"This Mr. Feng … has a loving father's heart."
Wan Xiu 'er thought of Feng Zhen's request and her heart softened.
She was disgusted by her dead husband, but she loved children.
If her aborted child could have been born, would it be enlightened by now?
Unfortunately, fate was too thin.
Other than her, there were also female soldiers in the carriage who took care of her and ensured her safety.
The female soldiers had never interacted with Feng Zhen, so they didn't know his nature.
However, people liked to imagine things. If they liked someone, they couldn't help but label them as good.
Military Advisor Feng was so wise, he must be a loving father!
Feng Yi, who didn't know the truth, could only say …
Hehe.
A month later, Feng Yi received a box that her father had "mailed" from thousands of miles away.
There was nothing else in the box except for all kinds of delicate things. It was Feng Zhen's letters to Feng Yi.
No more, no less. There were 24 letters in total, and each letter had four to five pages. They felt very heavy to the touch.
Feng Zhen didn't care about being a father and often joked with his son.
Although the father and son were separated more often than not, their relationship was much better than that of other fathers and sons in feudal families.
"Thank you, Madam."
Feng Yi, who still looked young, thanked Wan Xiu 'er. He was gentle, polite, and well-mannered.
As Wan Xiu 'er looked at the handsome young man in front of her, she had a better impression of him.
Her son was so cute and polite. As a father, Feng Zhen was no different.
Sigh …
If it weren't for this world, Feng Yi would have stayed by Feng Zhen's side and become the father and son that others envied.
Wan Xiu 'er saw that Feng Yi's face was weak and seemed to be born with a congenital defect. Her heart softened.
Weak but full of spiritual energy, like a beautiful jade with a spirit of heaven and earth.
Who wouldn't like it?
Wan Xiu 'er smiled. "What are you thanking me for? If not for Mr. Feng's arrangements, I might not have reached Wanzhou safely. "
Feng Yi saw that she looked tired. She must have been tired from the long journey.
Thus, he asked thoughtfully, "Madam, have you found a place to stay since you came here?"
Wan Xiu 'er thought about it and shook her head.
She hadn't found a place to stay.
Feng Yi said, "If you don't mind, you can stay here for a few days. His father was often not at home, so the inner courtyard was empty. It was not a problem for his wife to live there. It was already late, so it would not be appropriate to look for a guesthouse to stay for the night. Madam has helped my father greatly. As a son, how can I neglect my benefactor? This lad knows some people and can help Madam inquire about the nearby houses that can be rented. You're a woman, it's always inconvenient for you to be outside. Why don't you stay in my humble abode for the time being and wait for me to find a house to rent or a place to live for a long time before moving out? It will save me the trouble of going back and forth. "
Wan Xiu 'er blinked and looked at the young boy in front of her in surprise.
His height wasn't even as high as his chest. His words were reasonable, and he did things in an orderly manner. He could already see his future demeanor.
"Isn't this too troublesome?"
Feng Yi said, "Father isn't at home, and there are only a few servants and maids to take care of him. It won't be troublesome."
Wan Xiu 'er suddenly remembered Feng Zhen's request and sighed in her heart.
What a pitiful child.
"If that's the case, I'll have to trouble you."
Feng Yi nodded.
He asked for leave from the master of the Golden Scale Academy, skipped the riding and archery class in the afternoon, and brought Wan Xiu 'er to his home.
When they arrived at the Feng Manor, Wan Xiu 'er felt a headache coming on.
Was she taking care of this child, or was this child taking care of her?
Feng Yi arranged a separate and clean guesthouse for her, and sent the housekeeper to a broker to pick out maids to serve her, as well as servants to do rough work.
Apart from these, she also ordered people to prepare daily necessities, and had the tailor come over to take measurements and make new clothes.
It was a mess, but this child seemed to be very familiar with it and did it with ease.
The more this was so, the more Wan Xiu 'er's heart ached for Feng Yi.
Who wouldn't like an obedient, sensible, and intelligent child?
Wan Xiu 'er even imagined a tragic scene where her father wasn't around and the child had to shoulder the burden of the manor alone.
"Dalang, the madam in the guesthouse?"
The housekeeper asked hesitantly.
Feng Yi opened Feng Zhen's letter and read it word by word.
Starting from the earliest date, most of the letters were about longing, experiences along the way, and interesting events in the army.
"At Father's age," Feng Yi glanced at the housekeeper out of the corner of his eye, and said calmly, "it's time for him to settle down."
The housekeeper choked.
Once again, he deeply realized who the master of the Feng Manor was.
"This, this …"
Feng Yi said, "It's not right for a man at thirty to still indulge in debauchery. It would be great if someone could control him! "
The housekeeper was speechless.
Suddenly, he felt that the roles of the father and son in the family had been reversed.
Feng Yi was the old father who was heartbroken by his rebellious son!
"But Master might not have this intention …" the housekeeper said weakly.
Feng Yi smiled and said with certainty, "Just now, I tested the madam. She had a very good impression of my father. She even praised him as a 'pure and upright gentleman'. Steward, if my father didn't have such an intention, do you think he would be associated with these eight words?"
It was because he had an interest that he pretended to be!
The housekeeper finally understood and nodded with emotion.
This was probably the rumored "no one knows a son better than his father"?
After thinking for a while, the housekeeper still didn't realize what was wrong with his words.
If Feng Zhen knew that his son understood him so well, he would definitely be extremely gratified.
After sending off Wan Xiu 'er's convoy, he gathered his thoughts and focused his energy on the battle.
Two days had passed. Huang Song and Jiang Pengji had also dealt with the division of the captives.
Feng Jin and Wei Ci were in charge of negotiations on Jiang Pengji's side, while Cheng Jing and Nie Xun were in charge of Huang Song's side.
Because of Huang Song's approval and hints, the two of them didn't take a strong stance on this issue.
This was a situation that both sides would be satisfied with, but someone was unhappy.
When Yuan Xin heard that his lord Huang Song had given up most of the money and didn't argue when it came to the distribution of the captives, military supplies, and property, he was suddenly dissatisfied. It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with Huang Song's modesty, but he suspected that someone was biased towards Jiang Pengji and was helping an outsider.
Who was this person?
Nie Xun's face appeared in Yuan Xin's mind.
Once this thought came to mind, there was an additional thorn in his heart.
He didn't have a good impression of Nie Xun. Now that there was another barrier, their relationship was like fire and water.
This matter alarmed Huang Song. He came forward to mediate. The two of them seemed to have forgotten their differences on the surface, but in private, they were even more hostile.
"Hmph … Don't let me get hold of your weakness."
Yuan Xin looked at Nie Xun and Meng Heng from afar. When the two of them spoke, the atmosphere was harmonious and harmonious. The thorn in his heart became more and more obvious. He snorted coldly and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. Nie Xun's back was facing Yuan Xin, so he didn't feel it, but Meng Heng noticed it.
Meng Heng naturally shifted his gaze away. His expression was normal and he didn't reveal any flaws. He even bowed gratefully to Nie Xun.
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