"It's hard to repay the grace of saving your life, where do slaves and maids dare to accept this thing from their wives. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Yuan Hairpin paused, bowed to Feng Jiwen, and said: "It's just that the slave maid's ability is limited, and all she can do is to pass some useless news to his wife." ”

Feng Jiwen was not a person who was invited by grace, but she was more busy and didn't dare to ask someone to handle it easily, so she said with a slight gratitude: "So I thanked you first." ”

Yuan Hairpin dodged her sideways salute, lowered her eyes and said, "Be polite to Mrs." ”

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With the help promised by Yuan Hairpin, Feng Jiwen's heart was a little calmer, and after leaving Jingren Palace, when she passed near Ying Tingxuan, she remembered that she hadn't seen Wang Liyun for some days.

In addition, the situation of the concubine in the palace was still not very assured, so I wanted to try to see if I could get some more detailed information from Wang Liyun, so I wanted to go in and take a look.

But before he came to the front of the hospital, he saw two rows of palace maids and eunuchs guarding both sides of the gate from a distance, which was very different from the cold and deserted in the past.

There was also a bright yellow chariot parked on the other side.

Feng Jiwen guessed in her heart that this formation must be the emperor coming to Yingting Xuan, although she was a little surprised, she immediately stopped and stopped stepping forward.

Qianlong is here today, it is inconvenient for her to come forward, and it is not too late to come back to visit Wang Liyun next time.

It's just that he just turned around with the two maids of Xiaoxing Xiaoxian, and suddenly saw a little eunuch hurriedly walking by himself, although he hung his head, Feng Jiwen unfortunately saw his appearance clearly.

Although the little eunuch was ordinary, she had a black mole the size of a soybean on her right cheek, so she had some impressions—if she remembered correctly, she had seen it several times in Jingren Palace.

She subconsciously looked back in Ying Tingxuan's direction.

"Madam, is there anything wrong?" Xiao Xian couldn't help but ask when she saw her frequently turning around, not knowing what she was thinking.

Feng Jiwen shook her head.

She was just thinking, there are deceitful people in this palace, there are ears and eyes everywhere, it is really dangerous, if she sees Wang Liyun next time, she needs to be reminded to be more vigilant.

Under the guidance of the palace people, the master and servant left the Forbidden City.

At this time, the sky was already darkening, and the sky was gray overhead, and the sky was extremely low, and although there was no wind, it was also extremely cold.

Xiaoxian helped Feng Jiwen into the carriage.

The carriage drove along the Wubu Road in the direction of Zhengyangmen, and in the blink of an eye, the snow fell.

Knowing that his wife has always liked snow days, Xiaoxian said with a little smile on her face: "There is snow along the way, and my wife doesn't have to be afraid of being bored and panicking along the way." ”

Feng Jiwen really didn't feel bored along the way.

But not because there was a snow scene to enjoy, but because of the snow nest on the street of Wat Pho, I found a drunk man who didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

At that time, because Uncle Ji stopped the carriage and asked, Feng Jiwen asked him to go forward to check.

Unexpectedly, I heard Uncle Ji say-

"Madam, this seems to be the third son of Fu Heng's mansion!"

Feng Jiwen opened the carriage curtain in surprise to take a look.

At this time, the sky was dark, the light was not good, and she only vaguely saw a black shadow in the snow nest, and because she didn't know what the situation was, she hurriedly asked, "Can you still catch your breath?"

The snort was still hot, and the slave smelled the smell of the wine all over his body, thinking that he was drunk. Uncle Ji finished his words and said: "It's just that there are still some slight injuries on the face, I don't know if I fell-"

Feng Jiwen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

It's good that people are still alive.

Although she didn't deal with Fukangan, she was far from expecting him to lose his life, and if she really bumped into such a thing, not only would she be unlucky, but it would be strange and troublesome to confess back and forth to the yamen.

"Uncle Ji, you go to Fu Heng's mansion, inform Mrs. Fu Heng of this matter, and ask her to send someone to carry the third prince of Fu back. Feng Jiwen commanded.

Even if you see it, you can't ignore it, if you really lie in this snow nest for a drunken person all night, the impact on the city's appearance is secondary, and I am afraid that I will even lose my life when the time comes.

And the reason why he didn't directly carry people into the carriage and send them back to Fu Heng's mansion was that he was afraid that he would vomit in the carriage in a mess, but the other was to avoid suspicion.

Before she left the cabinet, she had a lot of entanglements with Fukangan, if she rode in the same carriage with him who didn't know about personnel, whether the subordinates in Fu Heng's mansion could manage their mouths well, and if he found himself with revenge at that time, suspecting that she took the opportunity to be a thief to him and plotted against him, it would inevitably be too much to gain and lose.

After Uncle Ji left, Feng Jiwen and the others waited in the same place for nearly half an hour before waiting for the people in Fu Heng's mansion to come over.

The person who came was Fuying.

He drove a carriage with an oil wall, jumped off the driver's seat with an anxious face, and saw Feng Jiwen's master and servant standing in front of a closed shop on the side of the street to avoid the snow, so he hurriedly trotted forward to beat Qian'er and bent down to salute, and asked, "Dare to ask Mrs. He, where is my third master now?"

Feng Jiwen was wrapped in an autumn-colored cotton satin brocade outside, and she was still holding a hand stove in her arms, but her cheeks were still red from the cold, and when she saw that she was finally waiting for someone to come, she said, "Oh, it's there, hurry up and carry the person back——"

Fu Ying looked in the direction of her chin, and couldn't help but widen her eyes.

Isn't the one lying in the snow nest his own father?

It's still snowing, and there's no one to help him up......

His poor lord.

Fu Ying approached with an aggrieved face.

When I got closer, I saw that my grandfather was lying flat in the snow nest, and his posture was very upright, and he was covered with a thick velvet blanket to keep out the snow.

That's it......

With the bad attitude of his grandfather and his wife, he and his wife saw his father drunk and unconscious on the side of the street along the way, so he didn't come forward to kick his feet, but asked people to go to Fu Heng's Mansion to tell him, and he also covered his father with a blanket with great mercy, which can be called benevolence and righteousness.

At this time, Uncle Ji, who was driving the carriage to Fu Heng's Mansion to deliver the message, also came back after him.

At Feng Jiwen's suggestion, he helped Fu Ying carry Fu Kangan into the carriage of Fu Heng's mansion.

Fu Ying thanked Feng Jiwen again and again before driving away.

On the way back to Yinglian's Mansion, Xiaoxian couldn't help but say, "How can this Fu Sangongzi be so drunk like this? ”

The street is located in the middle of nowhere, and few people pass by at night, and the weather is like this, if there is really something wrong...... I'm afraid it's too late to regret it.

Feng Jiwen didn't say anything, and only sighed hot air into the cold palm again.

Xindao: Fukangan must be in a bad mood, so he went out alone to buy drunk.

Mrs. Fu Heng really did what she said, it was only a day, and she had already taken off this hot potato.

As a result, many people will soon have to stay awake at night.

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