Hearing this, Feng Muyun had no choice but to force herself to sit up from the sick bed, and was supported by Mrs. Feng to receive He Changqing.
After the polite ceremony, He Changqing turned to the main topic: "Brother Feng, please mourn, no one would have expected such a thing to happen. If Shaoqing is safe and sound, after returning, our two families will already be in-laws, hey!"
Feng Muyun's face was sickly and pale, and he looked at He Changqing silently without making a sound.
Seeing that Feng Muyun didn't answer, He Changqing took a look outside, "Brother Feng, the news that Jingshu promised the Feng family has spread, and the marriage between our two families..."
Feng Muyun interrupted He Changqing's words: "Brother He, my son just passed away, and I really don't have the heart to think about these things. At least let Shaoqing wait until the first seven days."
He Changqing picked up the teacup and took a sip, cleared his throat: "I originally thought so too, but these people who came today don't seem to think so, they want to know what the Feng family is planning.
Brother Feng, you also know that now that the Orientals are invading, if these people are not allowed to take a reassurance, the forces that have been twisted together with great difficulty will become a mess..."
Feng Muyun looked coldly at the people who came to mourn with He Changqing, his chest rose and fell with anger, and he gasped.
In the face of the national crisis and Shaoqing's death, these people are like weeds on the wall, fearing that their own interests will be lost in the slightest, they can't wait to follow He Changqing to Feng's family to inquire about news.
Seeing this, Mrs. Feng took a look outside, and said thoughtfully, "The eldest lady of the He family, He Jingshu, is well educated and reasonable, and she is the daughter-in-law of our He family.
It is our Shaoqing who is unlucky..."
He Changqing put down the cup, "The marriage of Feng He's family was decided by the elders at the beginning. If Mrs. Feng really likes our Jing Shu, she can still marry Jing Shu in as her daughter-in-law."
He raised his finger and pointed outside the door: "I think Jingshu seems to care about Shaojin."
Mrs. Feng and Feng Muyun looked at each other: "This..."
Shaoqing had just died, and the He family was about to give their daughter to Shaojin, which was too inappropriate.
He Changqing said again: "Jingshu and Shaoqing are not destined to be together. Even when they got engaged, Shaoqing kept pushing back and forth. I didn't have time to do it. I'm afraid it was destined..."
Feng Muyun and Mrs. Feng immediately understood what He Changqing meant.
This is a disguised form of forcing Feng Shaojin of the Feng family to marry He Jingshu of the He family.
Mrs. Feng looked at Feng Muyun in embarrassment: "But... if Shaoqing has a woman he likes, wouldn't he be wronged by Miss He?"
He Changqing's tone was full of disdain: "We Jingshu is open-minded, and we are not people who cannot tolerate it. Besides, in this world, which man does not have three wives and four concubines?
Even if you didn't carry people into the house, you still raised people outside. "
Mrs. Feng was speechless by He Changqing's words.
He Changqing said again: "Before the elder died, he only said that the Feng family and the He family should marry each other, but he didn't specify who the eldest daughter of my He family would marry. Now it seems that it is not against the elder's wishes."
Mrs. Feng looked at He Jingshu standing beside Feng Shaojin, and at Feng Muyun who was tortured by grief and illness, and after listening to what He Changqing said, she thought for a moment and made a decision: "Shaojin is here Kneeling in the mourning hall for three whole days, not a drop of water or rice, if I continue to kneel, I am afraid that I will not be able to support it anymore, so I should send some food to persuade him to eat."
She told the woman next to her: "I think Jing Shu is a sweet and sweet girl, you ask her to bring me a bowl of West Lake beef soup to Shaojin."