Remarried prosperous concubine

Chapter 713
Everyone was silent for a long time, the old Hou Feng raised a pair of dull eyes, glanced at the third master who was out of breath, and couldn't help dripping another cloudy tear: "Yang'er... let your Aunt Wei... See him... for the last time!"

Husbands and wives in one day have a hundred days of grace, and couples in a hundred days are like the depths of the sea. After all, Mr. Feng has been sincerely moved by Aunt Wei. At this moment, he is still thinking about letting Aunt Wei see the third master for the last time.

Feng Yang's expression turned cold: It's not that he won't agree to this matter, but the person who proposed it shouldn't be Lord Feng!
Seeing that Feng Yang didn't open his mouth, Old Master Feng looked at Ling Xiaoxiao with a complicated expression, and then said, "You are also a mother, you should know how it feels to be a mother, you can persuade him!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his eyes to the old lady again: "Comparing your heart to your heart, you should persuade him too!"

As he said these words, his voice and tone were supplicant.

The old lady let out a long sigh: "Yang'er, let their mother and son meet each other!"

Feng Yang nodded expressionlessly, and the steward of the punishment hall brought Aunt Wei back.

Aunt Wei must have known about the third master, and she was completely numb. If Ling Xiaoxiao didn't know that she was a living person, she would have thought that what kind of puppet came out?
But when he saw Feng Yang, he rushed over like a madman, grabbed Feng Yang's sleeve, and screamed: "You give back my son...you give me my name...it must be You killed him...you and your vicious sister couldn't tolerate him...you are so vicious..."

She kept patting Feng Yang's arm, and said in a cold tone: "You take your life!"

As he said that, he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to strangle Feng Yang to death, but the steward of the criminal hall could not tolerate her doing anything to Feng Yang, and there was no need for Feng Yang to order her. When that palm waved on the back of Aunt Wei's neck, she collapsed limply He fell to the ground and passed out.

Ling Xiaoxiao glanced at the miserable Aunt Wei on the ground, and felt happy in her heart... This femme fatale, she actually knows the taste of sadness. When she hurts someone, why doesn't she worry that other people's mothers will feel sad? Woolen cloth?
Could it be that only her son is a son in this world, and other people's sons are not sons?
Old Master Feng looked at Aunt Wei who was curled up on the ground like a paper figure, and couldn't bear it anymore, he murmured: "Yang'er, your aunt has always been weak, and this torture hall is cold, if it is closed again, I'm afraid She can't take it anymore, now that your third brother is gone, it is already the biggest punishment for her, I think you should lock her up in her own yard!"

As soon as Old Master Feng finished his sentence, several cold lights shot at him: At this moment, he was actually worried that this femme fatale woman would not be able to resist the cold, what did he think of them?
Feng Yang clenched his fists a few times before he managed to suppress his anger, and said with a sarcasm: "Father, you really are a deeply affectionate person. Your love for Aunt Wei is as deep as the sea, and your love is stronger than gold. You know that you are someone else I have raised a child for more than 20 years, and still treat her wholeheartedly, this true love is really touching!"

What is surprising is that the second lady, who has never talked much in front of people, actually opened her mouth and said with a sneer: "It is said that the men of the Feng family are the most affectionate and holy people. Before, my daughter-in-law couldn't believe it. Now, The daughter-in-law believed it after seeing her father's behavior. The father knew that she had killed her husband, but he still wanted to defend her to the end. The daughter-in-law really envied her such a good method."

Ling Xiaoxiao never thought that the gentle, cowardly, and timid second lady would really speak up, and she kept a knife in every word, and looked up, seeing that cold and hateful gaze again.

It is no wonder that she was so excited when she glanced at the ground under her feet: a few blood-colored plum blossoms bloomed on the bluestone slab, accompanied by the blood-colored plum blossoms, and a woman Long nails.

Looking at the frail figure of the second lady, Ling Xiaoxiao felt sad.

Under the indifference of everyone, Old Master Feng's face was pale, but his eyes were red. He smiled miserably and said, "I know you are unwilling to forgive her. She has done a lot of things wrong, but now, she has also been punished." Punishment, I don't expect you to treat her kindly in the future, I just hope that you can keep her alive, after all, she is Wei Er's mother, if she is executed, what will Wei Er do in the future?"

Feng Yang sneered: "When she did evil things, why didn't she think about what to do with her Will? Now we have to think about it, father, how ridiculous you say this!"

Old Master Feng just looked at Feng Yang beggingly: "She will be with me after all! I can't..."

"Forget it!" The old lady suddenly interrupted Old Master Feng's words: "You take her away first!"

Everyone was dissatisfied, and they all turned their eyes to the old lady. The old lady said indifferently: "What should I do? After the family affairs are over, I will report to the clan to deal with it! If it really freezes to death in the execution hall, wouldn't the master have to deal with it again?" Do you want to blame us for being cruel?"

Only then did everyone swallow the words that came to their lips!

So everyone who thought they could take a rest just now threw themselves into their busy work again, and after everyone dispersed, Ling Xiaoxiao became interested in the jug.

"Does the third master often want wine?" She held up the jug and sniffed it carefully: Zhuyeqing, which is very strong.

Ling Xiaoxin moved slightly, and glanced at the charcoal basins at the four corners of the room, and the remaining corner of his gaze could still see some traces of vomiting on the ground, presumably the third master vomited from drinking too much.

He weighed the flagon in his hand again, and glanced at the third master who had been looking thin for a few days, a strange thought flashed in his mind.

"The third master is usually good at drinking, and after coming to the punishment hall, there is no alcohol or joy." The steward of the punishment hall is a little confused, why Ling Xiaoxiao cares so much about the third master's drinking, but knowing the position of this lady in the heart of the marquis, No matter whether she was curious or what, she answered respectfully.

"Then does the third master drink Zhuyeqing every time?" Ling Xiaoxiao continued to ask.

The steward of the criminal hall shook his head: "That's not true, the third master prefers flower carvings, but it's the first time I drink Zhuyeqing today."

"Drinking for the first time?" Ling Xiaoxiao murmured again with a dark complexion.

(End of this chapter)