The letter was written by Feng Yuheng and sent to the end of the Sixth Prince Xuan Tianfeng. Because the cover was written on it for Xiangrong, it was then transferred to the embroidery shop.

The person who came to deliver the letter was the follower next to Xuan Tianfeng. After coming in, he handed the letter to Xiangrong. He turned his head and saw Xuan Tianyi standing next to him. He was shocked and asked in a daze: "Fourth Prince, can you escape from the capital, right?"

Xuan Tianyi was so angry that he slapped the follower on the head: "What are you running for? Have you ever heard of someone who is going to escape to such a place that is eye-catching?"

"Then why are you here?" The entourage held his head and looked bitter, "Who doesn't know that you were punished by the emperor? Not to mention the capital, even the gate of the mansion cannot come out. How could you suddenly appear here?"

"It was my father who asked me to come!" Xuan Tianyi said with a calm face: "The third lady of the Feng family is my master. The master has run away. Can I not chase after me as an apprentice? Otherwise, who will teach me the skills? Don't worry, just tell your sixth prince. If he doesn't believe it, he will write a memorial in the capital to ask if his father nodded and asked me to come. Oh, by the way, remember to let my sixth brother come here to see me. When the fourth brother is here, he should have made some statements no matter how he says."

The little follower nodded and asked Xiangrong again: "Miss Is there anything important in the letter? If not, I will go back and report to Your Highness. If there is, I will report to Your Highness, so I can discuss it."

It was a very ordinary sentence, but when I looked at Xiangrong's expression, my whole face suddenly collapsed, and my face looked sad. Xuan Tianyi and the little entourage were both puzzled, not understanding what was going on. Xuan Tianyi was quite happy and took the letter directly from Xiangrong's hand, then took a look, and said to the entourage casually: "Oh, nothing is wrong, it's just a dead person, Feng Jinyuan is dead."

The little entourage took a long time to react and couldn't help but exclaim. Feng Jinyuan, isn't that the father of Princess Ji'an and Miss Feng San! Although he heard that his relationship was not very good, he was related by blood. He suddenly died. No wonder Miss Feng San's expression. For a moment, he didn't know how to persuade him, and he was not going to leave, nor was he not going to leave.

It was Xuan Tianyi who cleared the siege for him, rushed to the door, and said while opening the door: "If you go back, tell the truth to your sixth prince, so that he doesn't have to worry about this, I'm there." After that, he pushed the little follower out of the door and then slammed the door of the shop.

In general, Feng Yuheng was reporting the death of Feng Xiangrong to Feng Xiangrong, and Feng Jinyuan and Yao's death, as well as the changes before death, Feng Yuheng described it very fairly, but did not express any of her own opinions, but asked Xiangrong to think about it, which also depends on how much affection she still has for that father.

After Xuan Tianyi sent off the little entourage, he silently returned to Xiangrong's side, and silently sent the guards who followed him and the maids who were beside Xiangrong. Until the two of them were left in the shop, he said, "If you feel uncomfortable, just cry. Daddy should cry when you die, although your father is really not very good."

Feng Xiangrong also knew that Feng Jinyuan's father was not very good, but that was also her father. She thought, she should have cried, right? After a long time of emotion, she raised her hand to wipe it on her eyes, but found that no tears fell down. She had no helplessness and said with a bitter look on her face: "I can't cry, am I quite cold-blooded?"

Xuan Tianyi shook her head: "It was Feng Jinyuan who made this by himself. How can you blame you? If you don't believe it, please write a letter to ask your second sister, and ask if she shed tears when Feng Jinyuan died."

Xiangrong smiled bitterly, "It must have been left without any reservation. The relationship between the second sister and her father is even more rigid. The father did to the second sister, so he was not worthy of letting the second sister call him father again. But he was also lucky. Before he died, the second sister was by his side. Originally, he went to the southern world with Mrs. Yao and Fu Ya. Even if he died, there would not be a corpse collector around him." Xiangrong said, and looked at the letter again, "The second sister said that he had repented before he died. Unfortunately, it was too late. If he had understood that the Feng family would not have lived like this. You don't know, the Feng family was actually quite good before, but that kind of goodness was limited to the second sister being sent to the northwest, and when Mrs. Yao was still the mistress of the Feng family. Later, if the mistress was Shen, everything changed."

She sighed, and countless emotions arose in her heart. For a moment, from the moment she could remember, all memories of Feng Mansion came, and a few teardrops were forced out.

Xuan Tianyi was not very good at coaxing the woman who cried. He vaguely remembered that Bu Nishang had cried in front of him several times before. He gritted his teeth and endured it. Finally, he couldn't bear to let go and brush his sleeves, but he refused to persuade him. But now he wanted to cry, but he couldn't help but raise his arm and wipe her tears with his cuffs. He said naturally: "Stop crying, it's over, won't there be a good life in the future!"

Xiangrong's way of crying is different from Bu Nishang. Bu Nishang is crying and acting coquettishly while acting coquettishly while complaining. Xiangrong is sitting there, straight and soundless, and tears fall down like beads, seemingly quiet, but it is particularly distressing.

Xuan Tianyi felt that he was really distressed, but he really didn't know how to persuade him. After holding it in for a long time, he put it in and said, "Why would I sing a song for you?"

Xiangrong burst into laughter, and the sadness caused by Feng Jinyuan's death was also diluted a lot. She sighed helplessly and said, "I'm not sad, it's just because of blood and family affection. Tears flowed out unconsciously. It was a natural reaction of the body and had nothing to do with the mood. But no matter what, I have to thank you so that I won't be alone when I learned that my father passed away. That would be desolate!"

Xuan Tianyi then laughed again: "That's right! My little master should be happy. Feng Jinyuan didn't give you a good life when he was alive. What impact would his immortality have on you? The Feng family is like this, and it's no different from losing it. In my opinion, it's better to bring your mother here too. Didn't Feng Yuheng prepare a house for you? How great is it to take you and live together!"

Xiangrong then realized, "Yes! My father is dead, my mother is a concubine. If she doesn't belong to the file or the genealogy, she will naturally be free now." She finally had some motivation and thought about bringing An to Ji'an County.

Seeing that she had regained her charm, Xuan Tianyi nodded with a smile and expressed her satisfaction. Feng Jinyuan is dead? This is very good. He didn't like the old guy early in the morning. He also thought that if the old man bullied his little master again, he would not care about sending him to the west. "Don't worry!" Xuan Tianyi said to Xiangrong in a beautiful voice: "I'll send someone back to Beijing early tomorrow morning and take the wife over. Let me do this matter!"

I hope that the fourth prince who was in a mess came here, and his life was lively and lively. On the other end of the capital, Feng Fandai also received a letter from Feng Yuheng to the southern border. With the letter, there was also a porcelain jar with Feng Jinyuan's ashes.

Feng Yuheng's letter to Fandai was even simpler. He only talked about some things about Feng Jinyuan's life and death in a straightforward manner. Another letter sent together was more affectionate. It was written to Fandai before Feng Jinyuan died. He drank with Xuan Tianming that night and handed it to Xuan Tianming, and asked him to send it to Fandai.

The letter was filled with emotion and emotion to allow Fandai to see the situation clearly, think more about the Feng family, who grew up, and think more about the family affection and not do the right thing with her second sister. He even told Fandai that only by following her second sister can you live a good life and go through the second half of your life safely.

When Fan Dai read these two letters, she had no expression on her face, as if she was looking at a stranger's letter, and had nothing to do with her. The maid Dongying next to her asked: "Miss, what is the letter?"

Then she replied indifferently: "It's nothing, I just tell me that Feng Jinyuan is dead."

"What?" Dong Ying was shocked, "Master, is he... dead?"

"Yeah." Fandai said lightly: "Don't make a fuss. Sooner or later, just make trouble for him. It would be strange if he doesn't die. Hum!" She stood up and snorted coldly: "Terror to the Eighth Prince? Go and help a fake daughter? He can think of it! He doesn't care about me, the biological daughter of the prince's concubine, and cares about a fake daughter who has nothing to do with him. Why do such a person do not die if he dies? If I want me to say that he should die early, he should die early, so as to avoid the reputation of the Feng Mansion."

After saying that, he laughed in dismay and said self-deprecatingly: "Feng Mansion? There is no Feng Mansion now. I thought this mansion was so small, but when I first moved in, I felt cowardly. But now I look at it again, I feel so big. I live alone in an empty place. No matter how many servants there are, I can't change the Feng family's former prosperity. Dongying!" She called the maid beside her, "Tomorrow, you can just take off the plaque at the door! This is no longer Feng Mansion."

"What should I change to?" Dong Ying was also a little sad. Such a big family would just say that they would be disbanded?

Fan Dai couldn't think of anything to change, so she just said, "Be empty first, don't have to hang anything, wait until I think about it. Or maybe don't hang it anymore. Most people in Beijing know who lives in this mansion. I don't have much contact with outsiders. There are basically no ones who come to the door except regular customers. A plaque is optional."

Dongying wanted to persuade her for a few more words, and then said, "What if the third lady or the second master come back in the future? And Aunt An, should I consider it again?"

"They?" Fandai smiled bitterly, "They won't come back, don't worry! I'm the only one left here, and the Feng family has long disappeared. Even if we set a fire to burn the house, no one will say anything more." She was a little confused and walked to the yard, looking around, and suddenly burst into laughter. After a while, she said: "I used to dream that the Feng family was the only one who was the only one who was the only one who was around me. One day I would step on them one by one! Now, the Feng family is the only one, but I didn't expect that it would be like this. It turns out that gain means losing. So if I want more, what would I lose?"

Her eyes were cold, her eyes narrowed, and suddenly rushed into the hall again, picked up Feng Jinyuan's jar of ashes and walked out, and walked all the way to the street. She actually lifted the jar high and threw it to the ground.

Suddenly, the wind came, blowing the handful of ashes without leaving any remaining.
Chapter completed!