In fact, before arresting the person, Xuantian meditated on leaving Yao to Feng Yuheng. As for Feng Jinyuan, he just finished the work. But unexpectedly, the one who died was Yao, and the remaining Feng Jinyuan was no longer able to do anything. One biological father and the other biological mother had to leave one for the girl.

Originally, Feng Jinyuan was arranged to live in Shaping City, but Feng Jinyuan didn't want to live there by himself, insisted on staying in the camp, and took the initiative to undertake many tasks in the camp. Sometimes, when the soldiers in the camp trained, he would go to Shaping City to help the people of Shaping to do something, and even do things like writing recipes for restaurants.

A soldier privately argued that if Mr. Feng had never done things so well before and had always been like this, the princess would not have disliked him. What a pity! He blocked his own way, even if he turned around, he would be too far from the shore and would not be able to get up at all.

Feng Jinyuan didn't do good things for too long. The stuffy heat and exposure in the desert made him get heat. He could hardly leave during the day and vomited continuously. But Song Kang was particularly annoyed by him and insisted on not coming for treatment. The other military doctors naturally listened to Song Kang, so no one paid much attention to Feng Jinyuan. At most, they prepared some herbal tea for him to relieve heat and did not give him medicine.

Feng Jinyuan also knew that he was quite annoying, and he had no intention of living, and he didn't care whether he needed medicine or not. He even kept expressing gratitude to the young soldier assigned to take care of him. Sometimes he felt a little better, so he would go down to the ground to pour dirt on his own without bothering others.

The summer sickness during the day is unbearable, and it will get better at night. Feng Jinyuan simply slept during the day and woke up at night, but couldn't do anything. He could only sit on the bed in the tent, recalling the past and the years when the Feng Mansion people were still alive, and even speeding up his wedding with Yao. At that time, the empress dowager who was still alive gave gifts, how glorious.

That evening, Xuan Tianming came to Feng Jinyuan's tent for the first time, carrying two pots of wine in his hand. Feng Jinyuan didn't know what he was going to come. When he saw Xuan Tianming handing him one of the pots of wine, he thought he was going to send him the poisonous wine on the way. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Even if His Highness Ninth wants to kill people, it is not of this kind of temperament. Poisonous wine is too obscure and not the murder method that His Highness Ninth is good at."

Xuan Tianming laughed, pulled a chair and sat down when he faced him, and asked, "Then tell me, how should I kill someone?"

Feng Jinyuan said: "It should be a grand and exciting thing, like killing Ji Lingtian, to shock everyone, rather than sending a pot of wine secretly. To be honest, for the mistakes I made, a pot of poisoned wine is really too cheap. I think your highness is to leave some face for Ah Heng? My father has never done anything to her. When I die, I have to ask this daughter to help me protect my face. I really have no face to face the ancestors of the Feng family."

After saying that, he took the mouth of the wine pot into his mouth very readily, and took several sips of it. Then he put the wine on the small table next to him and looked at Xuan Tianming with a wry smile: "How long will it take to take effect after drinking it?" He then singed it, "It seems that it is not immediately, so I think Your Highness Ninth has something to say to me."

Xuan Tianming didn't say anything when he heard this, raised the pot of wine in his hand, took a few sips, and then said, "There is nothing special. I just can't sleep at night. I want to find a drink for two drinks. After thinking about it, I have never had a drink with you, your future father-in-law, so I came here."

Feng Jinyuan was stunned, "Drink with me?" Looking at the wine pot he had just drank, he seemed to understand something: "Is it because I was wrong? This pot is not poisonous wine?"

Xuan Tianming nodded: "You do know this king. If I want to kill you, it is impossible to solve it quietly with a pot of poisonous wine. What's more, if I say that I will leave you to Aheng, I will not do it myself."

Feng Jinyuan blinked, but did not feel like he had survived the disaster. Instead, he shook his head in disappointment, "I thought it was too simple. I tried my best to live, but now I realize that it was not that easy to die." He grabbed the wine pot, raised his neck, and took a few more sips of it. He was a scholar, and he didn't have much alcohol. After drinking a few sips of strong wine, he felt a little dizzy. He felt his eyes were hot and his nose was sore. When he opened his mouth, he started crying for some reason.

Xuan Tianming didn't stop him, nor was he bored. He just watched Feng Jinyuan cry while drinking until he was almost crying. Then he said, "If I had known today, why would you have been there?"

Feng Jinyuan sniffed and sighed bitterly: "It was because he didn't think of today in his early years that he did so many wrong things. Now he regrets it, but it's too late. So many people are dead. Why am I still alive? Your Highness Ninth, why do you think I'm still alive?"

"But in the past, you were determined to die from Aheng." Xuan Tianming snorted coldly, poking Feng Jinyuan's scar. "If my wife hadn't been capable, she would have died in your hands more than once."

Feng Jinyuan nodded and admitted without any hesitation about the mistakes he had made: "I sent someone to kill them on their way back to Beijing; later, the Shen family took action several times, but I didn't stop him; even when he returned to his hometown to worship his ancestors, Zihao and Chen Yu joined forces to kill Aheng, and I also hoped that she would be burned to death..." He said while waved his hand, "Too many times, I can't count how many moves I secretly moved, but as Your Highness said, Aheng has the ability, and never made me succeed.

." He slapped himself in his mouth while tears fell down, and then asked Xuan Tianming: "Your Highness Nine, do you think I am really brainless? Now that I think about it, I don't know why I left, luck and won the top scorer. With my brain, I can still get the top scorer? Anyone who is smart should understand after so many things, Aheng can't move, right? Why can't I see it at that time? I'm still thinking about keeping the fish in the sun?"

Xuan Tianming agreed with his statement very much: "Maybe my father was dazzled and misread the test paper, otherwise, based on your brain, he would not be the top scorer."

Feng Jinyuan was very funny. I don’t know if it really changed his temperament after so many things, or was drunk after a few taels of wine and couldn’t find Bei. He was so brave that he took Xuan Tianming’s hand and started chatting with others. From the time he was preparing for the exam, he talked about winning the top scorer and getting Yao’s wedding, and then seeing Ah Heng away and picking up Ah Heng, then the Feng family members died one by one, and then watching the Feng family decline with their own eyes, and they didn’t let go of every link and detail. He had a good memory so good that even Xuan Tianming had to accept it. He even said, “It is possible to get a top scorer just for your memory.”

Feng Jinyuan didn't answer his words and continued to say that when Feng Yuheng had just returned to Beijing, Xuan Tianming and Xuan Tianhua had been to Feng Yuheng's house several times, and they all said anything.

This confession is simply a lifelong memoir of Feng Jinyuan and the entire Feng family. Xuan Tianming also listened to it with relish. After all, his wife was involved, and it existed as a slap in the face, which sounded very satisfying.

Finally, Feng Jinyuan stopped when Yao was buried, turned his head again, and the sky was bright. He woke up most of the wine. When he saw himself kneeling on the ground with great imaginary appearance, holding his hands between Xuan Tianming's knees, he felt a little embarrassed. He wanted to apologize to Xuan Tianming, saying that he lost his attitude because he had drunk too much, but he also felt that apologizing was too pale and meaningless. He opened his mouth again, but said, "I am a dying person. The only thing I can ask for now is that the Ninth Highness can treat us well in the future. The Feng family did not give it any affection. I hope that this lack can be made up after she married into the Royal Palace. My daughter is not easy. It depends on her own luck to live until now. I think she can be easier if I die in the future."

He got up from the ground, and his legs were not very good after kneeling for a long time, so he almost fell down. Xuan Tianming helped him and said, "I will take good care of my wife, naturally, do you have any other... instructions?" He wanted to say that you have other wills? Later, he felt that it was a little inhumane, so he changed his words temporarily.

Feng Jinyuan was not polite, and thought for a while and said, "I have a concubine and a third daughter who live. If the concubine is not included in the genealogy, it is impossible to talk about being inseparable from the family tree. If I die, she will naturally be free. The third daughter and Ah Heng have always been in good condition. I don't need me to worry about anything. With her second sister here, I will never lose my wish. If I have a fourth daughter..." Feng Jinyuan paused, and took out a letter from under the pillow that I had written a few days ago, and handed it to Xuan Tianming: "This is what I wrote for you.

Fandai's letter was in the capital. Although she promised her to the fifth prince, and the fifth prince treated her well, I could never let go of my heart. Your prince should still remember that girl. Her temperament was as good as Shen Yu's mother, Shen, who had Shenyu, had no brains at all. She was just igniting the fire, and she was full of resentment at such a young age. I don't know how to educate that child well, and they don't listen to me. I hope that Your prince can hand me this letter to her when he returns to Beijing in the future. It is a last advice from a father to her before he dies!"

After Feng Jinyuan said this, he saw Xuan Tianming take the letter again, and then he felt relieved. The alcohol completely dissipated, but the heat disease invaded again. He fell to the bed in a daze and fell asleep soon.

Xuan Tianming called the soldiers outside to come in and help Feng Jinyuan go to his shoes, socks, cover his quilt, and then left the camp. Facing the rising sun in the desert and the heat that followed, he opened Feng Jinyuan's letter that was not even pretending to be an envelope. What he saw was the last warning from a dying man to his daughter, and all of them told Fan Dai not to be against Feng Yuheng. He warned Fan Dai that only by making friends with Feng Yuheng can he live safely, and now, nothing is happier than living.

Xuan Tianming sighed lightly and put the letter in his arms. He was willing to help achieve Feng Jinyuan's wish, just look at whether Feng Fandai repents! After all, the Feng family is Feng Yuheng's roots, and he doesn't want the Feng family to wither until the end. Fortunately, there is still Feng Xiangrong, and his wife will not be too lonely.

After a long talk overnight, Feng Jinyuan became even more ill...
Chapter completed!