"Madam, bad news. Master suddenly said that he wants to punish her …"
When the old housekeeper hurried over to ask Wan Xiu 'er for help, Wan Xiu' er was in the middle of her skin treatment.
"Punish her?"
Hearing this, Wan Xiu 'er frowned slightly.
Was there such a thing in the house?
No, the point was why and who was being punished!
Wan Xiu 'er hurriedly got up from the mat and followed the housekeeper to "save her" without makeup.
"Why did Master suddenly want to punish her? Who did something wrong? What did he do wrong? "Although she asked, she was smart and had a rough guess in her heart. There were only three proper masters in Feng Zhen's residence. Feng Zhen wouldn't ask for the family law to punish him, so the only one left was Feng Yi … However, Feng Yi had always been a well-behaved child, so how could she have angered Feng Zhen to the point of asking for the family law?
The old housekeeper had served Feng Zhen for many years. As a servant, he wouldn't interfere with Feng Zhen's education without permission. The fact that he came to her in such a hurry showed that this matter was unusual. Wan Xiu 'er frowned and walked like the wind. She couldn't care less about her appearance.
The old housekeeper said with a pale face, "I don't know what happened either. I only know that Eldest Langjun said something to Master. Master suddenly flew into a rage. Not only did he want to punish Eldest Langjun, but he also said that he would personally whip Eldest Langjun to prevent him from causing trouble again …"
Wan Xiu 'er was shocked.
"Cause a great calamity? This crime could have been committed on anyone, but he had watched Rong Li grow up. As his father, how could he not know Rong Li's temperament? He didn't ask for the reason and said such harsh words without distinguishing between right and wrong. Is Zizhi crazy? "
Wan Xiu 'er's words were reasonable and resonated with the old housekeeper.
Indeed, Eldest Langjun was a good seedling that everyone had watched grow up. These days, he had been studying hard, going to school, and working hard. He did not have the slightest air of a playboy. He had also kept himself clean and never fooled around with those wastrels.
His peers were already in the brothels of Nü Lü, but Eldest Langjun didn't even have a maid to serve him.
If he didn't whore, gamble, or drink, where else could he find such a worry-free son of an official?
The old housekeeper was also puzzled. He subconsciously ignored his wife's unceremonious scolding of 'Zi Feng is crazy'.
In his heart, Feng Zhen deserved to be scolded.
When Wan Xiu 'er brought her people over, she heard Feng Zhen's angry curses from afar.
"Unfilial son, are you trying to anger your father to death? Look at what you've done. How dare you do something that will bring disaster to your entire family? " Feng Zhen heard the commotion and thought that the old housekeeper had called for the family discipline. "Hand it over. See if I don't break this unfilial son's legs."
Wan Xiu 'er stepped forward and said, "What do you mean by breaking my legs? Let me see who dares to make a move! "
Feng Zhen, who was standing, and Feng Yi, who was kneeling with his head lowered, looked at her in unison. The latter's gaze was calm, while the former's anger had yet to subside.
"This has nothing to do with you." Feng Zhen was so angry that his blood was racing. His whole body was covered in hot sweat, and his words were a little harsh. "Go back first!"
"You hit my son. What do you mean by 'this has nothing to do with me'?" Wan Xiu 'er stood in front of Feng Yi, her aura no less imposing than Feng Zhen's. She retorted, "If you want to use the family discipline to discipline your child, I won't object. But breaking his legs and whipping him to death is a little too much. He's your son. Is he not my son? Before you hit him, shouldn't you give me an explanation? "
Feng Zhen's eyes widened in shock. He was secretly angry at the old housekeeper for being a busybody and dragging Wan Xiu 'er into this.
However, the trouble Feng Yi had caused couldn't be made public. He could only dismiss all the servants, point at Feng Yi, and say, "Unfilial son, tell me what you've done wrong. Let your mother be the judge and ask for the family discipline to break your legs. Tell me if I've gone too far or if you deserve it! "
With that, Feng Zhen suppressed his anger and said to Wan Xiu 'er, "It's not that I'm cruel. It's just that this unfilial son has nearly destroyed our family. If we don't teach him a lesson now, how can we protect him in the future? "
Wan Xiu 'er suddenly realized that she had misunderstood something.
She turned her gaze to Feng Yi and said gently, "Rong Li, tell me what happened."
Feng Yi obediently and briefly told him that she was going to give Jiang Qizhi a gift. Ji's secret letter.
Wan Xiu 'er asked, "Just a secret letter?"
Feng Yi braced herself and said, "The content of the secret letter involves a lot of things …"
Feng Zhen furiously added insult to injury. "It's more than just a little involved. Could it be that you don't know how many people will view you as a thorn in their side once the things you've done are spread out? Who gave you the courage to get involved in something as big as taxes? At first, I thought that you were steady and mature. I didn't expect that … it would be better for you to be a profligate young master. If you raise a cripple, then so be it. At least you won't cause such a huge disaster! "
Wan Xiu 'er was confused at first, but when she heard the word "tax" come out of Feng Zhen's mouth, she began to understand.
"How big are the implications?"
Feng Zhen laughed coldly. "Any aristocratic family or poor family with some wealth would probably dream of burning this brat to ashes."
Wan Xiu 'er's heart went cold. She asked in a low voice, "Can the secret letter be recovered?"
Feng Zhen sighed with a weary expression. The frivolity between his brows had disappeared long ago, leaving behind only deep worry. While he was angry, he was also worried about his brat. However, there was nothing he could do. "We can't recover it. It's too late. I'm afraid that the secret letter has already reached the master's hands."
Feng Zhen was angry that his son had caused trouble, but he was even more worried that Feng Yi would be captured by his master to be sacrificed to the heavens.
Even if the master didn't sacrifice this brat to the heavens, the "victims" who had their cake touched by the master would secretly seek revenge.
Feng Yi said, "Father —"
Feng Zhen said angrily, "Stop shouting. I don't have an unfilial son like you! Now you remember that I'm your old man? "
Why didn't he think more when he caused trouble?
Such a troublesome son should be beaten to death. If he and his wife worked hard, they might even be able to create a new account.
Feng Yi had been a little nervous at first, but when she saw Feng Zhen's attitude, she calmed down.
"Father, your son thinks that things might not be as serious as you think."
Feng Zhen laughed coldly. "I've eaten more salt than you've walked. You want to show off your intelligence in front of your father? You're still too young."
Feng Yi said, "Your son just feels that the master is different from the previous wise and virtuous rulers …"
"Even if you flatter her now, she won't hear it, and she won't let you off. The master is indeed different, but she is also … "
At this point, Feng Zhen felt a headache coming on and raised his hand to rub his forehead.
Sentimental and nostalgic feudal vassals couldn't go far. His master maintained a frightening level of rationality 24 hours a day.
If the heaven-sacrificing ceremony could achieve the greatest benefits, she wouldn't be merciful.
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