She was sure that the person wearing a golden mask in the car was the man she saw in the mountains when she first came to this world. She could not forget the handsome face with a strange purple lotus, and she could not understand why the man had to wear a mask.

"Is that person the Ninth Prince?" Feng Yuheng asked Yao.

"Aheng is the person sitting in the car?" Yao also looked at him, "Since he is welcoming the ninth prince back to Beijing, then that must be it."

Madam Sun had already knelt on the ground with the people and kept kowtowing to the cart.

Feng Yuheng felt thoughts in his heart, and he stood in the carriage and looked at it. He always felt that the people inside seemed to look at her while the curtains of the car were moving, but they did not stop.

Maybe she couldn't remember it. She retracted herself and sat down. Since she was the ninth prince, she was the first-class nobleman of this feudal dynasty. How could she still remember a mountain child?

But... why did his team obviously win a battle but not be happy?

The ninth prince... Feng Yuheng was stunned again and asked, "Madam Sun, why did you say that the Feng family brought us back?"

Madam Sun got up from the ground and smiled, "Miss, it's for your marriage to the ninth prince!"

Yao also showed a rare and joyful smile, "Aheng, the hard days are almost over. Now the ninth prince has military merits, and even in front of other princes, he will be one head taller. My Aheng is blessed."

Feng Yuheng never believed in the saying of whether he was lucky or not, so he urged Yao and Madam Sun to get in the car, and then carried Feng Zirui into the car with his own hands. When the army entered the city, he followed closely behind and also entered.

Some things were questioning in her mind, and some things were gradually emerging, but there was no time to think about them.

The group drove the carriage to Feng Mansion, but they didn't know that the eyes under the golden mask had already seen the little girl standing on the carriage as the curtains were tilted. She was still thin and even more embarrassed than when she was in the mountains. She thought that she had suffered a lot along the way from the extreme west to the capital.

"Go and check."

With just one sentence, Bai Ze, who was standing aside with the attendant, immediately understood and bowed and replied, "I understand."

...

Finally standing in front of Feng Mansion gate, Feng Yuheng looked at the four big words "Left Xiang Feng Mansion" written on the plaque in front of him, and a sarcastic laughter broke out in his heart.

The dignified prime minister was able to do something that would ignore the mountain village in order to protect himself, and to abandon his children. She really wanted to know what expression the father would look like when he faced them again.

Madam Sun breathed a sigh of relief, muttering "I'm finally back", while pulling a few people to knock on the door.

The doorman opened the door and saw that it was Madam Sun, so he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he slammed the door and closed it again.

"Hey!" Madam Sun was turned away, and she was angry and didn't know where to go. She had to turn around and comfort the other three: "Madam, don't be anxious, it must be the servant who has informed me."

Feng Zirui grabbed Feng Yuheng's hand and refused to let go. This strange and familiar place made him yearn for and fear.

Everyone was waiting at the door for a long time. Feng Zirui's words "Does my father not want to see us?" had asked three times. Just as he was about to ask for the fourth time, the door finally opened again.

The decently dressed butler He Zhong came to greet him, following two servants, with a puzzled, stiff and awkward smile on his face. He was about to speak, but Feng Yuheng snatched it first - "It's really hard to get into the gate of Feng Mansion."

He Zhong was also accustomed to the scene. He quickly answered it: "Miss Second, he is so polite. The servant guarding the gate does not understand the rules. He also asked the second, to go to the main hall with the old slave first. The master, the old lady and all the masters are waiting in the main hall. If it is delayed, it will be bad. Looking back, the ignorant servant will be dealt with by the second lady." He picked himself up in a few words.

Feng Yuheng had no intention of having too much trouble with a housekeeper. The Feng Mansion had entered, and she wanted to see what kind of demon and ghost it was in.

He Zhong led the man to the main hall, walked around the screen wall, passed through two corridors, passed through a golden carp pond, and saw all kinds of flowers and plants, and heard the singing of birds.

There were not a hundred or eighty servants who met along the way, and everyone was confused and timid. There was a sentence that floated into Feng Yuheng's ears along the sound of the wind: "The second lady is back home, what should I do if the eldest lady's marriage?"

I had such doubts long ago. The Ninth Prince won the battle. The Feng Mansion remembered that there was such a marriage, so he sent someone to take her back to the capital. But why did he send someone to rob her and her mother and daughter halfway? Now, it is probably because he saw that the Ninth Prince was getting more and more powerful. If Feng Yuheng died, the one who could reach the foot was definitely Feng Chenyu.

Feng Chenyu... She searched for the original owner's memory. The girl who was two years older than her did indeed have the appearance of Chenyu. Now Feng Chenyu's biological mother, Shen, turned over as the throne of the mistress of the family as a concubine, and Feng Chenyu naturally became the true daughter of the Feng family.

Bypassing a sea of ​​peony flowers, I finally arrived at the main hall set up in the Peony Courtyard of Feng Mansion.

A decently dressed maid put on a curtain in advance and waited, but the smile on her face was piled up no matter how hard she looked.

Yao just lowered her head all the way, and her timid appearance made Feng Zirui also scared. Feng Yuheng's face was expressionless, and she also felt novel about the increasingly noble scenery of Feng Mansion in recent years. However, after years of hard work in military career, she had already learned to selectively collect her emotions in her heart.

Except for Madam Sun who stood outside the door because of her identity, everyone entered the main hall and saw a graceful and luxurious old woman sitting down. She said she was an old woman, but she was actually less than 60 years old and her hair was not completely white. But in order to show her status in the Feng family, she has been holding an elder's airs for years, and her head and face also emphasizes wealth and calmness. She even put on a rosewood cane in her hand early, and a large piece of gold and jade as the head of the cane. She didn't think it looked so beautiful, which made her look even more old-fashioned.

Sitting next to the old lady was a middle-aged man, about forty years old, with a stereotypical and serious expression, tall body, wearing a brown robe, with silver thread embroidered with Tengyun auspicious patterns on his collar, cuffs and waist seals. A seal hanging seal and pendant was hanging around his waist, and his ambition was revealed.

Feng Yuheng knew that it was his father Feng Jinyuan. He vaguely searched from the original owner's memory and had been hugged by his father when he was a child, rubbing his cheek with half-length Hu Zha, but that memory could not overlap with the cold face in front of him.

Sitting next to Feng Jinyuan was a fat bear.

Well, Xiong. She didn't know what other words could be used to make it easier for the woman Shen.

At the age of 40, she was already fat and round. Her neck replaced her chin. Her belly was taller than her chest, her waist was not even at all, and her palms were thicker than her bear's paw. She loved to wear tight clothes, and her brocade materials were wrapped around her. She was panting a little louder as if she could hear the sound of "Zilazila".

This Shen family was born in a merchant family. Even if she married the prime minister of the dynasty, she could not remove her innate wealth. She liked to show off her most, for fear that others would not know that she was rich, and she would touch her body, with gold, silver, jade and gems on her head so that she could hardly see her hair, her wrists were hidden in her sleeves, but there were rings on each of the fingers.

Standing beside Shen was the eldest daughter of the Feng family, who is also the current legitimate daughter, the fourteen-year-old Feng Chenyu.

This Fengchenyu is indeed worthy of the name Shen gave her. His hands are like soft bells, his eyebrows are like green feathers, his smile is as graceful as green feathers, and his beautiful eyes are full of beautiful eyes. A water-blue long fall dress shows his delicate figure to the fullest. A mutton fat jade bracelet rings on his wrist, making his skin look white and tender. When he looks at the Yao and the other two, he has sadness and sympathy. Such eyes make people feel loving and loving when they see them. Everyone knows that the eldest lady Fengchenyu is a fairy-like person who treats the people in the house with courtesy, so how can he bear to see this scene of his relatives returning in a mess?

Feng Jinyuan felt sorry for his daughter: "Shenyu might as well go back to the house to rest first, you don't need to greet him here."

Feng Chenyu shook his head, "Chenyu hasn't seen Aunt Yao for many years, Sister Heng and Zi Rui's younger brother, so my father let Chenyu stay here for a while."

Feng Jinyuan said nothing more. Feng Yuheng followed Yao, pulled Feng Zirui and walked a few steps, then knelt down.

Yao was the first to speak, "I am Yao, I'll greet my mother."

Feng Yuheng took Feng Zirui and said in unison: "Say goodbye to my grandmother." However, no one mentioned Shen.

The main hall was silent, and only Shen hummed unwillingly.

Looking at Yao again, she still looked down on her eyebrows and looked down on her eyes.
Chapter completed!