She doesn't want to care about anything ruthless and unjust, and what world's great roads, she doesn't want to care about all.
Feng Jiuge took his steps and walked step by step into the inner room. Each step seemed to be on an icy edge, stabbing her feet with pain and stabbing her heart with blood dripping.
She is neither sentimental nor sentimental. I just feel that the Patriarch of the Feng family has nurtured himself for many years, and now he has to pave the way for himself and plan everything for himself even after death, so he unconsciously feels distressed.
In this life, the Patriarch of the Feng family had two daughters and one son, but now, besides her, who else can stand for his funeral, and who else will grieve for him.
Wen had hated the Feng Patriarch until his death, and Feng Chujin would not appear here.
How brave he was in the first half of his life, he was depressed in the second half of his life.
When the people underneath came to report, they didn’t mention how the Patriarch Feng died. They only said that they went very peacefully, but they fell asleep with a slight knock on their eyes. When they looked again, they found that Patriarch Feng had swallowed it. One last breath.
In the first half of his life, he was so stubborn, so persistent, and silent when he left. It was really something that the Patriarch of the Feng family would have done.
Since Feng Jiuge and Rong Yu's orders were not received, the people underneath did not dare to make decisions for Feng Jiuge, so the body of the Patriarch of the Feng family was still lying on the Grand Master's chair.
Feng Jiuge seldom meets with the Patriarch of the Feng family, and he is less likely to talk. It's just that she looked at sitting on the Grand Master's chair, with her head tilted back, her complexion unchanged, her ruddy appearance was less, and she was inevitably old and weak.
This is the Patriarch of the Feng family who has passed away. If you don't check it carefully, you really can't tell that the Patriarch of the Feng family has gone. He looked like he was asleep.
Feng Jiuge stood only a few meters away from the head of the Feng clan, while pausing his steps, his eyes locked on the man in the chair of the master.
Etiquette was the most important thing that the Patriarch of the Feng family valued and cared about most during his lifetime. In front of outsiders, he was the solemn and respectful protector of the country and the helm of the Feng family. If he died, he must retain the last trace of his face and be clean. , To die completely.
The Patriarch of the Feng family walked extremely peacefully, and he couldn't see that he had any pain during his lifetime, nor could he see whether he had an unfulfilled wish.
Just as Feng Jiuge withdrew his gaze, he was still attracted by the object between his hands on his abdomen.
She stepped forward and drew the thing from his stiff hands.
It's a letter, not signed, only the two characters Jiuge.
After suffering a lot of blows in a row, Feng Jiuge was completely shocked at this moment.
She had never thought that she, a daughter who was not born with her own blood, could still get the attachment of Feng's Patriarch, and he still had something to say to herself in the end.
He is not his daughter, but he seems to regard himself as a relative. The last letter from the family is not for others, but for her.
Feng Jiuge unfolded the letter. Judging from the handwriting, it is most likely that the Patriarch of the Feng family wrote when his mind was a little clear, but he was sluggish after a long illness. Out.
The letter is simple, not a tear-jerking remark, nor is it the grand ambition of the Feng Family Patriarch to let her revive the Feng Family.
It's simple, just eight characters.
Peace and joy.
Nine songs, frost.
Feng Jiuge's pupils shrank suddenly, she looked at the Feng Family Patriarch with disbelief, his face was peaceful, but she could no longer get up and say anything to her.
Patriarch Feng wishes her peace and joy. This is the most heartfelt blessing and the most heartfelt words.
Feng Jiuge has been touched a lot in this life, but the touch from the Feng family's head made her eyes moist. She was not such a person who was easy to cry at first, but for some reason, she has always had the urge to cry recently.
"I always think you are ruthless, but I never thought that the ruthless person is not you... but me." Feng Jiuge paused slightly, his tone choked.
Her slender fingers pinched both ends of the letter paper, and with a ticking sound, a touch of wetness fell, dizzy with the word Jiuge.
She thought, she finally understood why the Patriarch of the Feng family would treat her like this, and why she left such a sentence to herself at the last moment.
It was because she woke up too late, and it was because she understood it too late that she even forgot. Some things, some people, once happened, they can't be restored.
"You have an obsession with your mother, a kind of obsession that has reached the bones."
And the Patriarch of the Feng family feels guilty to himself, a kind of guilt that feels owed to Feng Jiuge is a sin, and a kind of guilt that feels unforgivable if he doesn't exhaust everything.
The letter paper was gathered by Feng Jiuge, and the wrinkles were slowly squeezed out.
She was sorry to Gu Beiyan, to Jun Jue, to Feng Shuyu, and to the Patriarch of the Feng family. Perhaps Feng Jiuge could not repay these unhesitating protections in his life.
What she is carrying is not only a mission, but also not only a human life, but also a kind of courage to put the death on the ground and live thereafter, and a determination to death and life.
In the future, not only the Feng Clan, but also not only the Prince Tan's Mansion, Feng Jiuge will let those who owe them and those who look down on them, all pay their due price.
This time, she will no longer be cowardly, will no longer shrink her head and tail, will no longer be at the mercy of others!
As Chu Luo's protector of the country, the Patriarch of the Feng family was full of wind and rain as soon as the news of his death spread. Luo Yuesheng knew about it very early and immediately sent someone to Rongfu to comfort him.
When Feng Shuyu died, because of Luoyue Sheng, there was no funeral or funeral. It was just a verbal comfort, and there was no time for solemnity.
And this time when the Patriarch of the Feng family passed away, Luo Yuesheng sent many people over to make funeral arrangements for Feng Jiuge, so that the Patriarch of the Feng family would go extraordinarily.
Luo Yuesheng was a little bit eager to appease now, Feng Jiuge did not refuse, but the plan behind did not let the royal family intervene for half a minute.
She did not believe everyone, nor did she believe that Luo Yuesheng would treat her so kindly.
Now that she is the only one left in the Feng clan, Luo Yuesheng felt that she had been suppressed enough, and for the time being to save her life slowly, the battle between him and Gu Beiyan had not yet started, and it was still useful for him to keep himself.
Rong Yu had planned the funeral for the Patriarch of the Feng family for a long time, except for the last guard, entrusted it to Rong Yu.
During the period, Gu Beiyan came to the door once, only to see Feng Jiuge's pale face, he was a bit dissatisfied. But now is the most special time, Gu Beiyan will not scold Feng Jiuge for this.
He knew that for his ninety-nine, what he needed most was time, a place where she could relax.
Lin Zhi had never seen such a desolate Feng Jiuge, it was like the world collapsed, everything fell completely, Feng Jiuge was like a walking dead person, there is no emotion when seeing anyone, even no distraction.