"This Mr. Feng - is a kind father."
Wan Xiu'er softened a bit when she thought of Feng Zhen's request.
She was disgusted by her dead husband, but loved children.
If the child who was aborted back then could be born safely, would he be enlightened now
Unfortunately, fate is too thin.
In addition to her, there are female soldiers in the female battalion who take care of her life and ensure her safety.
The female soldier had never had contact with Feng Zhen, so naturally he didn't know his nature.
However, people like brain supplements. If they have a good impression of a person, they can't help but put more beautiful labels on them.
Feng Junshi is so wise and intelligent, he must also be a kind father!
Fengyi, who doesn't know the truth, can only say about this—
Ha ha.
More than a month later, Fengyi received a box "mailed" from her father from thousands of miles away.
There is nothing else in the box, except for various delicate things, which is Feng Zhen's letter to Feng Yi.
No more, no less, there are a total of twenty-four letters, each with four or five pages of letter paper, which is very heavy to the touch.
Fengzhen does not stick to his father's identity, and often jokes with his son.
Although the father and son get together less often, their relationship is much better than that of many estranged fathers and sons in feudal families.
"Boy thanks madam."
Feng Yi, whose face was still immature, thanked Wan Xiu'er, being gentle and courteous, and acting in a proper manner.
Looking at this little boy with Yushu Zhilan in front of him, Wan Xiuer's affection for him increased a bit.
Sons are so cute and courteous, and Fengzhen as a father is naturally similar.
Ugh-
If it weren't for this world, Feng Yi should also stay by Feng Zhen's side and become the envied father and son in the eyes of others.
Wan Xiu'er saw Fengyi's face weak and weak, and her heart became softer and weaker.
Weak but not lacking in spiritual energy, it is like the beautiful jade of heaven and earth.
Who doesn't like it
Wan Xiu'er smiled and said, "Thank you for what? If it wasn't for Mr. Feng's well-arranged arrangements, the little woman might not have arrived in Maruzhou safely."
Feng Yi saw that her expression was a little tired, it should be due to the exhaustion of the boat and the car, and she was tired.
So, he asked thoughtfully, "Madam is here, can you find a place to stay?"
Wan Xiu'er thought about it and shook her head.
The place to stay has not yet been found.
Feng Yi said, "If the madam doesn't dislike it, you might as well stay in the poor house for a few days. My father is not at home all the year round, the inner courtyard is free, and the madam lives there. Mrs. has helped my father a lot. How can you neglect your benefactor when you are born as a son? The boy knows some people and can help Mrs. to find out about the houses that can be rented nearby. You are a woman, and it is always inconvenient to go outside. It is a good rental house or a long-term residence, and then move out, saving the trouble of going back and forth.”
Wan Xiu'er blinked and looked at the little boy in front of her in surprise.
People are not as tall as their chests, they speak rationally, and they do things in an orderly manner, and they can already see the future style.
"Will this be too much trouble?"
Feng Yi said, "Father is not at home, there are only a few servants and maids to take care of at home, no trouble."
Wan Xiu'er suddenly thought of Feng Zhen's entrustment and sighed in her heart.
What a pitiful child.
"So, the little woman is disturbed."
Fengyi nodded.
He took a leave of absence from the master of Jinlin Academy, skipped the afternoon riding and archery class, and led Wan Xiuer to his house.
Arriving at Feng Mansion, Wan Xiu'er had a faint toothache—
Is this taking care of the child by himself, or is the child taking care of himself
Fengyi arranged for her an independent and clean guest house, and sent the housekeeper to the Yaxing to pick out a maid and a granny who would serve her.
In addition to these, people also prepare useful household items, let the tailor spread over to measure the body shape, and make new clothes—
The messy things, but this child seems to be familiar with it, and does it very smoothly.
The more this is the case, the more distressed Wan Xiuer feels to Fengyi.
Who doesn't like obedient, sensible and intelligent children!
Wan Xiu'er even made up her mind that her father was not there, and the child was alone in the mansion's bitter drama!
"Dalang, the lady in the guest house?"
The butler asked hesitantly.
Feng Yi opened the family letter written by Feng Zhen and read it word by word.
From the earliest date, most of them are writing thoughts, stories along the way and interesting things in the army.
"Father's age—" Fengyi glanced at the housekeeper out of the corner of the eye, and said plainly, "He should take care of himself."
The butler choked.
Once again, I deeply realized who is the master of Fengfu.
"This this-"
Feng Yi said, "If a person standing in his thirties is still a prodigal, it's not good. If someone manages him, that's great!"
Butler: "..."
Suddenly, he felt that the roles of the master and son were reversed.
Feng Yi is the old father whose heart was broken by his rebellious son!
"But that's not necessarily what the master meant—" the butler said weakly.
However, Feng Yi smiled and said firmly, "Just now I tested the lady, she has a very good impression of her father, and even praised him as a 'pure, virtuous, honest gentleman' - butler, if your father doesn't mean this, he can With these eight characters?"
Precisely because it's interesting, it's just pretending!
The housekeeper just thought about it, nodding and sighing.
This is probably the rumored "Knowing Son Moruofu"
After thinking for a while, the butler didn't realize what was wrong with what he said.
If Feng Zhen knew that his son understood him so well, he would be very happy.
After sending Wan Xiuer's motorcade away, he packed up his excess mind and focused his energy on the battle situation.
Two days have passed, and Huang Song and Jiang Pengji have also dealt with the division of the prisoners.
On Jiang Pengji's side were Feng Jin and Wei Ci, and on Huang Song's side were Cheng Jing and Nie Xun.
Because of Huang Song's approval and suggestion, neither of them were too strong on this issue.
This is a situation that both parties can be satisfied with, but some people are not happy.
Yuan Xin heard that his lord, Huang Song, had given up a lot of money, and he didn't argue with reason when distributing the prisoners and baggage, and he was immediately dissatisfied. He wasn't dissatisfied with Huang Song's modesty, but he just suspected that someone was leaning towards Jiang Pengji and turned one elbow out.
Who is this person
The face of Nie Xun appeared in Yuanxin's mind.
Once this thought arises, there will be a thorn in my heart.
His sense of Nie Xun was not good at first, but now that another layer of estrangement has been added, the relationship between the two is on the same footing.
This incident alarmed Huang Song, and he came forward to reconcile it. The two released their previous suspicions openly, but they did not deal with it in private.
"Hmph - don't let the old man catch you."
Yuan Xin looked at Nie Xun and Meng Heng from a distance. When the two talked, the atmosphere was harmonious and harmonious. The thorn in his heart became more and more obvious. Nie Xun turned his back to the original letter, so he didn't feel it, but Meng Heng noticed it.
Meng Heng turned his gaze back naturally, his expression was normal, without revealing any flaws, and he bowed gratefully to Nie Xun.
"In this way, Zhuo Jing will trouble my younger brothers and sisters to take care of them."