Finally, after the needle was pricked, Shenyu's sweat had already wet the whole bed, and the old lady, Feng Jinyuan and the girl were also tired to death.

Feng Yuheng asked Huang Quan to put away the silver needle and wiped his hands. At the same time, he said quietly: "This is really a strange disease. If Ah Heng gets the needle a little later, I'm afraid that the eldest sister will never wake up in this life."

The old lady was scared and couldn't help but stare at Feng Jinyuan: "Thanks to call Ah Heng over, and you can't even regret it if you delay Shenyu."

Feng Jinyuan thought this matter was very strange, especially the angry look when Chen Yu opened his eyes, which was like a poisonous scorpion and wanted to hibernate Feng Yuheng to death. How could he look like a person who had just woken up in a coma?

He seemed to understand something. Looking at Chenyu's hands that were pierced with holes, he shivered. Could it be that Chenyu pretended to be sick, and he and the old lady were both caught in Feng Yuheng's words, causing pain to his daughter?

Feng Yuheng looked at Feng Jinyuan's gaze gradually became clear. Knowing that he had thought about the truth, he couldn't help but lift the corners of his lips.

This Feng family is getting more and more interesting!

"Feng Yuheng!" Feng Jinyuan looked at this daughter with gritted teeth, and could not strangle her to death with his own hands. "You are so cruel!"

This is said in a low voice, and it is squeezed out from the gaps of teeth.

Feng Yuheng looked at him with a pair of lively eyes, suddenly she showed a charming and poisonous smile as poppy, and said, "So what?"

Yes! So what?

Even if Feng Jinyuan guessed that Shenyu was pretending to be sick, could he say it out loud? Do Shenyu dare to admit it?

The father and daughter couldn't do anything except admitting their mistakes. The sinking fish was in vain forty-nine needles. On the surface, they had to be grateful to the person who was given the needle, which made them vomit even if they thought about it.

"Okay." The old lady wiped her face under the service of Madam Zhao, and then said, "Since the Shenyu has woken up, I'm relieved." She ordered the servants in the room: "You can change the clothes and change the bedding as well, so that it's all soaked in sweat. Save for bathing first to avoid the wind and cold."

The servants nodded and began to get busy.

The old lady looked at Feng Yuheng again, her eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you so hard, Ah Heng didn't sleep all night last night, and she called you again today. Grandma really felt sorry for her."

Feng Yuheng comforted her: "Grandma, don't say that. Don't say that the sick sister is the eldest sister, or someone else. As long as the grandmother says something, Ah Heng will definitely help her."

The old lady felt that Bei'er was very proud and said that Ah Heng was good, and then walked out of the yard with Feng Yuheng's hand.

When Feng Jinyuan and Chenyu were left behind, Feng Jinyuan wanted to ask Chenyu if he was pretending to be sick. But when he saw Chenyu's resentment, he felt that there was no need to ask again. The answer was yes, but he didn't know that Chenyu would pretend to be sick like this.

Back at Tongshengxuan, the laugh that Huang Quan had been holding on finally broke out, and he held an old tree in the yard and laughed loudly.

Feng Yuheng waited patiently for her to finish laughing, then asked, "As for it?"

Huang Quan nodded vigorously: "It's so great! Miss, your move is really bad. If the prince knew about it, he would definitely praise you so much."

Feng Yuheng caresses his forehead and loses it? This is also called praise? Your Royal Palace praises people with such ingenious ingenuity!

The next day, Feng Yuheng slept until noon. When he woke up, Yao was sitting next to her couch, sewing a piece of clothes in his hand.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes, "Why is my mother here? What are you sewing?"

Yao smiled, "I made a bottom coat for you and Zi Rui alone, and I was sewing it a few stitches."

"Didn't the mansion make enough clothes? Why did my mother pay for this?" She reached out to touch the white cotton fabric, which was very soft, and was much better than what the mansion gave it to.

"This is specially selected by your Aunt An outside. There are not many ingredients, only enough for you three children each." Yao put down his work plan and reached out to touch Feng Yuheng's hair. "I used to eat badly when I was in the mountains, but your hair was always yellow and thin. Now, not only did your hair grow well, but it looks like a beauty."

Feng Yuheng heard something in Yao's words, stared at her for a while, and said seriously: "Mom has something to say, you don't need to do this."

Yao sighed and grabbed her hand: "Aheng, my mother doesn't want to ask about some things, but it's really uncomfortable to hold them in my heart. If someone asks me in the future, I don't know what to say."

"Mom wants to ask me when I learned archery skills, right?" She knew that although Yao did not see the skill that was revealed on the palace banquet, it was impossible for anyone in the mansion to gossip. Yao has always been a person with great concern, so it is appropriate to be confused.

She brought out a common reason: "The Persians taught."

"Is there really a Persian strange man?" Yao simply asked.

Feng Yuheng smiled, "Mom, if you believe it, you will have it, if you don't believe it, you will not. I am your daughter and will never harm you."

Yao saw that she was unwilling to say more, and was able to give such a reason, in fact, so that she could have a reasonable explanation in front of others in the future.

She had no choice but to stop pursuing her and said, "I am your mother, I just hope you will be well."

After seeing off Yao, Feng Yuheng had to [520    ] for a few more thoughts.

Yao had already become suspicious of her. She could deceive others with a word "Persian stranger", but could not deceive her mother who lived with her in the mountain village.

Today I just ask. If there are more things that I can’t think about in the future, I’m afraid this knot will become bigger and bigger in my heart.

It seems that I have to find a way to distance myself from Yao and send her to Xiaozhou to accompany Zi Rui?

Feng Yuheng had an idea in his heart, but he also understood that this matter was not urgent. There were too many uncertain factors at the moment. First of all, she had to ensure the safety of Yao. Leaving her nose, this matter still needs to be considered.

That afternoon, Qingyu brought back a message: "The Bu family is in great funeral, and now the entire capital is discussing the funeral of Lord Bu, the Minister of Personnel."

Only then did she remember the Minister of Personnel who was killed by her daughter that Gong Yan. I'm afraid that that was the most depressing way to die in the world?

"Is the funeral done a lot?" She talked to Qingyu while eating snacks.

Qingyu poured her a bowl of tea, nodded and replied, "After all, he is a second-rank official, let alone Concubine Bu's face, how could he be unrestrained? Last night, someone bought a piece of Hanchan in Qibaozhai. I later sent someone to inquire about it. It was the Bu family who sent me to buy it."

The so-called Han Cicada is actually a kind of burial object in ancient times, placed in the mouth of the rebirth for tongue suppression. Han Cicada is jade-like, in the shape of a cicada, which means that the spirit is not dead and rebirth and resurrection. Generally, rich families pay great attention to it. The Bu family can go to Qibaozhai to buy Han Cicada, which shows that they attach great importance to Lord Bu’s funeral.

"Is there any movement in the Bu family?" Qingyu is now the person who is walking the most outside. Feng Yuheng gradually got used to asking Qingyu for something, and then he would go to Wangchuan and Huangquan to do the work.

"The guy from Qibaozhai heard the two people who came to Mai Hanchan to chat, and seemed to say that the Bu family had sent a letter to the general who was far away from the border and asked him to come back to attend the funeral."

Feng Yuheng was very interested in this news and was very satisfied with the performance of the Qibaozhai guy. She told Qingyu: "Give the guy who heard the news two taels of silver as a reward. At the same time, you should also explain it clearly to them. Don't say anything you hear. Except for you and me, anyone who asks for information must rely on my waist card." While she said, she handed Qingyu the old lady who had specially made the Feng family waist card to her and Xiangrong before entering the palace a few days ago: "You can see this clearly and use it for the time being, and I will replace it if you find a suitable object in the future."

Qingyu is a very smart girl. Feng Yuheng said a few words to her and she understood: "Miss is going to cultivate eyeliner. Don't worry, I will remind the people from the three shops, and at the same time I will pay attention to cultivating suitable people to put them in."

"You are doing everything outside now, and I'm very relieved. But the people you have noticed not only need to take into account business, but also have to do it seriously, just like the eyeliner I just mentioned. People in this regard should choose those clever minds, but they must not be surprising in appearance. Since they cannot look good or ugly, it is best to have the kind of public faces that cannot be found when mixed in the crowd, so that they will not leave too deep impressions and can be reused many times."

Qingyu nodded: "I have written down. I am also choosing what the lady mentioned yesterday about adding people to her. I can bring a group of people in at noon tomorrow to ask the lady to choose."

"I don't have to choose, just take good people into the mansion. I believe you." She didn't want to do everything herself, and always gave the people below some room for growth. Even if the person Qingyu chose was not good enough or even wrong, it was a growth experience. She cultivated Qingyu and others so that one day even if she was not there, they could support a sky for her.

Qingyu was very grateful and even excited about Feng Yuheng's trust.

She was not willing to be just an ordinary maid serving people. Feng Yuheng used her so much that she could almost fully stimulate her potential, let her stand alone, and completely find her past confidence.

Qingyu believes that a master like this will never be found in his life except Feng Yuheng.

The master and servant talked for a while, and Qingyu left the mansion to work. Feng Yuheng called Huang Quan and ordered: "See a way to check Bucong, the more news, the better."

Huang Quan nodded, but reminded her, "Then you still have to inquire with His Highness or borrow someone from there to investigate."

Feng Yuheng sighed softly: "Go, we don't have anyone to do it at the moment."

Seeing Huangquan leave in a hurry, Feng Yuheng couldn't help but feel a little anxious. In this era without convenient communication and transportation, how important it is to build a powerful information network!

Bu Cong, the man who was said to have some entanglement with her was about to return to Beijing. Why did this news make her feel a little nervous when she heard it?

She even thought that the past between the original owner and Bu Cong was a beautiful story, and even listened to it with a bit of gossip.

But now, her intuition told her that Bu Cong's return to Beijing would be a disaster for Feng Mansion or for her Feng Yuheng...
Chapter completed!