Chapter 1699 Concubine (15)
Leaning against Feng Er, Xia Ling looked at General Feng, even though her face was pale, her expression was calm.
"Daddy, the elopement is all my daughter's fault, it has nothing to do with Feng Er."
"No, it's because of Feng Er's ineffective care. Please punish him, General." Feng Er supported Xia Ling, and knelt down in front of General Feng again.
General Feng held the whip in his hand, seeing his daughter haggard like this, still protecting the hidden guard, a hint of hesitation rose from General Feng's heart.
He put his hands behind his back, hiding the bloody welts behind his back.
"Send Miss back to the room first." General Feng said in a deep voice.
Xia Ling was helped by the maidservant next to her. Xia Ling leaned on them and reluctantly followed.
Before leaving, she looked at General Feng and Feng Er again from the corner of her eye.
Feng Er knelt there, General Feng turned around and changed a whip, this whip was very thin, but with barbs.
Xia Ling's eyes flickered.
She knew that Feng Er's beating was inevitable, anyway, he was rough and thick, so it was nothing to suffer from it.
General Feng knew Feng Yan's temper. If he beat Feng Er badly, Feng Yan would never talk to him in his life, so Xia Ling didn't say anything.
When she was a little far away, there was a loud sound of whips in the hall, but no sound from Feng Er could be heard.
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On the second day, Xia Ling was recuperating in Feng Yan's boudoir.
The golden sore medicine she used was the best, it was obtained by General Feng from the imperial physician in the palace, it was worth thousands of gold, and it would not even leave a scar after using it.
She asked the maidservants to find the housekeeper, and gave Feng Er a bottle as well.
this medicine...
I'm afraid Feng Er won't use it, but Xia Ling sent it to represent her heart.
Favorability +10.
From receiving the whip for Feng Er yesterday to delivering the medicine today, two incidents in succession finally allowed Feng Er to open the door of her closed heart.
Favorability is 47, up and down all the way, and now it has finally reached 62.
Xia Ling bent her lips, paying close attention to the rumors in the market outside.
During this time, General Feng suppressed the news of Feng Yan's disappearance and asked Madam Feng to burn incense and worship in a temple outside the city, saying that he took Feng Yan with him.
Xia Ling is back, and Mrs. Feng will come back when she gets the news.
General Feng suppressed the news so well, and Sima Sui's side, the bamboo basket fetching water, was in vain, so he definitely wouldn't let it go.
On the third day, Mrs. Feng came back.
She came to Xia Ling's boudoir, saw the ferocious whip wounds on her back, cried my son through tears, turned around and went to General Feng's study to have a big fight with General Feng, and directly scratched General Feng's face spent.
General Feng is afraid of internal affairs, and everyone in the court knows this.
On the fourth day, the opportunity Xia Ling had been waiting for finally arrived.
When Sima Li's people came back and heard that Feng Yan had returned to the mansion, they couldn't sit still and began to spread the news of Sima Li and Feng Yan's elopement in the capital.
There are Feng Yan's autographed letters and small embroidered posts in Sima Suo's place, which are the evidence that Feng Yan asked him to meet and elope.
Xia Ling had long expected that they would do this. Here she heard such rumors in the market. Over there, she asked people to burn all the embroidered patterns and copybooks written by Feng Yan in Feng's mansion.
Not long after Feng Yan returned to Beijing from the frontier, there were not many such handwriting left, and the traces were easily removed.
Then, Xia Ling waited.
His back was injured, and he could only lie on the bed every day to recuperate.
In the boudoir, her back is usually exposed, and only a brocade quilt is placed around her waist.
Letting the wound dry in this way can avoid leaving scars. The life was too boring, so Xia Ling found some Buddhist scriptures to copy.