Feng Xing

Fang Fengsheng happened to be in a hurry, and it happened to be the lecture every three months in the Shaoxing Guild Hall.

This lecture is organized by the guild hall and presided over by a local Shaoxing native of high morals and prestige. Both newcomers and old people are welcome to participate, to exchange ideas and learn from each other.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it means that everyone learns from each other's experience, and by the way, exchanges each other's feelings and various gossip.

This kind of communication is also divided into grades. A nameless newcomer like Fang Fengsheng just listens to the excitement outside, and communicates with her at a similar level. Upwards, it is divided according to the rank of the chief of the screen, so she can't reach it yet. that level.

All in all, even the multi-day hall was very lively.

Fang Fengsheng is a new face, but she is humble and polite, studious and inquisitive, very active, coupled with her authentic Shaoxing local dialect, everyone in the guild hall regards him as a newcomer. In just two or three days, everyone in the Master's Gang from Shaoxing knew that there was a newcomer in the guild hall. Although he wanted to show off, he was indeed talented, and he must have a bright future in the future.

Hou Fei also knew the news, and he also knew the person's name, Fang Fengfu.

…

"The younger generation has been taught." Feng Sheng said, bowing in salute.

The old man standing in front of him waved his hand: "It's nothing."

At this time, a young man in a blue robe and a cap with melon skin came over.

"Mr. Fang, can I take a step to speak?"

Feng Sheng nodded to the old man, followed the young man to the side: "I don't know what's the matter?"

"My master invited the young master to go."

"I don't know if your master is—"

"My master is Master Futai's master, Master Hou."

…

It can be seen that Master Hou has a lot of face in the Yangzhou magistrate's yamen, and Fang Fengsheng entered the area where the second hall of the magistrate's yamen was unimpeded, relying only on the guidance of this young man in green.

This is an important office space in the government office. In addition to the second hall "Tuisi Hall", there are book slip rooms on the left and right, draft room, reception office, signing office, etc. Master Hou has a small courtyard on the west side as his office here.

Needless to say, the layout of the government office is full of grandeur and majesty.

Fang Fengsheng was ushered into the Xiaokua courtyard, and before entering the main hall gate, he saw an old man standing with his back in the hall.

This person is Hou Fei.

He has an acquaintance with Fang Yan for eight worships, and once served as Fang Fengsheng's teacher and taught her for half a year.

Feeling someone coming in, Hou Fei turned around.

He looked about forty years old, with a thin face, three beards, and a gloomy look between his eyebrows.

"You came?"

I don't know when, the young man has retreated and closed the door, and there are only two of them in the hall.

Fragments of sunlight shone in through the panes of the door, casting circles of light on the ground, swirling tiny dust.

Feng Sheng didn't know what to say for a while, if she had done it before, she would have stepped forward with joy to say Uncle Hou, or Mr., but now—

"I guessed that you were coming, sooner or later, but I didn't expect you to come. Sit down."

Hou Fei sat down on the grand master's chair, Feng Sheng hesitated, and chose the one at the end.

"You came to Yangzhou instead of looking for me because Ah Yu said that I would not see him behind closed doors?"

Feng Sheng glanced at the other party, nodded: "Yes."

"Do you think I'm afraid of being implicated by your father, so I don't see you behind closed doors?"

"Yes."

"You went to the Shaoxing Guild Hall to show off, to attract me?"

"Yes."

These three things in a row made Feng Sheng's eyes gradually change, maybe he was hesitant before, but now he looked straight and clear.

Why?

That's all she said in her eyes.

Maybe other people are alone, Feng Sheng can understand, but Hou Fei, she can't.

Hou Fei and Fang Yan have known each other for decades, and the two families are friends of eight worshippers, and they grew up together since childhood. The two can be the assistant for the prefect of Yangzhou, and the assistant for the salt transport envoy, and they cannot do without each other's support. Especially Hou Fei is Fang Fengsheng's closest uncle, elder, and husband, so she can't understand.

With a wry smile, Hou Fei's mouth was full of bitterness: "It's too fast, it's too fast, it caught me off guard, and it scared me too fast."

"You mean something happened to my father?"

Hou Fei let out a long sigh, and stood up: "As a local government office, the government office doesn't know, but when we don't know, the official office and the house of the three-grade and two-huai salt transportation envoy were all confiscated. I once asked Lord Du, and he said, don’t ask, don’t look, don’t listen, don’t speak.”

"All of this made me terrified, so A Yu came to the door, but I didn't show up. I know you will feel resentful in your heart, so go ahead and complain, but there is one thing I want to say—" He looked at Feng Sheng with deep eyes : "Go back, don't investigate, don't get involved in those things, your father is just a daughter like you, I don't want to watch you lose your life."

"Because my father is just my daughter, I can't sit idly by."

"Then what can you do? Feng Sheng, you are indeed as smart as a man. If you are a man, you must have achieved more than me and your father. We can't fight against all that, and the existence of all that may be beyond our reach in our lifetime."

"Uncle Hou, what do you know?"

Hou Fei shook his head, sat down on the chair, put his hands on his knees, and looked blankly.

"I don't know what, I just feel that this is an unshakable giant. Compared with it, we are ants, and we will be smashed to pieces in an instant."

The hall became quiet, a kind of stagnation that made people breathless.

Hou Fei straightened up and smiled at Feng Sheng: "Okay, you go back to Shaoxing. Since you are married, you should live your life well. Presumably your father doesn't want you to get involved in these things."

"Uncle Hou, I'm divorced."

"you-"

"No matter what, even if I spend my whole life, I will reverse the case for my father, let him be acquitted, make the crimes of the perpetrator public, and let him receive the punishment he deserves."

"You! What an idiot!"

Hou Fei couldn't persuade Fang Fengsheng, and he was busy with official duties, so he sent Fengsheng out.

"No matter what, thank you Uncle Hou for your vigilance."

Hou Fei sighed and didn't speak.

Feng Sheng turned to leave, but at the same time as she was taking steps, she saw a familiar figure and subconsciously turned around again.

The man was dressed in a half-worn green robe, followed by a bookboy. He had just come out of the living room on the west side of the second hall, and was being ushered out.

"What's wrong?" Hou Fei asked suspiciously.

"I suddenly remembered something, but I just turned around and forgot what I wanted to say." Feng Sheng said a little embarrassed, reminding Hou Fei of how she was naughty when she was young, and couldn't help showing a smile.

Feng Sheng took a look out of the corner of his eye and saw that the other party had gone far away, so he asked curiously: "I saw that this person's clothes are outdated, but I never thought that he could be a guest of honor at the palace."

"This person is the newly appointed magistrate of Taizhou, and he is from the same family as Master Du, and shares the same teacher as Master Du. Don't look at this person's appearance, but in fact he was also a talented person back then."

Feng Sheng covered the shock in his eyes, and nodded as if he didn't care: "Uncle Hou, then I'll go first."

"I'll have someone send you off."

…

Feng Sheng walked out of the mansion, still unable to calm down.

So much so that she didn't notice a few people walking towards her.

"and many more."

A deep voice sounded in vain, Feng Sheng raised her head subconsciously, that expressionless handsome face came into her eyes without warning.

Dark blue brocade gown with dark patterns, with the same color jade inlaid brocade belt around the waist, tall and straight. One hand is behind the back, the other is in front of the front, with a long and slender palm, with joints like jade, wearing a sapphire ring with intricate patterns.

The big hand stretched out, twisted her chin like last time, half-closed the long and narrow eyes: "You—"

Feng Sheng hurriedly blocked it: "Young master, what are you doing? In broad daylight, you did such a menglang move, it is really insulting to the gentleman!"

Her words were angry and her eyes were angry, as if she had been greatly insulted.

Zong Yue's eyes swept over her body, and landed on her slightly protruding Adam's apple.

got the wrong person?

He looked away, turned and walked forward.

"Hey, why did you leave? You insulted people without even apologizing?"

Fang Fengsheng jumped and scolded, then ran to the carriage driven by Uncle Yu at a very fast speed, climbed up, and urged him to leave quickly.

"Young master, what happened?"

"Uncle Yu, let's go first, let's go!"

…

Of course Dewang didn't ignore the appearance of the scholar just now.

It looks like seven points, but it's not, he is a man.

Because Zong Yue didn't speak, he was too frightened to speak, and followed beside him step by step.

Zong Yue suddenly stopped in his tracks, and the memory in his mind was fixed on the red in the blue shirt scholar's drooping sleeves, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his body was full of icy cold.

"Go chase, chase that man back!"

He was tricked again!

The author has something to say: Hou Fei wanted to protect Feng Sheng, so he closed the door to see Uncle Yu. It's a pity that it's still here.