On the wedding day, the husband's family was confiscated and exiled

Shi Shuang explained: "We have targeted many people, but we didn't expect the case to be so complicated. We were afraid of alerting the enemy if we went straight to arrest them, so we could only wait and see."

A moment.

Fengzi drank a cup of tea and sobered up a lot. He sat opposite the two of them, hesitated for a few seconds, and said, "Wait for them? At night? You mean, they will go again at night."

Shi Shuang raised the corner of her mouth, "If I don't go tonight, I will go tomorrow night."

Fengzi didn't understand at all.

"Yes, they didn't light the fire that night, so they definitely won't give up."

"If there is a first time, there will be a second time. Luck is a buff for doing bad things. As long as you are not caught, there will always be a next time." Shi Shuang has always believed this.

Try not to leave anything to chance.

Maybe one time is nothing, but the most terrifying thing is to always rely on luck. If you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet. The bottom line of a person is getting lower and lower in the constant luck.

Afterwards, Feng Zi found an excuse to call Xie Wei away, saying that things between men were not convenient to disclose.

Shi Shuang: "...I seem to be redundant?"

In the study, Xie Wei raised his hand to signal him to sit down, and he saw Feng Huangshen acting mysteriously.

Curiously asked: "Do you have something to tell me?"

"Brother, look what this is?" Feng Zi carefully took out a red velvet box from his arms, placed it on the table, gently opened it and asked.

Xie Wei's eyes flickered slightly, "It looks pretty good. I'm afraid it's something you wear on your finger? A ring?"

As he said this, he stood up and rummaged around for a while, then took out an agate ring and placed it on the table, but the two were of different types.

The styles are one large and one small, with dazzling diamonds on the thin gold circle.

Feng Zi nodded, his eyes full of anticipation for love. Suddenly, he thought of Zhou Yao, the woman who had hesitated at the crossroads of his life.

He explained: "In our place, this thing is called a ring, which can be understood as your jade pendant. It is considered a token of love, worn by both men and women. Usually, when proposing marriage, it is given to the woman."

Xie Wei caught the words.

"Propose? Propose? Tell me, how should I do it?"

"Before getting married, a man proposes by kneeling down on one knee and saying something like, 'I love you, marry me' to the woman he loves. If the woman agrees, they can become husband and wife," Bongzi continued to explain.

There were ripples in Xie Yan's eyes as he looked at the ring in the brocade box.

"Can I still propose after I'm married?"

Feng Zi smiled with satisfaction and said, "Brother, you know what I mean. Proposing is what girls look forward to the most. It is never too late to express your love at any time. But I have a condition. I will plan the proposal."

"Okay, thank you very much." Xie Wei thought for a moment, clasped his fists and bowed, "Everything will be left to the Emperor."

He and A Shuang are from the same place, so he should know how to please girls better. This Feng Huang also seems to be reliable.

"I didn't expect that the Emperor Feng would be so understanding even though he hasn't even married yet."

Fengzi smiled slightly, "Brother, you really know how to hurt my heart."

After leaving the study, Fengzi rode his horse alone to the foot of the mountain. He looked at Zhou Yao's grave and felt a little melancholy.

He held a flower and placed it in front of the grave.

"Zhou Yao, long time no see. I'm here to see you. Do you still remember me? Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye. It's winter here now. It snowed a few days ago. Oh, by the way, I'm doing well in Fengguo. If you're still there..."

Then, Fengzi scratched his head and smiled with relief.

“But there are no ifs.”

Bei Yu heard the voice and came out with a basin. She was surprised to see the person coming. She remembered who the man was and quickly knelt on the ground.

"Your servant pays respect to the Emperor."

"Get up, how is Aunt Zhou?" Feng Zi originally wanted to come quietly and leave quietly. After all, it is inevitable to be sad to see an old friend.

Bei Yu's eyes turned red, "You should go and see it yourself."

"Okay." Feng Zi nodded. He hesitated for a few seconds and decided to go and take a look. He lifted the curtain, and the smell of medicine that hit him in the face almost made him retreat.

But when I think about it, why are there so many medicinal smells?

Bei Yu whispered, "Half a month after the master and the young lady passed away, the lady could no longer hold on. She cried all day and took medicine every day."

"Too sad?"

"Yes, I'm afraid it's even worse than this."

Hearing this, Fengzi walked forward and looked at the woman who was having a nightmare. He called her politely a few times, and when she woke up, he asked with a smile.

"Do you remember me?"

"You are..." Madam Zhou's dull eyes lit up, "You are the one who praised Yaoyao for her beauty... the Emperor Feng."

Bongzi nodded, "It's me."

Bei Yu helped the lady sit up, and she wiped her tears silently. Usually, apart from Madam Xie and the princess, no one else came to visit.

She whispered, "Madam, you should take your medicine."

"Forget it, the taste is too strong. Take it away. It's useless to drink it anyway." Mrs. Zhou smiled bitterly, with a sad look on her face.

Feng Zi felt bad, and he advised: "Aunt Zhou, if you do this, Zhou Yao will not feel good in heaven."

Mrs. Zhou shook her head and said, "Yaoyao must be very disappointed in me. She has never appeared in my dreams for such a long time. If I die, I can see them earlier."

Feng Zi pursed his lips, he didn't know how to coax people.

He took the porcelain bowl, handed it over and said, "Just think of it as for Yaoyao."

Through the crack in the door, Madam Zhou saw her daughter's grave. She took it and drank it without frowning, "Your Majesty, thank you for your concern."

Stayed another afternoon.

After chatting with Mrs. Zhou for a long time and tidying up Zhou Yao's tomb, he rode away on horseback. Looking at the people coming and going on the street, he looked indifferent and was still immersed in sorrow.

Don't worry about the dead.

The only ones left alive are getting sadder day by day.

Feng Zi thought of himself through Mrs. Zhou. He had also experienced the death of his loved ones and had been depressed. It was just a matter of a moment's thought that he couldn't hold on.

boom!

In the narrow alley.

A man fell to the ground.

Fengzi came back to his senses and looked around. "What's going on? How did I get here on horseback?"

On the ground, a woman in ragged clothes fell to the ground and shouted.

"Ouch! My legs, my waist, my arms, they are all broken! Don't you look at the road when you ride? Pay me the money quickly!"

Feng Zi came down, his eyes fell on the woman's clean face, he chuckled and murmured: "It doesn't look real at all, there were also people who did it in ancient times."

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Zhuang Shu saw him approaching and shouted, "Ouch, my hand."

Feng Zi crossed his arms over his chest, looked down at him, and said, "You are touching your head, why are you saying your hand hurts?"

"I, I feel pain all over my body after you hit me. Give me the money quickly, or I will stay with you and won't leave!" Zhuang Shu sat up and frowned.

Fengzi asked, "How much silver do you want?"

Zhuang Shu looked at him and thought he looked like a rich young man. She held out her hand and said, "Twenty taels!"