Fan A then said, "Although Da Sinong's disease cannot be cured, it can be suppressed. As long as it is not allowed to worsen, the mourning hall outside Da Sinong can be demolished."

Ouch!

Feng Yong really wanted to slap him down. Who taught you to breathe so loudly and talk?

Qin Mi stretched his neck: "You mean, I don't have to die?"

Fan A saluted Qin Mi and said, "Da Sinong is a noble person. A noble person has his own nobility and blessings. How can he die so easily?"

Qin Mi laughed loudly, and then suddenly stroked his chest and took a few deep breaths. Feng Yong was so frightened that he ran over to help and patted his back.

Qin Mi regained his breath, pointed at Feng Yong, and then at Fan A, "He is a talkative man, and he is worthy of following a king like you..."

When the old man heard that he didn't have to die, his voice became a little louder.

When Fan A heard this, his face was a little embarrassed - this reputation for clever words was nothing to the prince, but it was not a good thing to say to himself.

However, Feng Yong saw that although Qin Mi's face was filled with joy, he looked a little tired, so he quickly let Qin Yuan in who had been waiting outside for a long time.

When Qin Yuan heard the great news that his father did not have to die immediately, his hands and feet began to tremble.

With tears shining in his eyes, he bowed deeply to Feng Yong and said with a bit of sobs, "Thank you so much, Lord, for your kindness!"

"Medicine can cure diseases. This is God's wish for Da Sinong to enjoy more blessings. I just happened to be lucky enough to do so."

Feng Yong quickly helped him up.

He asked Fan A to tell the Qin family father and son about the precautions and write down the prescription. Then Feng Yong and his men prepared to return to Zhuangzi.

When walking through the courtyard, Feng Yong saw someone crying secretly in a corner of the mourning hall. He couldn't help but said, "Master Qin, can this be withdrawn?"

Qin Yuan, who personally escorted Feng Yong out, said repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I will withdraw immediately!"

After saying that, he turned around and yelled, "Tear it down! Hurry up and tear down all these unlucky things! You, I'm talking about you, I haven't left yet, what are you howling for? Get out!"

Unlike the cowering appearance in front of Qin Mi, the eldest son of Qin felt so relieved when he learned that his father had not succeeded in his death wish, so he also showed his domineering attitude in front of other people in the house.

After shouting these words, Qin Yuan turned to Feng Yong and apologized, "The people in the house are incompetent and have made the king laugh."

Well, your father said the same thing about you just now, do you still remember?

Feng Yongqian laughed, "They are all worried about Da Sinong's condition, but they are really serious."

On the other hand, those who had been paying attention since Feng Yong entered the Qin Mansion were shocked when they saw this scene: What did Feng Mingwen say to Da Sinong? How could he make the eldest son of the Qin Mansion so obedient?

Could it be...

Thinking like this, his eyes towards Feng Yong became a little complicated.

In the end, Feng Yong did not go to see the people next door to Qin Mi's ward.

As long as Lao Qin doesn't have to die, it doesn't make any difference whether he sees him or not.

More importantly, although Lao Qin didn't say it clearly, Feng Yong could guess that there must be some aristocratic families in Shu who were ready to place bets.

Let Lao Qin talk to Old Demon Zhuge about this matter by himself, Feng Yong is not going to get involved.

The most important thing for me now is to seize the time to prepare for marriage.

After Najib is accepted, there comes the period of collecting taxes and applying.

Those who accept the levy will send a betrothal gift to the woman's family.

According to ancient etiquette, Jiang Wan sent five pieces of crimson silk and two deer skins to the Guan family - the rest was given by Feng Yong himself on the day of welcoming the new year.

The request period is to inform the woman of the chosen date of marriage.

Just when Guanfu in Jincheng and Fengzhuang outside the city were immersed in joy, a motorcade was quietly coming out of Jincheng. When passing Fengzhuang, it suddenly stopped.

The carriage in the middle lifted the curtain, revealing a sad little face, looking at Fengzhuang not far away with some infatuation.

Zhuangzi remained as peaceful and quiet as ever.

But under the willow tree by the river, I didn't see that familiar figure.

My vision began to blur for some reason, as if the willow whistle and the weird singing were ringing in my ears again.

"The pond is full and the rain has stopped..."

Zhang Xingyi softly hummed a song that no one could understand.

The usually clear voice has become a little hoarse for some reason at this time.

Big tears finally fell down.

Farewell, Brother Feng...

There is one thing that I have never told you. In fact, when you were lying under the tree and sleeping, I was the one who woke you up with weeds...

After a long time, Zhang Xingyi bit her lower lip and uttered two words with difficulty: "Let's go."

After she finished speaking, she made up her mind and lowered the curtain. She seemed to have been drained of all her strength in the carriage at the same time, and she suddenly sat there paralyzed.

The convoy began to set off again, driving slowly but unstoppably towards Hanzhong.

"Captain Lu, did you hear that just now?"

In a hidden place at the entrance of Zhuangzi, Lu Laozu and a group of people were watching the motorcade go away.

"What did you hear?"

"I thought I heard someone singing just now."

"Snapped!"

Old Soldier Lu slapped his subordinate on the head and cursed, "Did you sneak into the cave behind Zhuangzi to look for your servant girl last night?"

"Captain Lu, then... isn't Mrs. Amei also a daughter-in-law..."

Before he finished speaking, Old Soldier Lu slapped him again and cursed, "Is this what I'm talking about? The sentries are hearing hallucinations, are you looking for death? Don't you know that this is the critical moment for the master? Something went wrong.

See if I don’t beat you to death!”

"No, Captain Lu, I seemed to have really heard it just now..."

"Pah! Talk back!"

"Don't fight, don't fight, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

The men had no choice but to change their words and beg for mercy again and again.

"That's pretty much it. Just cheer me up!"

"What are you arguing about?"

At some point, Butler Zhao wandered over with his hands behind his back and asked.

"Hey, it's the housekeeper. It's okay. This little guy is lazy and I'm teaching him a lesson."

Old soldier Lu said quickly.

Butler Zhao nodded, pointed to the men who had been taught a lesson, and said, "This Captain Lu is a man who has actually fought on the battlefield. If he gives you some advice, you will know if you really encounter a life-and-death struggle in the future."

I have to thank them."

"Yes! Uncle Zhao taught you a lesson."

After being lectured by the second-largest man in the Hou family, no one dared to stab him, so he quickly nodded to show that he had listened.

At the same time, he also muttered in his heart, did he really hear it wrong? But why did he always feel that he had heard that song somewhere...

At this time, he suddenly felt a little wet on his face. When he raised his head, the sky started to rain again.

The wheels of the car squeaked and turned, a gust of wind blew by, and the coolness drifted into the car, along with some moisture. When Zhang Xingyi came back to his senses, he felt that the car suddenly stopped again.

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Xingyi felt a little irritable, raised the car curtain, and spoke a little harshly.

"Go back to my wife, a car broke down in front and blocked the road."

The servant quickly passed on the news.

"Tell them to move their cars to the side and out of the way."

Zhang Xingyi said angrily.

"Uh... Madam, you are not from our family."

The servant glanced behind him with some embarrassment, "The owner of that house has come over in person to apologize."

Jiang Bin stood not far away with the same awkward expression, looking over here.

All I saw was a young lady with starry eyes, willowy eyebrows, red lips and green teeth. Although only one face was exposed, people could already imagine her romantic charm.

Even Jiang Bin, who abides by the etiquette of a gentleman, couldn't help but secretly praise: What a beautiful young lady. It seems that only this kind of woman can be worthy of Feng Junhou's article about the beauty of the moon.

Zhang Xingyi felt something and looked up at Jiang Bin.

"Jiang Bin has met Mrs. Zhang. The driver of the damaged car in front was the one who got off. I'm really sorry for delaying Mrs. Zhang's trip."

Jiang Bin stepped forward and saluted.

He had already asked before coming here and knew that this was the convoy of the Xixiang Marquis Mansion.
To be continued...