Feng Lin dropped those words and stood up. The door of the room opened, and the cold wind blew Han Chang and his son back to their senses.

Han Chang half stood up and wanted to stop Feng Lin, but he finally lowered his hand.

Political and moral disputes are inherently inhumane, and it is not uncommon for relatives and friends to become enemies, and for fathers and sons to fall out. There is no way around this.

"Ms. Cheng, why don't you want to leave Beijing?"

Before Han Chang could finish his emotion, he heard Han Yuanchao speak.

At this time, it was not appropriate to continue this topic. He frowned and was about to interrupt his son, but Cheng Jiaoniang had already answered as freely as she had just answered Feng Lin.

"Because I don't want to yet," she said.

Han Yuanchao was familiar with this kind of language. Although his contact with women was limited, it was not unheard of. This kind of language and demeanor of "I won't tell you, guess what, I'm going to do it" was common in correspondence with his fiancée.

But sometimes it makes people smile when they hear it, and sometimes it makes people feel a little depressed.

Such as now.

"My aunt has searched for my wife many times, and bought the house you once rented, and put your name on it." Han Yuanchao said, changing the subject.

"Your aunt did something similar to me." Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking at Han Yuanchao.

His aunt gave him a house as a token of her gratitude, and Madam Cheng gave him Taipingju shares as a token of her gratitude.

"My aunt is just a woman who looks after her husband, raises her children, and manages the house. She doesn't dare to be compared with a lady." Han Yuanchao said.

As soon as these words came out, Han Chang's expression suddenly changed.

"Yuan Dynasty!" he shouted.

Banqin was startled by the shouting and looked at Han Chang with some confusion.

"Is this what the saint taught you?" Han Chang yelled angrily, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang and bending down to salute, "Han Chang is ashamed, the dog is rude."

Han Yuanchao here also bowed his head and saluted following his father's salute.

Cheng Jiaoniang smiled.

"Why are you here today, Master Han?" she asked.

Upon hearing this, Han Chang glared at Han Yuanchao again.

"It's to express my gratitude to my lady, thank you for saving my sister-in-law, thank you for your righteousness in killing the thieves and relieve Panjiang's worries, thank you for taking good care of your dog," he said.

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.

"Okay, I accept your thanks." She said, then looked at Han Yuanchao, "What about you?"

The person who asked was Han Chang, and the one who accepted it also said it was yours. At this time, he looked at Han Yuanchao again, and it turned out that he did not regard them as father and son.

Han Chang naturally understands his son's thoughts, and this young lady obviously understands them too.

Han Chang sighed in his heart again.

Are you also here to drive me out of the capital?"

This is a really rude question.

"No." Han Yuanchao shook his head and said, "Han Jun just disagrees with the lady's actions. As for whether the lady leaves or stays, Han Jun has no intention to interfere."

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.

"Okay, I understand." She said, "Do you have anything else to do?"

They were invited out, or to put it worse, kicked out.

The sound of the door being opened brought Han Chang back to his senses. The cold wind blew in, making him shiver, and he saw clearly that he had returned to the post house.

"Sir." A boy held a few greeting cards in his hand, with a bit of fear.

"Has someone come to send greetings again?" Han Chang asked.

The boy nodded, and in just a short while, he got as many invitations as he had in Panjiang County for a month.

I thought that when I entered the capital, there would be high-ranking officials everywhere, and my master would be like dust when he got here.

Unexpectedly, he was first summoned by the emperor three times in one day, and then received so many greeting cards. The names and materials on the greeting cards made the boy's hands tremble heavily.

"Put it down." Han Chang said, watching the boy respectfully place these greeting cards on several cases.

"Master, people outside are still waiting." The boy reminded again.

Han Chang had no choice but to pick up his pen and start writing a reply, feeling a little regretful that he didn't bring more staff.

After writing these replies, Han Chang asked the servant to deliver them, while he got up and walked out of the house, standing on the porch on the second floor and looking at the heavy snow.

The snow that stopped in the morning started to fall again at noon, and Han Chang was lost in thought again while looking at the snow scene.

It can be imagined that at this time, many people's homes in Beijing were as lively as the heavy snow, talking about the meeting between the ghost judge Feng Lin and Mrs. Cheng.

"Father, has someone sent a greeting card again?" Han Yuanchao's voice sounded behind him.

"There are too many people who want to know what Feng Lin said." Han Chang said.

"Actually, if there is anything to inquire about, I guess everyone will know it tomorrow." Han Yuanchao said.

There was a moment of silence between father and son, both thinking of the scene where Feng Lin just stood up and left after saying those words.

"Ms. Cheng must be feeling very sad," Han Chang said suddenly.

"Father, no one will feel better," Han Yuanchao said.

Would Feng Lin feel better if he repaid his benefactor? And would they feel better if they watched their benefactor die?

How could this happen?

The father and son were silent. The wind swept the snow, interrupting Han Yuanchao's thoughts. He hurriedly reached out to help Han Chang.

"Father, it's cold outside, come in." He said.

Before he finished speaking, he saw a few more people coming downstairs.

"Master Han, Master Han of Suzhou." One of them waved to Han Chang from below.

After entering the palace three times yesterday, Han Chang already recognized this chamberlain. He looked at Han Yuanchao and it seemed that His Majesty the Emperor also wanted to know.

After personally sending his father into the carriage, he and the palace servants galloped away in the wind and snow. Han Yuanchao stood outside the post house, feeling the peeping eyes from all around, and couldn't help but look in one direction.

It's just that she is different from his aunt.

"Xiao Han Xiucai."

Someone said hello at the side. Han Yuanchao quickly looked away and saw three or four people standing there. He raised his hand and saluted with a smile, but turned around and went in without answering.

At this time, the father and son did not dare to make friends easily. Even if they wanted to make friends, they would wait until this matter was over.

This matter should be over soon. But this result...

Han Yuanchao wrapped his cloak tightly and walked upstairs through the wind and snow in the yard.

There was a carriage speeding past on the street, heading straight out of the city. There were eight brave entourages around the carriage, all wearing black hooded and fine-quality hooded cloaks, showing the wealth of the family. In comparison, they were

The crowded carriages seemed a bit cruder.

"I recognize it, that's Mrs. Cheng's carriage."

Someone on the roadside pointed and said.

"Ms. Cheng is used to renting carriages from Wang Laosi's family."

After hearing this, more people gathered around and looked at the carriage on the street that was obviously heading out of the city.

"Are you going out of the city on this snowy day?"

"You are so angry with Feng Lin that you want to relax, right?"

"Isn't Feng Lin angry with her?"

"Perhaps you are leaving the capital?"

The discussion and speculation on the street was blocked by the wind and snow, and Cheng Jiaoniang's carriage had already left the city.

"Madam." Banqin took out another hand stove and handed it to Cheng Jiaoniang.

"It's not that cold." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "It's not cold even if it snows."

Banqin still stuffed the stove under his cloak.

"I know everything my wife says is smart and right, but I still want to do this," she said.

Cheng Jiaoniang smiled.

"Yes, people are obsessed with it. Knowing is one thing, and doing it is another," she said.

The carriage shook, and it was obvious that the road was no longer as smooth as the official road.

Banqin couldn't help but lift the car curtain, and her vision was blurred in the wind and snow.

Where is this going?

Miss Carriage Miles also looked outside.

"I didn't like snowy days before." She said suddenly.
To be continued...