Going through the Red Mansions quickly means going against the system.

He was not worried that Hu Fuler would know, but that Zhang Zhan would think of it. Just when he was thinking of an excuse, he suddenly heard Zhang Zhan say:

"Oh? Didn't your father, Old Man Hu, tell you this when he went back? I invited your father over with good wine. I was still surprised when I went to pick him up this morning. Why doesn't Feng Yuan know about this?"

Just now, Hu Fuler was shouting at Feng Yuan confidently, but now he was stopped by Zhang Zhan. He knew that his father often used Feng Yuan's name to go to those people to ask for money and things, but Feng Yuan was unaware of this.

At first, Hu Jiu would give out a small amount to report to Feng Yuan. Later, he would only pick up the important ones and give them to him. Later, he would secretly hide them without saying anything.

Anyway, these guys all have big businesses and they won't worry about whether Feng Yuan can enjoy these little things.

"Yesterday, yesterday, the master was in a bad mood, no, no! It was because the master was in a bad mood the day before yesterday. When my father went back with his things, he happened to see the master going out to relax, so he didn't have time to say anything, and then he was busy again. This went back and forth..."

"Forget it! It's just a few things, can I really care about you? I just want to remind you, don't bully your master just because he is young."

Zhang Zhan interrupted Hu Fuler's explanation and said, "Go back! Tell me, don't really report me to the official and cause trouble for your master."

He waved his sleeves and told Fu'er to get out of here. He turned around and walked into the house with Feng Yuan in his arms. "The sun is shining outside, so be careful of it getting you black. Such an old and unfaithful servant, don't let him go," he said. Just raise them in a farm in the countryside, don’t bother.”

Feng Yuan was held in his arms. Zhang Zhan was already two feet taller than him, but now it was more like he was being held in his arms. He could clearly feel that Zhang Zhan was getting closer to him. In the past, he would never have interfered in such a thing.

"Stay with me for lunch! I asked someone to make your favorite duck feet..."

Feng Yuan looked at Zhang Zhan carefully and felt other changes in him. It turned out that Zhang Zhan knew that his future career would be hopeless, so although he looked strong, he was also a little decadent on the inside.

Even though his grandfather loved him and gave him a lot of gold and silver to spend and help him contact the important people in the court, he still knew that there was no hope for his future and he could only waste time in the future.

Although he was unwilling to do so, he did not regret it, so he could only wait and wait.

Then the prince died.

The original owner was also there when he got the news. He went crazy and used a whip to vent his anger. Later, when he sobered up, he made amends to the original owner in every possible way out of guilt.

The original owner became closer to Zhang Zhan because of this, and was secretly happy because he saw his vulnerable side. It turns out that they are all the same after going crazy.

Zhang Zhan seems to be much calmer now and no longer worries about the future. Is there a way forward for him?

When he returned to the dining table and saw no sign of Chun Ming, he was told by Zhang Zhan that Chun Ming had gone after his master.

"Meng Sheng is the Ninth Prince. Didn't you send Chunming to me after you found out?"

"..."

After Hu Fuler walked out of the courtyard, he wiped the cold sweat on his head from being frightened by Zhang Zhan.

In the current Feng family, except for Mrs. Hu, almost no one really regards Feng Yuan as a master who should be respected and feared.

They dared to call Uncle Feng Yuan in their own courtyard, maybe because of his young age.

Mrs. Hu was called that, firstly because she had watched him grow up, and secondly because the original owner disliked being called master and felt that calling him old would make him old.

Hu Jiao was just secretly happy in her heart. Feng Yuan was the uncle and he was the old man. Feng Yuan, the master, was his children and grandchildren just like Fu'er.

Hu Fu'er used to be controlled by Mrs. Hu and didn't dare to be disrespectful, but after getting into the original owner's bed, she no longer took him seriously. The heart of a villain is nothing more than this.

The other two old servants are even more examples of relying on their old age to support their old age. They relied on Feng Yuan not to drive them away, so they did no work and waited for Feng Yuan to provide for them in their old age.

As soon as Hu Fuler returned to Feng's house, he saw that Mr. Wang's family also sent people. His father was talking to the visitor with a worried look on his face.

"Yes! I said that Mengsheng is not a good person, but the master refuses to listen to advice..."

"Dad! Dad! I found him. Mr. Zhang took him out this morning. Because my mother just went into the kitchen to cook, she didn't see her... I had already informed him at that time, maybe because my mother was cooking Rice, I didn’t hear anything..."

"Let me tell you! It seems that Mr. Feng is not the kind of ignorant person who would run around. Okay, I will go back to the master right now, so as not to worry him."

After the Wang family's servants left, Hu Fuler wiped off the new sweat on his forehead and told Zhang Zhan's warning to Hu Lii.

Hu Li became angry and said: "How could I be disrespectful? Didn't I just have some food and wine? This is worth mentioning in public!"

He patted Hu Fuler on the forehead and said, "Okay! Go and tell the other gentlemen that we have found him."

He waved his hand to drive Hu Fuler away, regardless of whether his son had eaten lunch or not, and turned back to Feng's house.

Standing at the gate of the courtyard, he thought to himself, if Feng Yuan is really gone, it doesn't seem to be a big deal!

Feng Yuan had no relatives and only a few friends, but he had a great family and wouldn't care about losing his fortune. If Feng Yuan really died, he would be much better than he is now...

Wang Sheng got the boy's letter and knew that Feng Yuan was fine.

He just said, a man, not a once-in-a-lifetime beauty, why would the well-informed Ninth Prince insist on taking him away at this stall?

But thinking about the past days, I really wanted to see him, so I asked the boy to send another message, telling Feng Yuan to come over if he was free tomorrow.

"I haven't seen him for several days, and he is indeed promising."

Wang Sheng looked at Feng Yuan with some curiosity, and thought to himself that he was indeed trained by the prince, and he was indeed more upright than before.

He put down the book in his hand and waved to Feng Yuan to come closer.

When Feng Yuan was really close, he raised his hand and pinched Feng Yuan's chin to examine it carefully.

He became friends with Feng Yuan when he was twelve or thirteen years old. He is also the man who initiated Feng Yuan and spent the longest time with him. It's also because I'm older and stale, so I slowly broke off the previous intimacy.

Therefore, he could see any changes in Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan was trying hard to control himself at the moment. When he heard Fu'er saying that Mr. Wang wanted to see him, he trembled and wanted to fly over.

This is the host's deepest thought.

The original owner's subsequent metamorphosis seemed to be influenced by Wang Sheng. He trained him to fit him particularly well, but in the end he abandoned Feng Yuan again because he was old.

Feng Yuan, who was so hurt, went a little crazy. First, he found more lovers to fill the vacancy in his heart. Later, he became lawless and began to seek his own death.

Because he later did not hear that there was any man like him around Wang Sheng, he began to suspect that a woman had taken him away, so he found the maid next to Mrs. Feng and committed the first crime.

"What you did this time was pretty good."

Wang Sheng raised his hand and patted him like a puppy. Feng Yuan's bones seemed to be broken, and he trembled and knelt down between Wang Sheng's legs.

"I, I thought you didn't want me anymore..."