"Old General, Old Master, the Lord Father is leading Hua Qingcheng towards Qingrong Courtyard."
In the hall of Qingrong Courtyard, Feng Cang hurried in, stood aside with his back hunched, and reported to Feng Jingyun who was sitting in the upper seat.
Feng Jingyun, dressed in a court robe embroidered with colorful auspicious clouds made of Ruyi satin, is now over 60 years old and her black hair has turned gray, but she still looks energetic and full of vigor.
"oh?"
"That girl is really quite capable."
Hearing Feng Cang's report, Feng Jingyun was slightly surprised. He hadn't expected that the woman had only been in the mansion for less than three quarters of an hour and had already passed two levels. Feng Jingyun pinched his brows in annoyance, then waved Feng Cang away.
Feng Jingyun did not oppose Hua Qingcheng's marriage with Si Chengfeng because he disliked her background, but because Hua Qingcheng already had four husbands. Feng Jingyun was unwilling to let such an outstanding grandson become someone else's fifth husband from the bottom of his heart.
"Xiao Yunyun, listen to me, Hua Qingcheng..."
Mulan Jin, who was standing by, wanted to say a few good words for Hua Qingcheng, but was stopped by Feng Jingyun's angry scolding.
"Mulan, you old fool! I think you haven't done enough horse stance, and holding a wooden basin hasn't calmed you down yet, right?"
"Although Chengfeng is not our biological grandson, he has been our son for so many years and is no different from our own. How could you let him become someone else's concubine?"
Feng Jingyun looked at Mulan Jin with a look of disappointment, wondering if this old guy was getting more confused as he got older.
"Xiao Yunyun, I didn't tell you before because I was afraid you would get too excited. Hua Qingcheng and Ling Yan..."
"Ling Yan? How dare you mention Ling Yan to me?"
It would have been fine if Mulanjin hadn't said anything, but as soon as Feng Lingyan was mentioned, Feng Jingyun couldn't help but become even angrier.
"If you hadn't insisted on taking Lingyan to the palace banquet, he wouldn't have met the emperor. If he hadn't met the emperor, he wouldn't have been favored by the emperor. If he hadn't been favored by the emperor, he wouldn't have been summoned to the palace. If he hadn't entered the palace, he wouldn't have died..."
"Marrying a woman who is fickle and unfaithful in love, do you want to end up like Chengfeng Bu Lingyan?"
"Hua Qingcheng, she is different..."
"Different? How is it different? Does she have two more eyes than Nalan Yunzhi, or an extra nose?"
Mulanjin wanted to fight for it, but when he saw his wife's angry and annoyed look, he could only shut his mouth.
Feng Jingyun, who was crying unconsciously, seemed to have lost his soul and sat listlessly on the chair.
Sixteen years have passed, and Feng Jingyun has never mentioned a word about Lingyan, but the sorrow of losing her son is always engraved in her heart, and this deep pain has never faded.
"Old General, Old Man, the Lord Father and Hua Qingcheng are almost at the gate of the courtyard." Feng Cang, who had returned, reported to Feng Jingyun and Mulanjin after entering the hall.
"Forget it, I'm tired too, you guys can do whatever you want..."
Feng Jingyun, who was in a state of dismay, refused the support of Mulanjin and Feng Cang. After looking at Mulanjin meaningfully, he staggered to his feet and walked out of the hall alone.
Mulan Jin, who was sitting at the right side of the table, could only sigh inwardly at the sight. She had never seen Feng Jingyun lose his composure like this before. In reality, his wife loved Ling Yan just as much as she did herself...
"Feng Cang, go to the gate and let Hua Qingcheng in. Tell the master to go and invite the general over."
Seeing that his wife had given up on him, Mulanjin could only let her daughter Cailan and her husband Jingyang arrange Chengfeng's marriage...
"Yes, old man."
After receiving the order, Feng Cang immediately went to carry it out, passed on Feng Jingyun's instructions to Yu Jingyang, and let Hua Qingcheng enter Qingrongyuan.
"Miss Hua, this way please!"
After Feng Cang led Hua Qingcheng into Qingrong Courtyard, he took her to the main hall. However, Feng Cang, who was supposed to take Hua Qingcheng to her destination, suddenly felt urgent. Helpless, Feng Cang could only apologize to Hua Qingcheng and show her the way.
Following Feng Cang's guidance, Hua Qingcheng moved forward all the way, but when she passed by the garden pavilion, she met a white-haired old woman. She was leaning on a chair in the pavilion in a daze, her eyes focused.
Hua Qingcheng wanted to move on, but unexpectedly was stopped by the other party.
"Come here and press it for me."
Hua Qingcheng looked at the old man sitting in the pavilion suspiciously. After looking around and confirming that there were only the two of them, she was sure that the other party was calling her.
Hua Qingcheng didn't want to pay any attention to him, but seeing the old man's sad look, Hua Qingcheng felt a little reluctant.
Thinking it would only take a moment, Hua Qingcheng came up behind the old man as if possessed by a spirit. She gently touched the old man's temple with her bare hands, imitating the technique Mu Lige used on her, and began to massage the old man gently.
With warm, slender fingers, they moved rhythmically, and Feng Jingyun felt his fatigue disappear. However, the warm touch was extremely unfamiliar, not coming from Feng Cang.
"Who...are you?"
Feng Jingyun suddenly opened her eyes and asked in her powerful voice. However, when she turned her head to look at the person behind her, her eyes, which were originally filled with melancholy, suddenly widened.
"Yan'er!"
Feng Jingyun immediately jumped up from his chair and tightly held Hua Qingcheng's arm with both hands.
"Am I dreaming?"
"Is this Yan'er coming back to see me?"
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