyuan, so there was always some attraction. So now that she saw this man dying and suffering so much, she couldn't say anything unpleasant. She just said, "Since you remember me, then I'll be relieved! Speaking of which, there is no one in this world who doesn't want a father to be kind and a son to be filial. Father, have you ever thought that if you had treated me well at the beginning, the Feng family would never have become what it is now! As long as I am here, the Feng family will continue to be glorious. Unfortunately, things don't go as I wish."
Hearing her bring this up, Feng Jinyuan was still very happy, and still had a lot to say. He coughed for a while, then spoke again: "I know I was wrong. I don't know what was wrong with me back then, I felt that if the Feng family didn't express their position on the Yao family's matter overnight, they would definitely suffer along with the Yao family. I finally passed the imperial examination and climbed up to the position of left prime minister through official career, and finally brought your grandmother here. Maybe this huge honor made me dizzy, so that when things happened, I couldn't even make the most correct judgment. After all, all this has been done, and we can't go back to the beginning even if we want to. Ah Heng, the only thing your father is glad about now is that you can live such a wonderful life. After all, there is still a child in my Feng family who is promising. Whether you hate me or blame me, I now hope that you live a good life. Ah Heng, I'm sorry."
With a "sorry", Feng Jinyuan burst into tears. No matter how much he didn't want to cry in front of his daughter, he couldn't help crying. The Feng family, how glorious it was! But it was destroyed step by step in his mind. Now think about it, this second daughter has given him the Feng family many opportunities, but he still can't see the situation clearly.
He wanted to hold Feng Yuheng's hand, but he had been talking for so long and had exhausted his energy. He had no strength to lift it several times. Feng Yuheng took the initiative to hold his hand, still pinching his pulse with two fingers, and a faint sadness appeared between his eyebrows.
"I'm going to die." Feng Jinyuan said, "I'm holding on to this breath just to say sorry to you in person. Now that my wish has been fulfilled, I can finally swallow this breath." He gasped a few more times, trying very hard to swallow this breath, but he had to suffer more when he was about to die. Obviously, he was already at the end of his life, but this breath was still hanging on, and no matter how uncomfortable he was, it refused to dissipate.
Wangchuan felt it was too painful to see him like this, and said, "Miss, please have a good talk with Mr. Feng. I'll be waiting outside." Then he hurried out of the house.
Feng Yuheng looked at him for a while, frowned and asked him: "Do you want me to help you go more easily?"
Feng Jinyuan nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes!"
Feng Yuheng no longer hesitated, reached into his sleeve, and took out the euthanasia injection from the space.
"In fact, your daughter died a long time ago in the mountains of the northwest. She was drugged by two vicious villagers and thrown into a mass grave."
As she spoke, she fiddled with the injection, but Feng Jinyuan didn't even glance at it. He was just surprised by her words and said in a trembling voice: "No wonder Qianrou said you are not, it turns out you really are not..."
Feng Yuheng shook her head and injected a needle into Feng Jinyuan's body, saying at the same time: "No, I am, but I am not either." Seeing Feng Jinyuan's expectant eyes, she still shook her head and said: "The secret cannot be leaked."
Feng Jinyuan stopped asking questions. His eyelids felt heavy and were about to close. He only murmured, "Why do I feel so sleepy?"
She pulled out the injection and whispered, "Go to sleep if you are tired. You won't feel any pain when you fall asleep."
Then he watched Feng Jinyuan close his eyes little by little. It seemed that he said something before he closed his eyes completely, like "I'm sorry", but he couldn't hear it clearly.
Finally, he died without any breath. This was the last thing Feng Yuheng could do for him as his daughter.
She stood up and felt a gloomy atmosphere in the room. Under the influence of this gloomy atmosphere, the people in Feng Mansion began to flash through her mind like a movie replay. The old lady, Shen, Feng Chenyu, Feng Zihao, Jin Zhen, Han... These once lively people flashed before her eyes in their most distinctive postures, and then, with the passing of Feng Jinyuan, they completely disappeared from her world.
"From now on, there will be no Feng family anymore!" Feng Yuheng raised her head slightly, her nose felt a little sour, and tears actually overflowed from her eyes. She thought it was ridiculous, "Ban Zou, why do you think I am crying? Is it for the Feng family?"
In the darkness, Ban Zou appeared and stood behind her, accompanying her silently but without saying a word.
Feng Yuheng smiled bitterly, "It's for the Feng family! After all, my last name is Feng too. If my family can live well, who would want to end up like this? Do you really think I like being abandoned by my friends? Do you really think I like being without a father, mother, brother or sister? If they treat me with a little sincerity, I will repay them several times over, and this family will not end up like this."
She sniffed and turned to look at Feng Jinyuan again. This father looked nothing like he did that day. He was as thin as a bamboo pole and as old as a man in his fifties or sixties. In fact, Feng Jinyuan was only about forty years old and in his prime.
"I heard that he wanted to be buried with his wife." Ban Zou finally spoke, but he told a story he heard from the soldiers, "He has said more than once that if he couldn't treat his wife well when he was alive, it would be good for him to be a servant by her side after his death. He even mentioned to His Highness that he wanted to be buried with his wife, but His Highness didn't agree."
Feng Yuheng laughed, "That's right. I don't want my mother to have any connection with his Feng family after she passes away. He can send my mother off for the last time, and that's the end of their fate. We couldn't be together when we were alive, so why should we continue to entangle with each other after we die?"
"Then how do we deal with Feng Jinyuan's body?" Ban Zou asked, "The only place in Shaping City that can be used to bury people is in the east of the city. His wife is buried there, so he can't go there anymore."
Feng Yuheng thought for a moment and said, "Burn it! Put the ashes in a porcelain jar and have someone send it back to the capital, and then... give it to Fendai."
Ban Zou was stunned. "The fourth young lady of the Feng family? She has to scatter her ashes. She hates Feng Jinyuan so much that she hopes to scatter his ashes every day. If this is given to her, it will be delivered to her door."
"Let it be scattered." Feng Yuheng didn't mind this kind of thing as much as the ancients did. In later generations, there were many people who chose to scatter ashes into the sea. "If Fen Dai is buried properly, it can be considered as the father-daughter relationship in this life. If it is really scattered, it can be regarded as the last good deed that Feng Jinyuan did for his fourth daughter! Scattering the ashes, untie the knot in the heart, and from now on, understand the grievances of the Feng family in this life... That's good."
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