Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

The peasant woman clenched her fist tightly and gritted her teeth, "If I were not for a useless person, I would definitely go to Kyoto and cut off the head of the dog prince!"

Prince Dog? Feng Xuanming? Feng Xuanche frowned, and his heart became more and more strange. How could Feng Xuanming have something to do with the death of a son of a peasant woman?

Du Xuechun took a deep breath, patted the peasant woman's back lightly, and said, "Sister, don't worry, speak slowly, what is going on?"

The peasant woman just whispered, tears in her eyes burst as she spoke.

Back then, although the bandits on the Dongfeng Slope were rampant, they could not communicate with Dongtou Village. There are many small bandits above who came out of Dongtou Village, so Dongtou Village is the only peaceful place at the foot of the mountain.

The peasant woman’s son is named Chu Qiu, and Zhang Yang is an excellent brother. The two often went up the mountain together to chop wood and hunt. Although they sometimes encountered bandits, they never happened.

That day, the two of them came back from the mountain, but they met a wounded man, and a group of people wandered around in a hurry.

Chu Qiu was an upright person, so he took the man back to the house. After some treatment by the peasant woman, the man woke up and saw that the house was dilapidated and that Chu Qiu and Zhang Yang were beautiful again, so he said that he would take them back to the capital.

The peasant woman learned that the person they happened to save was Prince Feng Xuanming. She was ecstatic, thinking that her son was finally going to make a difference. No, the two of them entered Beijing within half a year, and they received a letter from Zhang Yang saying that it was Chu Qiu who stole and was executed by Feng Xuanming.

The peasant woman definitely refused to believe that Chu Qiu was stealing. Although they said they were poor, they never did such a shameless thing. She had doubts in her heart, but she never asked Zhang Yang.

It wasn't until Zhang Yang sent someone to transport Chu Qiu's body back that the peasant woman discovered that Chu Qiu's nose and mouth were full of black blood, which was clearly poisonous!

Hearing this, Du Xuechun was secretly shocked, she had never known about this matter, and Feng Xuanming had also kept it from her. However, why Feng Xuanming would attack a small villager is really strange.

Feng Xuanche looked at Du Xuechun and said, "I'm afraid, Chu Qiu bumped into him for some secret, so he was killed."

This word came to the ears of the peasant woman. The peasant woman immediately took Feng Xuanche's arm tightly with a look of anxiety and hatred, and asked, "Do you know why my son died?"

Seeing the peasant woman so anxious, Feng Xuanche comforted, "I don't know for the time being, but you saved us today, and I will find out for you."

At this time, the peasant woman became vigilant. She looked at Du Xuechun and Feng Xuanche and asked, "Are you from the court?"

"No, we are the magistrates of Yangzhou. This time I went to take office, but I didn't want to meet the bandits." Looking at the peasant woman's eyes, Feng Xuan completely denied it, because his whereabouts could not be taken by outsiders. Knowing, secondly, it was also because the peasant woman seemed to have hated all the people in the court.

Upon hearing this, the peasant woman smiled sullenly, "The county magistrate? How can the magistrate ask the prince’s guilt! In the eyes of these people, our lives are like grass, and we die when we die. Poor my son, he was only sixteen years old. Ah! He is only sixteen years old! He has suffered such torture, he died unclearly, and he was wrongfully stolen!"

"Don't worry, one day, I will definitely repay you justice to repay you for receiving today." Feng Xuan looked at the peasant woman earnestly.

The peasant woman shook her head and went out, leaving behind the dull four people.

...

Late at night, in the Prince's Mansion.

Sitting in the study room, Feng Xuanming looked at the tiger charm in his hand and smiled at the corner of his mouth. Sooner or later, he would hold this military power in his hand. At this time, a sound came from the door. He frowned impatiently and asked, "Who is there?"

Du Qingheng's figure slowly came out from behind the door with a gentle smile on his face, "What's wrong with my husband? I'm so angry. Those who are not obedient, just let them go."

She carried a box of food in her hand, and her steps were a little slow when she came in, obviously she had been standing outside for a long time.

"How many times have you said that, those are the staff I invited over. Some people are more upset. If everyone is dismissed, my Royal Highness, can I still do it?" Feng Xuanming frowned. The tone was impatient. Du Qingheng has been in the door for half a year, and the relationship between the two has never been indifferent.

In matters of the court, Du Qingheng could not help at all. If it were that woman... Thinking of this, Feng Xuanming felt a pain in her heart for no reason.

Feeling the impatience in Feng Xuanming’s words, Du Qingheng was a little embarrassed. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief to cover it, put on a smiling face, and said, “It’s the concubine who is stupid. The night dew is heavy, and the husband drinks some ginseng. Tang Nuan warm up." She opened the food box, filled a bowl of soup, and handed it to Feng Xuanming.

Feng Xuanming took it, feeling warmth in his throat, and his depressed mood only slightly improved.

Du Qingheng, who was familiar with the road, studied ink from the side while looking at Feng Xuanming with his eyes. Feng Xuanming was originally looking at the book, but he noticed Du Qingheng's gaze.

"Do you have anything to ask me?" Feng Xuanming asked casually looking at the book.

Du Qingheng, who was grinding his hands, stopped for a while, with a complex expression on his face, and asked, "I heard today that King Yi and Princess Yi were killed in Dongfengpo?"

"Yeah." Feng Xuanming replied simply, without giving other explanations.

Hearing this, Du Qingheng finally couldn't bear it. She concealed her excitement, pretending to be worried, "How could it be? How could the big sister be killed? Alas, this time King Yi went to the border, what did her daughter do? , I gave my life over there in vain." As she said, she pretended to wipe her eyes with a handkerchief.

Feng Xuanming's eyes softened and said, "There is indeed something wrong with King Yi's doing this time. The border gate is already a hard place, and I have to take the prince to the place. Unexpectedly, both of them died there. I will go this time. In order to eliminate the bandits, the second is to find the body of my third brother."

"That's fine. You have to be more careful when you go." Du Qingheng rubbed Feng Xuanming's shoulders worriedly. Feng Xuanming put his hand on Du Qingheng's and patted her to signal her peace of mind.

"By the way, husband. Today, Qingyao's sister always said that she was unwell, and her concubine invited several doctors to the mansion, but she was all driven away by her sister. My sister was clamoring to see His Royal Highness. Can His Highness go and see today? "Du Qingheng accidentally mentioned Du Qingyao, but he clearly exposed Du Qingyao's domineering things in the mansion these few days.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Feng Xuanming frowned, "If you feel unwell, seek a doctor, and you can't be cured if you are lonely. She has become more hypocritical and wants you, the princess, to serve her concubine. "

Originally Feng Xuanming had no feelings with Du Qingyao, this child was just an accident, and Feng Xuanming was naturally unconcerned.