Nalan Yunye was a little stunned and soon returned to nature. He also curled his lips and smiled evilly. "Ye'er just said casually. If Grandpa Zong Sheng thinks of Ye'er like this, you should pretend that you didn't hear it. It's getting late. If Grandpa Zong Sheng has nothing to do, Ye'er wants to say goodbye first!"

His journey is not false. After all, he found a treasure map from Nalan Zongsheng, which is a real existence. In this way, Nalan Zongliang is guarding against many people.

"Ye'er, if I tell you where the treasure map is, will you let me go? Otherwise, I can't get out of this Nalan Mansion?"

Nalan Zongsheng silent for a while, then looked up and asked.

"Grandpa Zong Sheng, what you said is not a confirmation of killing your brother for the treasure map passed down by his ancestors?"

Nalan Yunye asked with a smile. He tempted Nalan Zongsheng step by step and told the truth. After he had enough information, he confirmed his crime. Such clever thoughts made Nalan Zongsheng's face pale and sweat profusely.

"I'm confused!" Nalan Zongsheng hurriedly changed his words.

"In the future, Grandpa Zong Sheng must not make such a mistake. If you are not careful, it will be fatal. Ye'er said goodbye!" Nalan Yunye leaned down and whispered in Nalan Zongsheng's ear, as if he was spitting out a series of spells, making Nalan Zongsheng's face pale.

Nalan Yunye was very satisfied with Nalan Zongsheng's reaction, pulled the corner of his mouth, turned around and left.

He had long seen Nalan Zongsheng's thoughts and was sure that Nalan Zongsheng had no treasure map in his hands, so he had no need to be polite to him anymore.

...

Over the past few decades, the Nalan family's industries have spread throughout Fengguo, so that news about Nalan Zongliang's sudden death from heart disease was soon spread on the second day.

6Add guests went to Nalan Mansion to pay their condolences.

After Feng Sinian learned about Nalan Zongliang's death, he was stunned. It was not that he had a good relationship with Nalan Zongliang, but that Nalan Zongliang's death. It would be better if he died of heart disease, but if he died of humans, it would be terrible.

First, the Feng family had not settled, and then the Nalan family's turmoil suddenly broke out, which made him wonder that it was Xuanyuan Fenghao who took action.

Feng Sinian immediately took Feng Junran to Nalan Mansion to pay condolences. In fact, he wanted to check the truth more.

...

Feng Shaotian has already prepared a document for Heli, but the general idea is that Rong Fuxiang has suffered from epilepsy and killed his husband with a knife, which almost caused his husband to die. Feng Shaotian is helpless and divorced him for many years. If one day Rong Fuxiang's epilepsy is cured, Feng Shaotian will accept it again.

Unlike the Book of Li, divorce is generally the divorce book that the woman makes an unforgivable mistake before she gets divorced, while the Book of Li is a more decent separation between the husband and wife.

He Li Shu was sincere in his words, and Feng Shaotian was almost killed by Rong Fuxiang, so when He Li Shu was sent to Rong Mansion overnight, Rong Mansion could not find any reason to object except being angry. After all, the Feng family had given the Rong family great face to not drafting the divorce letter.

"Dad, do you really want to divorce your mother?" Feng Qize looked at the carriage parked in the mansion and the maid and groom who went to send Rong Fuxiang back to Rong's house, and asked Feng Shaotian angrily.

Feng Shaotian was in a bad mood, but he knew that Rong Fuxiang would be dead after following him, so it would be better to let her go and each one be well.

"I have decided, Ze'er, don't say anything more!" Feng Shaotian waved his hand, with a persistent look on his face, without any room for maneuver.

"Then I'll go with my mother!" Feng Qize smiled coldly and turned to the carriage.

"Ze'er! You can't be so willful! You are from the Feng family, what are you doing when you go to the Rong family?" Feng Shaotian was anxious and angry when he heard Feng Qize's words, and couldn't help but step forward to stop him.

His anger pulled the wound on his chest, and he bent down in pain.

"You all don't want my mother. I want her. I want her. I want her to accompany her for the rest of my life!" Feng Qize sat in the carriage, separated by a curtain, and felt like he was separated from Feng Shaotian by thousands of mountains and rivers.

"Okay, go, if you leave, you will be no longer my son of Feng Shaotian..." Feng Shaotian covered his chest with his hands and replied weakly.

"Ze'er..." Another voice came, and it was Rong Fuxiang. Rong Fuxiang slowly walked out of another courtyard. She tied her head into a simple fallen horse bun and wore a clean dress. She was sober, with clear eyebrows and bright eyes, without any madness.

"Mom!" Feng Qize heard Rong Fuxiang's call, lifted the curtain and jumped down, walked to Rong Fuxiang and held her. He suddenly felt that Rong Fuxiang was different from usual. He happily held her hand, with tears in his eyes, "Mom, are you awake?"

"Ze'er, my mother is awake, she is completely awake!" Rong Fuxiang stroked her son's face, her eyes were blurred with tears. This period of time seemed to have entered a nightmare and could not wake up no matter how hard she could not control her thoughts and reason. She urgently needed to find an outlet for ejaculation until she stabbed Feng Shaotian with bright red eyes, washing away her inner hatred. Once the hatred disappeared, her reason would be slowly recovered.

She used to be a person who didn't even dare to kill a chicken. In the past few decades in Feng Mansion, she became an idiot who dared to kill with a knife. This kind of self made her dislike.

"Ze'er, don't follow your mother. You can take good care of yourself. When you have a bright future, come and pick you up. I will wait for you!" Rong Fuxiang wiped away her tears and spoke with relief. She didn't feel in vain for this son, but she knew clearly that the Rong family would not give him anything. Even if her father and elder brother showed great love for Ze'er, the child, it was because he was a child of the Feng family. Once he left the Feng family, he became the abandoned son the Rong family hated. The abandoned son was left aside. A person with no value would not be liked by anyone. She didn't want her son to become such an abandoned son.

"Mom!" Feng Qize frowned unwillingly.

Rong Fuxiang patted Feng Qize's hand and showed calmness. She raised her eyes and looked at Feng Shaotian, and said expressionlessly, "Where is Feng Shaotian, where is Lishu? I will hold it myself!"

Seeing Rong Fuxiang recovered completely, Feng Shaotian was staring at her blankly, but he didn't react when he heard her words. Instead, the maid next to him walked forward, took out He Lishu, and presented it with both hands, "Madam, He Lishu is taken by my servant!"

Rong Fuxiang took the thin page of paper, opened it, looked carefully, and a leisurely but indifferent smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "It's very well written!" After saying that, she folded the paper, put it in the pocket of her clothes, and whispered to the maid, "Let's go!".

Upon hearing this, the maid hurriedly helped Rong Fuxiang and called her into the carriage. To be honest, such gentle Rong Fuxiang made her flattered.

Since Young Master Kang left, the eldest lady has changed her temperament and is arrogant and domineering, and her mind is smaller than the tip of a needle. She can scold her if she says a little wrong. It seems that the eldest lady has improved her epilepsy and even her temper has improved.

"Fuxiang!" He came to his senses until Feng Shaotian's vision disappeared into the carriage. He didn't care about the pain in the wound, walked a few steps quickly and stood still, but didn't know what to say next.

"What's the matter?" Rong Fuxiang spoke, her voice calming.

Feng Shaotian suddenly felt like he couldn't hold on to this calm voice, which made him frightened.

When Rong Fuxiang was unconscious, he wanted to give up on her, but she was reluctant to leave. Now that she was awake, he was afraid that she would remain indifferent.

Are people so mean? Only when they lose them can they know how to cherish them?

"Fuxiang, you are cured now, and you and Lishu don't count. Come down quickly and go to see your mother with me now. Dad is out. Don't worry about Dad for now. Let's talk to you about your recovery!" Feng Shaotian finally made up his mind to save Rong Fuxiang.

Rong Fuxiang sat in the carriage and quietly listened to Feng Shaotian's words, her heart was filled with no emotion or ups and downs. Was she really unintentional?

"No, I have no intention of family affairs. Even if I stay in the Feng family, I will be a useless person. Why not go to the place I should go, so that it will be good to you and me!" Rong Fuxiang refused politely, and after saying that, she said to the groom, "Let's go!"

The groom looked at Feng Shaotian in embarrassment and did not take action.

Rong Fuxiang was waiting, but she did not urge her. Her eyes were open, her eyes were unburned and empty.

She felt sad for herself in her heart. She lived for most of her life. The closest person had no affection for her. She gave up when she got sick. When she recovered, she should be afraid of people talking nonsense and thinking about staying, but she was not the one who was originally in her heart. She might not be as good as a cat or a dog.

"Ze'er, send my mother away!" Rong Fuxiang closed her eyes, and a tear finally slipped from the corner of her eyes.

Feng Qize stepped forward silently, grabbed the whip from the groom's hand, and drove away.

"Fuxiang--" Seeing this, Feng Shaotian ran forward impatiently for a few steps, looked at the carriage that was getting farther away, and knelt down with a thud, "Come back!".

Rong Fuxiang was sent back to Rong Mansion by Feng Qize.

Standing in front of the mansion, Rong Fuxiang insisted on letting Feng Qize leave, and repeated the words she said to him waiting for him to set up his own door and then follow him.

Feng Qize had no choice but to leave first.

Rong Fuxiang walked into Rong Mansion alone.

Mr. Rong, Mrs. Rong, eldest brother of the Rong family and third brother of the Rong family, saw Rong Fuxiang coming back alone, and remembered the book Heli given by the Feng family, and his face was gloomy and sighed.

The married daughter, splashed water, was sent back by her husband's family in such a disgrace. If her brain is not sick, would it be fine. At least she could find a buyer to marry her. The key is that Rong Fuxiang has epilepsy in her brain. Which man would have a second-married woman with epilepsy?

Rong Fuxiang looked at her parents and her brothers, knowing that they didn't know that they were awake yet. Although the reactions of several people were as expected by her, she still felt uncomfortable when she saw them.

"Dad, mother, brother, third brother, I'm here to say goodbye to you!" After saying that, he knelt down in the direction of Master Rong and Mrs. Rong, and kowtowed three times in a row.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was shocked by several people. Mr. Rong opened his mouth and couldn't speak. Mrs. Rong felt sorry for her daughter and hurriedly stepped forward to help her up. The eldest brother of the Rong family felt ashamed, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and smiled awkwardly, "Is sister's illness cured? Why are she back after she recovered?"

"Yes, second sister, since you have recovered, how could Feng Shaotian get along with you? Did you do something wrong to the Feng family?" The third brother of the Rong family spoke up, his attitude was not very good, and he obviously had any objections to her sister.

"No! It's me who wants to divorce Feng Shaotian, it's me who wants to leave their Feng family!" Rong Fuxiang replied faintly. She knew that Rong Laosan was remembering her grudge. Therefore, Rong Laosan was responsible for her own attitude. When something happened to the Rong family, Rong Laosan had asked her, her second sister for help. She was afraid of causing trouble. The couple was not harmonious. She vaguely fooled her and did not give any help to the Rong family. Therefore, even if they swept her out at this moment, she had no complaints.

"What? Fuxiang, marry a chicken and a dog and a dog, how can you be so reckless? Let's go back to Feng's house with me! I personally apologize to Mr. Feng!" This time the person who spoke was the Rong family. He is a typical traditional man and believes that women should die together.

"Dad! Are you afraid that I will cause trouble for the Rong family, so you try your best to push me out?" Rong Fuxiang could no longer help crying, tears of grievance were spinning.

Seeing that the daughter didn't ask whether she was doing well, and when she heard that she wanted to divorce her husband, she didn't ask if she was wronged, she just blamed her and asked her to accommodate her.

"Dad doesn't mean that, Fuxiang—"

"Dad, you need to say nothing. I have decided to go to Nianci'an to be a nun. The past has no ties to me. I will go back to the mansion today to see you. Please take care of your father and mother. My daughter is unfilial!" Rong Fuxiang said and turned around and left.

Mr. Rong wanted to say something, maybe he wanted to keep Rong Fuxiang, but the boss of the Rong family stopped him with his eyes. Mr. Rong sighed and fell on the chair.

Mrs. Rong looked at her daughter who was leaving, and took into account the attitude of her husband and son. Apart from wiping her tears, she could not say a word to keep her.

Rong Fuxiang stayed in Rongfu for less than an hour and had not been walking on the road for a long time. She pawned the only decoration she had on her body, a pair of gold bracelets she wore when she got married with Feng Shaotian, exchanged for silver money, hired a carriage again, and ran towards Nianci's in Xiangzhou City.

She had never felt calm before, and all the troubles were left behind and could not affect her any of them.

Not long after Rong Fuxiang left, Feng Shaotian rode a horse to Rong Mansion with his wounds.

Everyone in the Rong family did not look good when they saw him. Feng Shaotian knew that he was in the wrong and apologized to Mr. Rong and Mrs. Rong, so he asked Rong Fuxiang where he went.

When Rong Fuxiang saw through the world and went to Nianci'an to become a nun, Feng Shaotian had no time to say goodbye to the Rong family, so he turned over and went to Nianci'an.

In Nianci Temple, Rong Fuxiang knelt on the cushion, and a master and a little nie stood beside her.

"Has the female donor thought about it?" The master asked Rong Fuxiang as usual.

"I've thought about it!" Rong Fuxiang's eyes were fixed on the Bodhisattva statue in front of her, and she spoke expressionlessly, "Please, Master!"

This book is from Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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