After passing the Shen family's checkpoint, the Feng family and his group quickly entered Fengwu County. Feng Jinyuan refused the banquet from the Fengwu County Magistrate and took the family straight to the Feng family's ancestral home.

The people of the Shen family followed the Feng family's convoy silently at the beginning, but they were still angry, but when they approached the Feng family's ancestral home, they walked around and did not follow again.

The Feng family’s ancestral family is not grand, but the simple and plain courtyard is filled with a bit of bookish fragrance.

When people arrived, someone was standing at the door waiting for the reception. Feng Yuheng looked at the person and saw that he was an old man who was 80 years old. He was wearing a long hidden blue gown, his hair, eyebrows, beard, but he was not as hunched as the two uncles of the Shen family. Instead, he was rosy and tall.

Feng Jinyuan and the old lady quickly stepped forward, knelt down at the old man, and said, "Class leader."

The Feng family quickly knelt down and shouted in unison: "Class leader."

Feng Yuheng has heard Yao talk about the ancestral home for more than ten days after coming here. It is said that since Feng Jinyuan became a Beijing official, the Feng family members have successively made great efforts one after another, and not many people have left behind, and they are basically all old and weak.

The current patriarch is over 80 years old, and he is Feng Jinyuan's grandfather, and he has great prestige in the Feng family. It is said that he is a very fair and strict person. He basically doesn't care about the juniors' affairs, but once he has passed his hands, there is no bias to talk about.

As he thought, the clan leader said, "Jinyuan, you are the prime minister of the current dynasty. You shouldn't have given me this great gift. But the rules of the Feng family cannot be broken. You are returning to your hometown to worship your ancestors, so you must not have any etiquette."

Feng Jinyuan said: "The patriarch said yes."

"Yeah." The clan leader nodded, "You all get up."

Feng Jinyuan stood up first and then helped the old lady up. Then, the Feng family stood up.

Feng Yuheng noticed that the clan leader seemed to have glanced at her, but he did not stop. Instead, he looked at the sinking fish again. With just one glance, he took it back. Finally, it fell on Jin Zhen.

Feng Jinyuan remembered that the clan didn't know about taking Jin Zhen into the house, so he quickly explained: "It's the grandson's newly accepted concubine."

The old patriarch waved his hand: "You don't need to tell the clan about such a tribe. The concubine cannot be included in the genealogy. You can just take the initiative. Let me go in."

After he said that, he still turned around and walked into the mansion with his hands behind his back. A servant led the coachman to wrap the carriage around the back of the house to settle down, and the Feng family followed him into the yard.

If the clan members return to their ancestral homes every year, there will be fewer rules. If they have never been back once in many years, then there will be more words.

Before they could rest, the room was still not separated, and the old patriarch said again: "The ancestral hall has been opened. Jin Yuan, please support your mother, your wife and daughter, and follow me to worship the ancestral hall."

As soon as he said this, Chen Yu wiped his tears again and said aggrievedly: "Class leader, my mother has passed away."

The old patriarch glanced at Chen Yu and asked Feng Jinyuan in confusion: "Which concubine is this your daughter born to? I don't understand the rules so much?"

Feng Jinyuan was embarrassed: "This is a sunken fish, not born to the concubine, but the eldest daughter born to the grandson."

"Legitimate?" The old patriarch looked at Chen Yu for a while, "Well, I have some impression that your eldest daughter is Feng Chen Yu, but your eldest daughter is not the second daughter, just the second daughter!" As he said that, he looked at Feng Yuheng again and waved to her: "Ah Heng? Come, come to Grandpa's place."

Ah Heng stepped forward with a smile on his face and bowed to the old patriarch: "Ah Heng has met his grandfather."

The old patriarch Xu helped her and said, "This is the legitimate daughter of my Feng family."

Tears suddenly burst out from Chen Yu's eyes, and he looked at the old lady and Feng Jinyuan one after another. However, the old patriarch stood here and the old lady became a junior. What can he say?

Feng Chenyu was so cruel that she was about to bite her silver teeth. Feng Yuheng's existence became more and more annoying to her. She couldn't throw this person into the mountains to feed the wolf.

Feng Jinyuan knew that for the people in the ancestral home, Yao and Feng Yuheng were the wife and legitimate daughter. People in their hometowns had old ideas. He didn't want to be too concerned about the patriarch at this time, so he said to Yao: "Let's go, you go in with the original minister."

Yao didn't say anything, Feng Jinyuan and the old lady walked in front, and she followed behind her, expressionless. Even after passing by the old patriarch, she didn't say anything more.

Several people entered the ancestral hall. After kneeling down, a servant came up to share the incense. Each person had three branches in his hands, and all of them were lit.

A man who was specifically responsible for the tribe-man sacrifice to the ancestral temple sang a ritual and then directed everyone to kowtow continuously. Finally, the program was over, and the old lady took the lead in inserting the incense into the incense burner, and then she was officially finished.

Feng Yuheng and Yao both performed great gifts according to the rules of the mistress and the legitimate daughter. Yao did this trick until she didn't think anything was wrong. After all, she was the mistress and was too familiar with these matters to be familiar with. But Feng Yuheng was a little embarrassed. If it weren't for the servants' command, she wouldn't know what to do. Even so, some movements were not standard enough, which made the singer look at her several times.

She didn't care. After the incense was finished, she took the initiative to salute and apologize to the patriarch: "Aheng has lived in the mountain village for a long time and has not had much contact with the rules in the mansion. If there are any rude things, please forgive me."

Feng Jin was so angry that she wanted to slap her. She never forgot to mention the mountain village wherever she went, for fear that others would not know what she had lived in the mountain village.

Feng Yuheng saw his expression clearly and couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

At this time, I knew that such things were not good. What did you think when you spoiled your concubine and killed your wife? You have finished all your shameless things, and you still want others to find your face again. Not only will my aunt not ask you for it, she will have to tear off a few more layers for you to be satisfied.

"Today, Ah Heng and Aunt Yao entered the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors. I hope that the grandfather can tell his family not to be public." Feng Yuheng looked embarrassed, and while speaking, he turned around and looked in the direction where Shenyu was, his expression was nervous.

The old patriarch was very puzzled: "Why?"

"Because...Ah Heng is not the real legitimate daughter after all, and Aunt Yao is not the real mistress! Just now, the Shen family stopped at the county gate and shouted to kill. If they knew that Ah Heng and Aunt Yao entered the ancestral hall but the eldest sister did not come in, maybe... they would be jealous."

"Dare they?" The old patriarch stood his eyes and his beard raised. He thought about Feng Yuheng's words and asked the old lady Xiang: "If your branch is so messy, there is no need to go back to his hometown to worship his ancestors!"

The old lady was frightened by him and quickly bowed and said, "The patriarch is so serious. My family's affairs are not handled well, so I won't do it in the future." While speaking, she secretly blamed Feng Yuheng in her heart, only thinking that this granddaughter would not be able to disrupt the situation, but she insisted on being in front of the patriarch. It doesn't matter whether this ancestral house is sacrificed or not, but Mr. Feng's cemetery is still here!

Feng Jinyuan also said repeatedly: "You have to worry about family affairs. The Shen family is just a group of mobs, so it's not worth mentioning."

The old patriarch nodded and looked at the group of people standing in the yard, especially Feng Chenyu. His appearance made him feel that it was not a good thing.

He has lived for more than 80 years and has seen countless people. He has long heard that Feng Jinyuan has produced a daughter with a phoenix life, but if it were this phoenix Shenyu... he would not look like it no matter how he looked.

"Forget it, you can rest, and there will be servants to take you to their respective rooms. As for the matter of the legitimate daughter and the illegitimate daughter, no matter how you go back, you will be your own business, but for me, the Feng family only recognizes Yao and Aheng."

After throwing this sentence, the old patriarch walked away.

Feng Chenyu turned his head and didn't want to look at him. He cursed the old man countless times in his heart.

Feng Yuheng looked at Chen Yu so angry that he felt relieved. He pulled Yao out of the ancestral hall, deliberately stood in front of her, and said, "I have been wronged by the elder sister these days. They are all the patriarch's intentions, and Ah Heng can do nothing." If you are unhappy, ask the patriarch to tell me! Do you dare?

What can Feng Chenyu say? He turned around and left with Yiyue.

The old lady asked the servant: "Where is Young Master Feng Zihao?"

The servant was stunned for a moment, thought about it seriously, and then replied: "Old lady, are you talking about the young master who guards the tomb? He has been living on the mountain. The old patriarch built a room for him by the tomb, and left a dedicated person to serve him."

The old lady felt distressed and couldn't help but glar at Feng Jinyuan.

Feng Jinyuan didn't expect that the old patriarch would actually drive Zihao to the mountain to live, but he said that he would ask Zihao to come back to guard the tomb. Now that the child is really guarding the tomb, what can he say? He had to comfort the old lady and said, "I will go up the mountain to have a look tomorrow morning."

The subordinates led everyone to the room. Feng Yuheng first helped Yao settle down. He watched her lying on the couch to rest before returning to his room.

Wangchuan helped her make the bed, and Huang Quan also took the lunch delivered by the servant from outside, "Miss, come and have something to eat, please feel free to eat. I saw that there are servants going to deliver it to my wife."

There are not many owners of the Feng family, but there are quite a few servants, most of whom are reserved for the tribe who come back occasionally.

Feng Yuheng swept the room again while having dinner and found that there was a pen and ink. When his eyes rolled, he had an idea in his mind.

She got up and walked to the table where the pen and ink were placed. The two girls didn't understand what to do, so they had to follow. Feng Yuheng tore off a note, picked up the pen, and wrote a line of words like dog-like slashing.

Huang Quan stroked his forehead: "Miss, you have been wiping the whip for a long time, and your handwriting has regressed?"

She gave Huang Quan a blank look: "Look at whose words look like?"

Wangchuan was careful and went to read the words, and Feng Yuheng wrote: "I came to Fengshan at midnight tonight. This handwriting, this tone... Feng Zihao?"

Feng Yuheng gave her a thumbs-up look, then stuffed the note into Wangchuan's hand, "Find an opportunity to throw it into Feng Chenyu's room, be sure to let her see it."

Huang Quan wondered: "Why is this?"

Feng Yuheng didn't care and explained to them: "Feng Chenyu took such a lot of effort to bring me back to Fengtong County. Why? Do you really think it's a sacrifice to ancestors?"

"Does the lady suspect that she and Feng Zihao will design a frame-up?"
Chapter completed!