Fu Bo took Mrs. An to the main courtyard, and opened the door tremblingly, and said as he opened the door: "Miss, on the day you left, the servants sent someone to clean it every day. Take a look, is there anything else you need? If there is anything you need, tell the minions, and the minions will buy them immediately. ”

"Nothing needed." Mrs. An, it shouldn't be Song Nuan, the eldest lady of the Song family, gave him a smile back, "Fu Bo is bothered, you go down to rest first, I will call if there is anything." ”

"Miss is polite." Seeing Song Nuan like this, Fu Bo hurriedly returned a salute, "Miss have a good rest, and the slave will retire." ”

With that, he left here.

Song Nuan saw Fu Bo leave, went directly into his room, and then closed the door.

The other end.

As soon as Fu Bo walked out of the courtyard, he saw a few maids from the county lord's mansion coming over.

A maid looked at Fauber with a worried face, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. She gritted her teeth, and after thinking about it for a while, she finally opened her mouth, only to hear her: "Fubo, you have also heard about the things outside. County Lord, County Lord, is she okay? ”

The outside thing that the maid said was that An Xian was killed, An Jia's house was raided, and the man was enslaved on the frontier.

An Xian did a lot of bad things during his lifetime, but people didn't dare to say it because of his official authority. But now it's different, An Xian is dead, An Jia is dead, all the men are going to the border, and it's too late for everyone to clap their hands to celebrate.

The people in the county lord's mansion have no enmity with An Xian, so naturally they will not be idle and have nothing to do with outsiders to scold An Xian. Besides, his own lady is An Xian's original wife, and she gave birth to a son for him. Even if you don't have feelings, it's impossible to tolerate abuse from those around you.

What's more, she also has a son who is inextricably linked with An Xian.

The maid thinks so, purely because she thinks too much. Song Nuan is Mrs. An Xian, it's good, they have an emotional foundation, which is also good. But the couple had long since pulled out of their original love for each other. Now Song Nuan only has hatred for An Xian.

Since he only has hatred for An Xian, how can he not let his subordinates mention what An Xian did before? She should hope that her subordinates will mention it every day, and then the eighteenth generation of An Xian's ancestors will scold him with blood, which has eliminated the hatred in his heart.

"As long as we don't bring it up, it's fine." Fu Bo has been staying in the county lord's mansion since Song Nuan got married, and he did not marry into Anfu as Song Nuan, so he didn't know what life Song Nuan had lived before, but naively thought that An Xian was very good to her, so he would have this kind of thing as long as we don't mention it.

If he knew what An Xian did to his young lady, would he still think that as long as he didn't mention it, he would be fine? Apparently not.

Fu Bo is the steward, and he is the highest-ranking person in the county lord's mansion except for the county lord. These ordinary subordinates naturally want to listen to him.

Everyone bowed their heads and said tacitly, "The slave knows." ”

"Now that you know, step back and go your separate ways." Seeing that everyone understood, Fu Bo didn't say much, and after a few reprimands, he returned to the place where he usually worked.

The other end.

Song Nuan returned to his own house in the county lord's mansion after a long absence. The house is the same as before, nothing has changed. Dressing boxes, mirrors, old jewelry, porcelain are still in place. She caressed the various ornaments, and a smile of incomprehension appeared on her face. Just as I was about to go to rest on the collapse of the recent events, a pigeon flew out of the window.

Song Nuan was stunned when she saw the pigeon, and then the corners of her mouth raised a touch of joy, she didn't care about anything else, and walked to the window in three steps and five steps.

"Jing'er! It must be a letter from Xin'er! Song Nuan was pleasantly surprised, took out the things tied to the pigeon's legs, and opened the letter tremblingly.

As she expected, this letter was indeed written by her precious son An Xun, and there was only one sentence written on the letter: "Mother, since you have promised Master Jiang to help him in the position of the prince, then you must complete it." Also, everything is fine, don't read it. ”

An Xun is kind and honest, and his popularity was very good when he was in Anfu. Those maids and girls like him very much. Since you can eat so well at home, you must be the same when you go to the countryside. As for what was written in the letter, it was probably because he listened to what Jiang Huan's subordinates said, and he didn't want to owe him favors, so he would say so in the letter.

That's it, just help him once. The officials under his father also know each other, An Xian is dead, they should sell some of their face and let Jiang Huan sit in the position of Taifu.

But now she is sleepy, too lazy to go outside to find someone, and will talk about it when she wakes up.

Song Nuan made up her mind and fell asleep like this.

The other end.

After a long journey of five or six days, Lin Feng and his party finally arrived at the frontier.

The frontier is bitterly cold, surrounded by desert, and I finally saw the grass, which is still very dry and yellow. When the An family saw this scene, they were so frightened that they couldn't stand steadily, so they knelt directly on the ground, but they didn't kneel for a while, and got up again.

This was not because of anything else, but because it was morning when they arrived, and the temperature was very high, and Lin Feng and the few people who were sitting on the horses were so hot that they couldn't do it, let alone those of them who walked on their legs. No, after only a few steps, several prisoners with poor physical strength fell to the ground.

"Get up." Seeing the person landing, several guards instinctively reached out to help.

"Bear with me, everybody." Lin Feng sighed helplessly when he saw the few people who were being helped up, but were still crumbling, "I'll be in the tent soon." When they arrived at the tent, they had water and food to eat. ”

Lin Feng said, leaving the dust. When the people saw their deputy leader departing, they followed with them.

Soon they were in the tent.

"Childe is from the capital?" The soldiers guarding the camp saw that Lin Feng and his party were wearing black robes and taking prisoners with them, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Yes." Lin Feng bowed his head, "Lin Feng, the deputy leader of the Imperial Forest Army in the capital, was ordered by the leader to bring the prisoners into the frontier as slaves, this is my certificate. ”

Lin Feng said, taking out something from his arms.

Seeing that what was written on it was exactly what Lin Feng said, the guard immediately returned the thing to him.

"My subordinates will go in and report it, deputy leader, please wait a moment." The guard said so, and entered the tent. After a few seconds, he walked out again.

"General, please come in."

"There is labor." Lin Feng said, jumped off the horse he was riding, and walked into the camp.

As soon as Lin Feng entered the house, he saw the person who was bowing his head to deal with official business.

"Lin Feng, the leader of the guards in the capital, has seen the general."

"No courtesy." The man known as the general put down the pen in his hand and looked up at Lin Feng.

"General Xie." Lin Feng raised his head as he said, but he was stunned when he saw the person in front of him, "Bai An? ”

(End of chapter)