"The man in Yanliu Lane?" Mrs. Feng frowned for a while and thought about it, and after a while, her brows opened again: "You mean Young Master Ji?
I know this person, he is one of He Jingyu's subordinates, once Jingshu and I were riding in a carriage, the horse was suddenly frightened, it was Mr. Ji who tamed the horse for us regardless of the danger, so Jingshu and I were safe and sound. "
Feng Yichen: "..."
Feng Yichen's eyebrows were serious, "When did this happen?"
"A month ago, your father was in better health, so I thought about going to the temple to burn a stick of incense for your father..."
Footsteps sounded, Madam Feng looked up and saw Feng Muyun coming out of the study, her brows and eyes instantly became obsessed, the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously, and she said in a warm voice: "Master, all the favors have been taken care of." Well, the New Year's Eve dinner is already ready..."
Feng Muyun didn't even look at her from the corner of his eye, but looked at Feng Yichen, "Just come back, let's eat."
He looked out the door unwillingly, but he didn't see the figure he wanted to see, and his cloudy eyes were full of disappointment.
Feng Yichen comforted him: "Father, the camp is too busy, I can't get away..."
Mrs. Feng's face was full of displeasure: "It's not that I can't get away, it's obvious that I was obsessed by ghosts and refused to come back, even my father and commander-in-chief didn't want to see him again."
Feng Muyun frowned, too lazy to talk nonsense with Mrs. Feng.
Feng Yichen was used to observing words and expressions, and gave Madam Feng a wink to signal her not to speak.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Feng not only did not restrain herself, but became wronged: "What's wrong with what I said?
Feng Yichen: "..."
No wonder the father-in-law became more and more indifferent to his wife, and he didn't even want to talk more.
There are too many differences between people, but I just don't know what kind of person my mother who passed away is, so that my father can never forget it for more than 20 years.
If she didn't have the same appearance as her mother, the madam might have been rejected by her father long ago.
Feng Muyun looked at Mrs. Feng coldly: "After the New Year's Eve dinner, go back to the ancestral hall and kneel in front of your ancestors to copy the scriptures."
Mrs. Feng: "..."
Mrs. Feng's face changed drastically, and she froze in place.
Originally, he thought that Feng Muyun released her early to deal with the affairs of the mansion because he felt sorry for her and couldn't do without her acknowledging her value in the mansion, but he didn't expect...
Her role is not as good as the housekeeper in the house.
It's just that she was released at the end of the year to act as the facade of the mansion. After all, family ugliness should not be publicized, and Nuo Da's mansion cannot be without a mistress.
That was the little value she had left.
After a while, she turned around slowly, blinked the moisture in her eyes, and went to the restaurant.
Feng Yichen was chatting with Feng Muyun about the camp. It seemed that he wanted to know about Feng Shaojin's situation. Feng Yichen avoided the important and changed the subject: "Have you ever heard of Ji Zongyuan?"
Feng Muyun thought for a while: "I heard Shaojin mentioned this person, what's the matter?"
"He is He Jingyu's person now, and he is very close to Miss He..." Feng Yichen said: "This person is not born very well, but he is extremely capable, and he hangs around in places like Yanliu Lane. …”
Feng Muyun's complexion immediately turned bad: "The He family actually recruited that kind of person?"
Mrs. Feng happened to step through the threshold, and said, "That Mr. Ji, although he came from a bad background, has a good character and is capable, he saved me and Jingshu.
Probably because of this, Mr. He did not care about that person's birth and recruited him here.
It's good that this kind of person can't do bad things in the future with He's family pointing it out. "
Feng Yichen: "..."
Feng Yichen looked at Mrs. Feng after he was seated, and felt an urge to pull the hairpin off her head...