Chapter 46 Life or Death

Jiang Lingyin paused and scanned the waiting crowd below.

"No. 22, please raise your hand, No. 22." Jiang Lingyin herself didn't know who No. 22 was.

People in the crowd were looking at each other, guessing, and asking.

"Is it you?"

"Is it you?"

Feng Yuanhao glanced at the people around him and slowly raised his hand.

But he was sitting and short.

Only the people close to him saw it.

"It's Prince Feng of Wu'an Marquis Mansion!" Someone next to him shouted.

"Wow..." The crowd suddenly boiled.

Feng Yuanhao?

"Yuanhao, when did you become so knowledgeable?" Wu Yueqin shouted incredulously.

Jiang Lingyin didn't expect that a young man who hadn't been out for a long time and had been paralyzed for more than two years,

who was also sitting in a wheelchair at this time, would suddenly be so talented?

Feng Yuanhao used to be known as a martial artist who loved to play. No one would have thought that he would amaze the audience when he appeared after more than two years.

The people in front of Feng Yuanhao made way for him.

Wu Yueqin personally pushed him to the stage to receive the award.

The calligraphy of the current emperor.

This is a rare and valuable item.

The emperor's calligraphy is not for anyone to collect.

Only the Prince of Chen can get it.

Feng Yuanhao unfolded it in front of the crowd.

A painting with a flowing dragon's brush: God rewards hard work.

Another round of exclamations.

Jiang Lingyin continued.

"Second place, number 16."

There was no response from the young master.

After three breaths, a woman screamed.

"Princess of Chen, it's Miss Yuan, Miss Qiaolan from the Jingzhao Yin family." A woman's voice spread throughout the audience.

"I guess it must be her." Someone said immediately.

This result seemed to be within everyone's expectations.

However, Yuan Qiaolan rarely appeared in such occasions.

Today, it was her mother who asked her to come, saying that she had been bored at home for too long and wanted to get some fresh air.

Feng Tianxing also immediately thought of who it was.

[The candidate for the eldest sister-in-law I have chosen must be extraordinary. ]

Feng Tianxing thought in his heart, and Feng Yuanhao also smiled as he watched Yuan Qiaolan walk out of the crowd.

The maid helped her onto the stage.

Yuan Qiaolan respectfully took the prize from Jiang Lingyin.

Like Feng Yuanhao, she unfolded it for everyone to see.

A picture of eight galloping horses.

It was indeed a master's work, each with a different posture, but all galloping in the same direction.

Applause rang out.

All the men were envious. This was what many men wanted, and it ended up in the hands of a woman.

What a pity.

"The third place is No. 32." Jiang Lingyin continued to announce.

This time, the person who stood up was not surprising to everyone, because he was a young man from a scholar's family.

The poetry meeting came to an end.

The young men and women said goodbye one after another.

On the way back.

The three brothers and sisters felt that they had a very satisfying day today.

This was also the happiest day for Feng Tianxing.

There is no such cultural exchange in the world of cultivation.

Some are exchanges of cultivation, full of blood and cruelty.

"Brother, did you design Zheng Cheng?" Feng Yuanhan was very curious.

He really didn't know about this.

Of course he knew Zheng Cheng, and he used to have a close relationship with his eldest brother. He didn't expect him to act so recklessly. This was not like his style.

Feng Yuanhao smiled but didn't answer.

Feng Yuanhan certainly knew who broke Feng Yuanhao's leg.

The family would communicate any information to each other in a timely manner.

At that time, it was also in front of Feng Tianxing, but Feng Yuanhao found an excuse and said that he thought of it himself.

Feng Yuanhan saw the expression on his elder brother's face, and there was something he didn't understand.

"Well done. How did you do it?" Feng Yuanhan became even more curious.

He really couldn't think of how to do it.

He saw that Zheng Cheng seemed to be fine, but why did he suddenly act crazy.

Feng Yuanhao put Feng Tianxing in his arms and raised his chin.

Feng Yuanhan understood immediately.

It turned out that his sister helped.

"Haha..." Feng Yuanhan picked up his sister and began to "ravage" her in the carriage.

Feng Tianxing was heard laughing happily all the way.

Happy times always pass quickly.

As soon as their carriage arrived at the gate of the mansion, the housekeeper hurried down the steps.

"Prince, you are back. There is a great commotion at home." Chen Shiming was sweating.

Feng Ruyue cried bitterly as soon as she returned to the mansion, and even took a white silk to hang herself.

She kept crying and wailing, "I will not live anymore, I will not live anymore."

Ruan Ruoying was so anxious when she saw her daughter like this.

When asked what was going on, Feng Ruyue had no intention of answering, so Zishu had to do it himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was greeted with a loud slap.

"How do you take care of the young lady? Huh? Are you a freeloader?

You were right behind her and didn't even know to hold her.

Someone, take this bitch away and give her twenty lashes."

Ruan Ruoying was so angry that she was looking for someone to blame.

There was nothing wrong with Zishu.

"Madame Zhao. Go and call the Marquis. And ask someone to call the second son back as well."

At this moment, she had no one else to turn to, so she had to find Feng Zuwen.

Ruan Ruoying sent two of her maids to hold Feng Ruyue back at all times.

"My dear, don't worry. I will never marry you to that fat guy. I promise." Ruan Ruoying kept comforting Feng Ruyue who was about to faint from crying.

Soon, Feng Zuwen and his wife came to Renshouyuan.

When Feng Zuwen learned the cause of the incident, he felt mixed emotions.

After all, she was his sister whom he had doted on for so many years.

But Song Shuqing felt differently: she deserved it.

She now has no affection for the second house. If it weren't for her husband's face, she really wanted to move out and start a new family.

"Boss, what should we do about this?" Ruan Ruoying really had no idea.

Her assurances were all empty. A woman's reputation was too important.

And it happened in public, in front of Prince Yi.

"This is not easy to handle. Let's see what the Dong family says. That's the Taifu family, the emperor's mentor.

We are a marquisate that has been attacked for three generations and only has three generations left. How can we compare with the Dong family? They may not even look down on Ruyue and can only take her as a concubine." When Feng Zuwen said this, Feng Ruyue cried even more sadly and was about to hit her head against the wall.

She was a beautiful girl, but marrying a fat man was already a fate worse than death, and she was not even worthy of him.

The gap was too big.

After a while, Feng Zuwu also came back.

After learning the situation, he fell into deep thought.

The Taifu family is definitely too high for the Marquisate.

The Marquisate does not have any close ministers to the emperor.

"Mother, we need to think about this matter in the long run." Feng Zuwu's thoughts are different from Ruan Ruoying's.

If the Taifu can also stand on the side of the second prince, it will be like adding wings to a tiger.

The words of the Taifu have a huge effect in front of the emperor.

It's a pity that Taifu Dong is the emperor's confidant, how could he easily stand on the side.

But if they become in-laws, it's hard to say.

No one can tell what will happen in the future, but they can pave the way.

"Second brother, what do you mean?" Ruan Ruoying naturally couldn't think that far. She gave birth to her daughter, so of course she would give priority to her daughter's preferences.

"Mother, this is just as my eldest brother said. It depends on the attitude of the Dong family. If the Dong family doesn't like this marriage, I will marry far away.

If they think Ruyue is a good daughter-in-law, then prepare the dowry." In front of Feng Zuwen, he couldn't say it clearly.

"Second brother, I won't marry. That fat guy is at least three times heavier than me. How can you let me marry him?"

Feng Ruyue wanted to die even more after hearing what Feng Zuwu said. It would be better for her to die than to face a fat guy every day.