After Wuma Jun found an excuse to send Princess An Yina away, Feng Jin suddenly sighed and spoke to Jiang Pengji.
"You shouldn't have come to Shangjing."
The hustle and bustle downstairs gradually quietened down with Fang Pangzi's departure. The quiet and elegant atmosphere was restored.
As soon as she entered the house, Jiang Pengji unceremoniously changed a new tea set for herself. She brewed a cup of tea and sipped it warmly. "My father is far away in Chongzhou and has no time to attend my sister's wedding. I'm the only male in the family. If I don't come, who will? "
Feng Jin said, "If that's the case, leave when you can after your sister's wedding."
Jiang Pengji could not help but laugh. She said, "You and I are considered old friends. Who would chase someone away the moment they meet like you?"
Feng Jin glanced at Jiang Pengji angrily, as if to say, "If you don't listen to good people, you'll suffer."
He laughed helplessly. "Alright, alright, I won't chase you away. Is that okay?"
The two talked about the recent years, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
Feng Jue, Huang Song, and Xu Ke listened quietly. Occasionally, they revealed thoughtful expressions.
Feng Jue was the most puzzled. He knew his elder brother's temperament very well.
He seemed gentle and graceful, as if he could talk to anyone. In reality, Feng Jin was the coldest, alienated, and difficult to get close to.
On the other hand, Jiang Pengji did not feel like a gentleman like the rumors said. Instead, she seemed to be rebellious.
The two of them became good friends. It was a little out of place.
"Since the capital region is already so chaotic, why did you bring the whole family here?"
His wife was about to give birth. Feng Jin was really ambitious.
The topic went around in circles and returned to the situation in Shangjing. Jiang Pengji thought of Wei Jingxian's pregnancy. Now that chaos was coming, why did Feng Jin come to Shangjing instead of taking his wife to have a good pregnancy in his hometown? If anything happened, he would not be able to get away even if he wanted to.
Feng Jin smiled bitterly. He spread his hands and said, "This is not something I can decide."
Jiang Pengji was puzzled at first, but when she saw Feng Jin's expression, she vaguely understood something. Her starry eyes widened slightly.
She asked, "The situation has reached such a stage?"
"What else?" Feng Jin raised his eyebrows and asked.
To put it bluntly, Feng Jin represented the Feng family as a hostage and lived in Shangjing to appease the emperor.
The influence of the relatives of the emperor and the power of the eunuchs were the two biting dogs prepared by the emperor to deal with the aristocratic families.
In the past few years, the emperor had become more and more muddle-headed, allowing the marriage between the Northern Borderline and Dongqing to go smoothly. This move made many aristocratic families sense a great change in the atmosphere. In order to protect their families, some people chose to continue to rise and fall in the officialdom, while others pretended to be defeated and slowly retired.
Feng Ren's resignation was naturally the latter.
However, the Emperor did not trust the Feng family at all.
Perhaps it was because of this reason that Feng Jin and his wife temporarily lived in Shangjing after the wedding and rarely went out.
The situation in the capital region was getting more and more tense, and his wife's belly was getting bigger by the day. This put a lot of pressure on him.
The two of them did not discuss this topic in detail. After all, Huang Song was still here, and some topics had to be avoided.
After staying for a long time, Huang Song vaguely knew that he was not welcome, so he simply found an excuse to leave the teahouse. Feng Jue stood up to send him off.
Feng Jue said in a low voice, "Second brother has been under a lot of pressure these days. Don't take it to heart, Bogao."
Although Huang Song was the son of a eunuch and his godfather was the powerful Secretary Huang, Secretary Huang was rather special among the eunuchs. He was also deeply liked by the Emperor and did things like selling official positions and titles, but he also secretly extended olive branches to the aristocratic families.
Yes, Huang Song's godfather, to put it bluntly, was on the fence. He was on good terms with both sides and did not offend either.
If not for this, Feng Jue would not be friends with Huang Song.
Huang Song shook his head, but his eyes kept glancing at the private room. He said in a low voice, "A few days ago, grandfather helped Song get a job. It's related to the guards in the capital region … If Second Brother Feng encounters any difficulties in Shangjing, feel free to look for me. I'll try my best to help if I can."
Feng Jue nodded secretly and accepted this favor.
"I will talk to Second Brother about this. I thank you on behalf of Second Brother, Bogao, for your kindness."
After sending Huang Song away, Feng Jin was slightly relieved and spoke freely. "Lanting really shouldn't have come to Shangjing now. Even if he had to find a lame excuse, he should have rejected it. Didn't Lanting notice that the Emperor has been finding excuses to summon scholars from various clans to gather in Shangjing? Even the officials of the aristocratic families who are working outside have been summoned … I'm really terrified … "
Whether it was Jiang Pengji, Feng Jin, or Feng Jue, the aristocratic sons in Shangjing were all hostages.
Although the Emperor had not revealed his true intentions, this move was enough to make people panic.
"He's already here. Can he escape in the middle of the night?" Jiang Pengji rolled her eyes and snorted. "Before coming to Shangjing, more than one person said the same thing to me, but I still came. I'd like to see what he's up to. "
Feng Jin had a headache. He silently mouthed, "The imperial guards are acting strangely. I'm afraid someone is trying to usurp the throne!"
Jiang Pengji's eyes turned cold. She instantly understood.
The imperial guards were under the control of General Fang. General Fang was a relative who was promoted by the Emperor. He was the Emperor's confidant. If the imperial guards were to act strangely, it could be that the Emperor wanted to attack the aristocratic families and force them to hand over their power.
However, Feng Jin added, "I'm afraid someone is trying to usurp the throne." Then the imperial guards' actions were somewhat thought-provoking.
Usurp the throne?
The princes were fighting fiercely for the throne. Prince Changshou, who had become famous, was eyeing the throne covetously.
It was really hard to say who the usurper was.
"In the end, this is just a show where the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind." Feng Jin had lived in Shangjing for a period of time. He had a clear understanding of the current situation. "However, who is the mantis, the cicada, and the oriole, it all depends on one's ability. Lanting, listen to my advice. Be obedient these days. Put your own safety first. When this period is over, the situation should be clear. "
Xu Ke heard Feng Jin's sincere and earnest advice. He could not help but look at him with a complicated expression.
He had a feeling that this was not a good sign.
Would he be slapped in the face by this flag?
"I know."
Jiang Pengji agreed verbally, but only she knew what she was thinking in her heart.
After all, the teahouse was Prince Changshou's territory. Even if Jiang Pengji could guarantee that the conversation would be discreet, she did not want to talk about such an important topic in someone else's territory. Feng Jin understood. The two of them tacitly stopped the topic.
At that moment, Feng Jue returned to the private room.
Feng Jin pursed his thin lips into a straight line when he saw his troublesome younger brother. He looked very displeased.
Feng Jue was completely oblivious to it. He laughed and sat down.
"You have to act according to your ability to save others. If you don't have the ability, you will bring trouble to others. Is this what the master at home taught you? Father doesn't like you to hang out with those people from all walks of life, but you don't. That Huang Song's heart is not pure. You call him brother, and today you almost caused trouble. " Feng Jin frowned unhappily. He lectured in a flat tone, "If Lanting was not present and helped you out, tell me, how do you want to end this?"
Feng Jue was not afraid of Feng Jin at all. He replied with a smile, "I feel that Bogao has a genuine temperament and is worth befriending."
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