Among Feng Muyun's three sons, Feng Shaoqing, who loves the most, is gentle and has a bottom line, and Feng Shaojin, who is the most rebellious, is the most capable but also the most assertive, and has never been easily controlled by others.
And Feng Yichen, who has been neglected and grown up, has no ambitions for power. The two brothers above have taken on all the responsibilities and burdens of the Feng family for him. He is immersed in his favorite field of medicine, living freely and freely. The most filial piety.
Ever since he was a child, Feng Yichen had never spoken to Feng Muyun in such a harsh tone, let alone opposed Feng Muyun's decision.
Feng Muyun became angry from embarrassment, trembling with anger.
Mrs. Feng supported Feng Muyun: "Yichen, your father-in-law just accidentally did something wrong, how could you talk to him in such a tone."
Feng Yichen went upstairs without looking back, and said: "After midnight, there will be guards to escort you away, you can figure it out."
Mrs. Feng: "..."
Madam Feng turned around and looked at Feng Muyun with a gloomy face: "Master, you can do whatever you want, and I will help you."
Feng Yichen slept for two hours before being woken up by the housekeeper. He got up, changed his clothes, opened the drawer, hid two guns in his bosom, put on his cloak, and strode downstairs.
"Where are the master and madam? Are you up?" Feng Yichen stood in the hall, looking at the parked carriage outside through the dim light.
"Get up." The butler asked, "Master, do you want to ride a horse or a carriage?"
"Ride the horse." Feng Yichen strode out of the hall, got on his horse, and waited for Mrs. Feng and Feng Muyun to come out.
Feng Muyun was wearing an inconspicuous blue gown, suffering from years of illness, making him look like an ordinary old man in his dying years.
Mrs. Feng changed into a black and gray inconspicuous cheongsam, and wore a white fringed shawl. Her gray hair was simply pulled up, and an ordinary peach wood hairpin was inserted, and no makeup was applied on her face.
At a glance, they looked like a pair of simple and unpretentious old husband and wife.
Mrs. Feng helped Feng Muyun into the carriage, Feng Yichen turned the horse's head around, escorted the carriage with his guards, and set off.
The carriage left Cloud City, and the sky was getting brighter. In late autumn, it was foggy, and the exhaled breath condensed into white mist in the lights at the entrances of inns and restaurants along the way.
The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Madam Feng's voice came: "Yichen, we have been riding in the carriage for several hours, and your father and I are about to be shaken apart, find a place to have some morning tea, Take a break."
Feng Yichen looked at the sky and thought it was still early, so he agreed.
The guards knocked on a shop and ordered hot tea and radish and miscellaneous grain buns, which quickly filled up the seats downstairs. Feng Yichen took Feng Muyun and Mrs. Feng up to the private room upstairs.
Feng Muyun ate half of it and held down her stomach.
Mrs. Feng quickly stood up: "What's the matter, did you spoil your stomach from eating last night?"
Feng Muyun waved his hand: "You guys eat first, I'll go downstairs."
Feng Yichen followed Feng Muyun downstairs, checked the situation around the store, found nothing unusual, and returned to the private room.
After breakfast, Feng Muyun went to the toilet downstairs three times. Seeing that Feng Muyun's complexion was getting worse, Feng Yichen couldn't bear it, so he asked the owner of the shop and went to a nearby pharmacy to pick out the herbs himself.
If Feng Muyun's diarrhea cannot be cured, it will be troublesome to board the boat.
Feng Yichen was picking and picking in the small pharmacy, and finally found a few suitable herbs. After paying the money, he twisted the bag and was about to leave when he heard a "bang" gunshot...