Wei Jingxian was extremely sleepy. Her eyelids were heavy as if they were filled with lead water. "Husband …"
In a daze, she found that there was a breath beside her. The alarm in her mind rang. She tried hard to open her eyes to see who that person was.
The figure turned from blurry to clear. It turned out to be her husband, Feng Jin.
"Sleep first. I'll look at Changsheng for a while."
Feng Jin raised his hand to stop her from getting up. He pinched the corner of the quilt to prevent her from catching a cold.
"Husband, did you encounter a problem? Why are you frowning? "
Wei Jingxian turned to look at her daughter who was sleeping beside her. The newborn child's face was red and wrinkled. She was not good-looking. However, the midwife who had seen her said that she was very beautiful. After a few days, her face would be white and tender. She would look beautiful.
"Just now, I promised to help Lanting …"
Feng Jin could not help but bend his fingers to touch the child's face. The soft touch made his heart palpitate. He was even more determined in his heart.
Wei Jingxian did not understand. Was it not normal for friends to help each other?
However, her husband's expression clearly told her that this "help" might have another meaning.
"The earth is turning upside down, the country is unstable … The government has the intention to move the capital to another place, abandoning the people …"
Wei Jingxian frowned. When she heard the second half of the sentence, she could not help but tighten her grip under the quilt.
Although she was a woman in the inner courtyard, she was born in an aristocratic family. Feng Jin often talked with her, so her knowledge was not comparable to that of ordinary women.
"Move the capital?" She opened her eyes wide, and her sleepiness was gone. "If so, do you have any plans?"
"You have just given birth and Changsheng is still young. Both of you can't stand the turbulence. Naturally, it is better to be safe. Don't worry, I will arrange everything. Jingxian only needs to take care of her body slowly. Only when you and your daughter are healthy will my plan be worthwhile. "
Wei Jingxian stretched her right hand out of the quilt and held his hand on his knee.
Feng Jin held it back and said gently, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
At this time, Changsheng, who was still sleeping soundly, moved her little fist on the side of her head. Feng Jin saw this and the smile on his face became brighter.
"Yes, father forgot to count you in."
He poked the little guy's clenched fist with his finger. The little guy frowned in disdain.
"Don't disturb her. If she wakes up and cries, you'll have to serve her."
Wei Jingxian glared at him angrily. Even the corners of her eyes carried a mature charm.
Feng Jin felt a little more relaxed. Even the booklet in his sleeve did not burn his hand.
He knew that once this memorial reached the heavens, he, Feng Huaiyu, would be tied to Liu Xi for the rest of his life.
"The young lady of the Feng Clan has always been strong-willed."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but poke his daughter's clenched fist.
Miss … sigh …
Looking at her daughter's sleeping face, Wei Jingxian suddenly understood what her mother had said before she got married.
To raise a son for a hundred years is to worry for ninety-nine.
This world was becoming harsher and harsher for women. It was hard to survive. Who knew what would happen in another ten years.
"What is Jingxian thinking about?"
Wei Jingxian recalled, "I'm thinking about what happened before I got married …"
"Why don't you tell me?"
"It's not very interesting." Wei Jingxian said, "When I was young, I could ride a horse on the street. But when I grew older, I had to stay in the boudoir. I had to practice calligraphy every day and had less time to play outside. A while ago, I received a letter from a friend in the boudoir. I heard her complain … I couldn't help but worry. Would Changsheng not be able to leave the house in another ten years? She would even be criticized when she goes out … "
Feng Jin's attention was attracted by her words. He temporarily put aside the matter of the booklet.
"What do you mean?"
Wei Jingxian said, "The Empress of Zhongzhao is brilliant in literature and has a great ambition to enlighten all the women in the world. These years of painstaking study, she has written four books in succession, namely, Women's Commandments, Women's Internal Instructions, Women's Analects, and Women's Exemplary Records. These four books are highly regarded by the Confucian scholars of Zhongzhao and a large number of students. They are also known as the Four Self-accomplishment Classics for Women. They are popular in Zhongzhao and sought after by the noble ladies of the gentry. Now, even the noble ladies of Hejian County have a copy … "
These books were obviously read by women. Feng Jin naturally wouldn't touch them.
He said suspiciously, "They are written by the virtuous empress and are highly regarded by the Confucian scholars. I think they are good reading materials. Why is Jingxian a little unhappy?"
It was hard to say about other things, but that 'Women's Analects' dared to use the two words' Analects' in it. It should be very solid. In the future, I will buy a few books for Changsheng to read as enlightenment reading materials … Feng Jin thought to himself. Then, he realized that Jingxian was looking at him strangely.
"Have you read these four books?"
Wei Jingxian looked at her daughter and then at her husband. This was not a joke.
"I've never heard of them."
Why would he read women's boudoir books? He wasn't a pervert.
"Then it's better for you to take some time to read them." Wei Jingxian thought of Shangguan Wan's tearful complaints to her and her heart ached. She was the favored daughter of the Shangguan family, but now she was being treated like this. She couldn't help but sigh.
Feng Jin's heart tightened. He had a vague sense of foreboding, but he still remembered what she said.
The couple talked for a while in the tent until Wei Jingxian was exhausted and fell asleep. Only then did he lift the curtain of the tent and leave.
He carefully closed the curtains to prevent the cold wind from blowing in.
Feng Jue shouted, "Second Brother … Do you have an idea about what happened previously?"
Feng Jin's eyes flashed and he said, "I've made up my mind. What about you?"
Although Feng Jue was a sixteen-year-old boy, he was only a high school student in the era of the live streaming room. But in this era, he was already a man who could bear the rise and fall of a family. As his elder brother, Feng Jin had no right to interfere with his choice and ambition.
The two brothers might not be on the same path anymore.
"I'm all alone now. I have no family to tie me down, so I want to go out and fight and see the world."
After saying that, Feng Jue looked away unnaturally, not daring to meet his elder brother's eyes.
Feng Jin said, "You want to look for Huang Song."
This was not a question, but a statement.
"Yes." Feng Jue nodded.
"A gentleman hides his weapon and waits for the right time … That's all I have to say."
Feng Jin was worried about Huang Song, but his younger brother was stubborn and he could not control him.
"Then … what about you?" Feng Jue secretly heaved a sigh of relief and turned to Feng Jin.
"Your sister-in-law and niece should not be tired from the long journey. They will stay in Shangjing for the time being and observe the situation," Feng Jin said in a low voice. "… Lanting has the ambition to save the world and the people. He can't bear to see the people destitute and homeless. He plans to petition for the welfare of the people who died in the earthquake."
After hearing this, Feng Jue did not come back to his senses for a long time.
Did his elder brother mean … that he planned to stay and help Liu Xi?
Didn't his elder brother say that Liu Xi did not have that ambition?
He wanted to ask more, but when he saw his elder brother's pale and tired face, Feng Jue swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.
As they were talking, the main character, Jiang Pengji, arrived.
"Have you finished writing the memorial?"
"Yes. Take a look at what's wrong." Feng Jin took out the memorial from his sleeve and handed it to her.
Jiang Pengji took it and looked at it carefully. She said, "Huaiyu, I naturally trust your literary talent."
When she finished reading, she raised her head and looked at Feng Jin. He was also staring at her silently.
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