Lengluo appeared, which shows the seriousness of the matter.
"The master asked me to tell you to be careful later and don't admit whatever others say." lengluo reminded.
She suddenly said such a strange sentence, coupled with the eyes of others, Feng Jiuxi felt even worse.
Feng Jiuxi didn't have time to ask more questions. A group of people from Feng family's ancestral hall came to invite her.
Looking at the people in front of him, the steamed stuffed bun immediately blocked Feng Jiuxi's body, "Mom, don't be afraid!"
Feng Jiuxi picked up the little man in front of him, and then handed it to Biyun regardless of his struggle. He didn't forget to say to the little steamed stuffed bun, "your mother will come back when she goes. Don't worry, there's your grandfather there. No one can bully your mother."
After comforting him, Feng Jiuxi turned to Biyun and said, "help me take care of him first."
"Don't worry, miss, you should be careful too." then Biyun worried and went back first with the steamed stuffed bun.
Feng Jiuxi took a deep breath, and then followed someone. She bypassed large and small bends and finally came to the ancestral hall.
This ancestral temple is in Feng's house. Only great things will open.
Today, all the family elders, big and small, including some younger generation of the collateral, are gathered in the ancestral hall.
As soon as Feng Jiuxi appeared, the most excited thing was Feng Wenyu. He quickly pointed to her and said, "look, my third sister didn't run away from sin! Isn't she back!"
Feng Yuntian met her quickly, and her eyes trembled when she saw her arm.
"Dad, what's going on?"
Feng Jiuxi looked around the hall, as if all the people of the Feng family were present today.
A shoulder pole was placed in the middle of the hall. On it lay a man, covered with white cloth.
Feng Taiyong spread beside the white cloth and cried, "my good daughter, why did you leave your father like this?"
Actually dead? Feng Jiuxi thought in surprise and didn't notice that Feng Yuntian came over and wanted to cover her injury.
Just what you're afraid of.
"Look at her arm! It looks like she's hurt!" Feng Taiyong keenly caught the abnormality on her arm and drew everyone's attention with his cry.
When she saw the new injury on her arm, there was more discussion on the court.
Feng Yuntian asked in a worried voice, "how did you get hurt?"
"Today, I went out to accompany Zi Yan gradually, but I suddenly encountered an attack. My arm was drawn down by the assassin." Feng Jiuxi said seriously word by word.
Feng Yuntian was worried immediately when he heard the speech. "What's the matter? How can there be an assassin! Do you know who ordered it, Dad, go and avenge you!"
Feng Jiuxi shook her head. She was telling the truth, but there were loopholes everywhere in the ears of those who were interested,
"Hehe, what a coincidence! Why did Jia'er stab you to death as soon as you went out? And why did you just get hurt? It's all too coincidental. Something's wrong!" Feng Taiyong roared.
Feng Jiuxi looked at it silently. Because of Feng Taiyong's words, several elders suddenly became serious and said, "what's wrong?"
"Of course! My Jia'er was killed by a sharp weapon! If you have the ability, let's see if your wound was also hurt by a sharp weapon!" Feng Taiyong stretched out her finger to the wound wrapped by Feng Jiuxi.
All this, as if rehearsed in advance.