Feng Zhen thought his joke was humorous, but his son gave him a cold stare.
"Father, be careful with your words. Changsheng is still young. What does she know?"
Feng Zhen muttered, "You speak as if you know a lot. Do you want me to take you to broaden your horizons?"
His son had already had a dream leak. There was no harm in knowing some things in advance.
If the boy had a dream leak, it meant that he would have the ability to carry on the family line.
Jokes aside, Feng Zhen knew that his son had been weak since young. If he really wanted to marry and have children, he would have to wait until he was twenty years old.
Feng Yi said, "Father …"
Feng Zhen replied, "What?"
"Fifteen minutes are up. I will take my leave first. We will discuss other matters in detail when we return to the manor."
With that, Feng Yi stood up and left, leaving Feng Zhen with a cool and indifferent back.
Feng Zhen was speechless.
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This is definitely not my own son!
Feng Yi walked back to the classroom with light steps. His expression was still calm, and one could faintly see his future glory.
He walked through the long corridor. The short pine trees planted in the academy were covered with a layer of snow. A few figures in blue and white school uniforms sat or leaned against the rockery, benches, and long tables. They held books made of bamboo slips or bamboo paper in their hands. The crisp sound of reading floated into his ears.
Every time he saw such a scene, Feng Yi's mood would jump, as if his body was light.
He pushed open the paper door of the classroom, bent over and changed into clean socks and wooden clogs. He walked to his seat and sat down.
Not long after he sat down, a figure also sneaked into the classroom.
"Why is Uncle Feng looking for you?"
Changsheng opened her textbook to cover her face. On the surface, she sat upright, but she was secretly whispering to Feng Yi.
"Father and Lady Xiu's wedding is near," Feng Yi replied.
Changsheng pouted and asked, "Is it near?"
Feng Yi said, "When they get married, Lady Xiu will be the mistress. I will call her mother."
Changsheng was about half a size younger than Feng Yi.
No matter how smart and sensible she was, there were many things that she could not understand.
"But, but she is not your mother. Is there another mother?"
Feng Yi said, "Yes, but father is more important."
Changsheng blinked, her eyes filled with confusion.
Feng Yi said, "My mother passed away many years ago, and my father isn't that old either. When I get married at a young age, don't tell me I'm going to leave my father alone at home? While he was still young, he should find someone to accompany him as soon as possible so that he wouldn't have anyone to take care of him in his later years. No matter how considerate their children are, they still have another family to take care of, and they are not as considerate as their wives. Now that Father has settled down and settled down, I can also put one of my worries to rest. "
Changsheng was confused.
He already had a mother, yet he had to find another woman to be his mother. Did he really feel good about it?
She tried to imagine.
If her father brought a strange woman to be her mother, she would definitely be very sad.
Feng Yi saw through her thoughts. "The person who will accompany me for a long time in the future will not be my father. Similarly, the person who will accompany my father will not be me."
Changsheng's face was bitter, her baby fat snow-white skin was flushed.
Feng Yi couldn't help but poke him, and a small part of his chubby face sunk in.
He said, "You'll understand when you're older."
Changsheng said in distress, "Sigh, I don't want to understand. Brother Fengyi can help me understand."
Feng Yi said, "Okay."
School ended on time. Feng Yi first sent Changsheng, Sun Lan, and Qiguan Jinghui back to their respective mansions.
Fortunately, the mansions were very close to each other, and the furthest was only a street away. He returned home before sunset.
After returning to the mansion, Feng Yi summoned the butler to discuss his father's marriage.
However …
"These days, I don't seem to see any interaction between the two of them. Why did Father suddenly …"
The butler's face twitched. He didn't know if he should tell his little Langjun about the things of the adult world.
Feng Yi saw the clues and asked, "Could it be that something happened?"
The butler said, "Two days ago, Duke Lanting bestowed a fruit wine that was newly buried the year before last. Master has been interested in that madam for a long time, so he used this to invite Madam Wan to admire the snow. His original intention was to get closer and talk about family matters. Unexpectedly … the wine was not like ordinary rice wine or sake. It was strong and spicy, and had a strong aftereffect. Master boasted that he would not get drunk even after drinking a thousand cups. He didn't control himself at all, and accidentally drank a little too much … "
For ordinary sake or rice wine, anyone with a bit of alcohol tolerance would be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
Although it was called wine, its alcohol content was only slightly higher than plain water.
Even a woman who didn't drink could drink one or two pots.
The two careless ones thought it was ordinary wine …
The moon was clear, and the snow was alluring. The two of them were tipsy, and there was only a thin paper window between them …
Taking advantage of the situation, they rolled together.
Although it was a bit unexpected, there was no such thing as integrity in times of war. The two of them were unmarried, so it was normal for them to drive together.
Wan Xiu 'er wanted to keep this a secret, but Feng Zhen took this opportunity to bring up marriage.
Wan Xiu 'er was a widowed woman with no relatives or elders by her side, so she could decide her own marriage.
Feng Zhen, on the other hand, had a son who was almost grown up. If he wanted to remarry, he had to ask for Feng Yi's opinion.
After hearing this, Feng Yi's expression darkened.
"Ridiculous!"
Entering the bedroom of the opposite sex before marriage, and doing such a thing that tarnished her reputation, her father was really stupid!
The butler was silent, as if he didn't hear Feng Yi scolding his father for being ridiculous.
Even if Feng Zhen didn't do well, Feng Yi shouldn't belittle him in this way based on the current situation.
After calming down, Feng Yi asked the butler to get Feng Zhen's private account book and the official account book.
Marry her as soon as possible, or else it would be bad if someone died.
The butler wasn't worried about this …
"Master only had a little husband after many years of marriage …"
Because Feng Zhen was born with a weak constitution, it affected Feng Yi.
Not to mention that Feng Zhen had been taking Hanshi powder for a while. Although he quit and took good care of his body for a few years, it still affected him.
Soul Imprint?
No way!
She heard that Madam Wan had some problems with her body too. The chances of these two killing someone were not high.
Feng Yi said, "You can't guarantee that you won't have it?"
A son knows his father best. Based on Feng Zhen's temper, he might do something ridiculous like sleeping in a lady's room when he finally had sex.
If he didn't do it once, a few more times might do it.
The butler was speechless.
What the little husband said made sense!
The Golden Scale Academy's annual break was about to begin. Feng Yi had a lot of time every day to prepare for his father and stepmother's marriage.
He was so busy that he didn't even have time to rest, making the two people involved seem useless.
Wan Xiu 'er wasn't as thick-skinned as Feng Zhen, so she was a little embarrassed.
Feng Zhen said, "Don't worry — let him practice now so that he can marry Feng Huaiyu's daughter in the future. I don't have to worry about him."
Wan Xiu 'er was speechless.
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