Yao and Feng Zirui were resting, and Madam Sun was waiting beside her, afraid that she would be hot, so she slowly fanned the mother and the two of them.

Feng Yuheng was very relieved of Madam Sun, but the driver who drove the car was not among the ranks of her. Especially the whip of Xu in Xiping Village, it even more shows that this person is definitely not a good person.

"Madam stays in the car, I'll take a breath outside." After saying hello to Madam Sun, Feng Yuheng picked up the curtain and left the car, and sat down with the coachman.

The coachman didn't expect her to come out, so he was stunned for a moment, then he greeted him with an unnatural smile: "Miss Second Miss."

This is the order of Feng Mansion. There is also an older sister, Feng Chenyu, who was born to the Shen family who stepped on Yao's shoulder and jumped onto the throne of the mistress of the family. Now, he is the real daughter of Feng Mansion.

"It's so hard for Uncle to drive the train all the way." She leaned back, leaned her back on the carriage, reached into her right hand into her left sleeve, and gently turned the Phoenix Birthmark a few times.

"Whatever the second lady said, this is the duty of the old slave." The coachman pulled the reins, not paying attention to the weirdness in Feng Yuheng's tone, and the carriage drove faster.

Feng Yuheng picked up his lips, "The people of Feng Mansion are indeed loyal servants."

"That's natural." The coachman laughed twice, not paying attention to her. The twelve-year-old girl really makes people feel no doubts.

However, many things often do not develop according to common sense, just like Feng Yuheng, who was ignored by the coachman.

"What a pity." She said quietly: "It's a pity that the loyal servant doesn't know the way. If we continue like this, we will never be able to reach the capital in this life."

"Huh?" The coachman then became suspicious, turned his head to look at Feng Yuheng, his originally honest face gradually turned distorted, and a ray of light shot out from his eyes. "What do you say about this?"

Feng Yuheng also looked at the other party and looked at each other. The twelve-year-old girl's aura was not inferior to that of a strong man in her 40s.

"I said, this road is not the way to Beijing at all."

The coachman pulled the whip and pulled the hand tighter again, "Where did the second lady think we were going?"

"How do I know?" She leaned back into the carriage again. "If you want to do something like killing and silence, you have to ensure that it is clean and neat, and you have to not see the flaws before you take action. The Feng Mansion is naturally not short of masters, and the fault is that they look down on us mother and daughter too much." She laughed at herself while saying that, "It's really ironic to say that, even if you die, the so-called father will not give me a better opponent."

"You..." The coachman showed his fierce look. Although it was unexpected that someone could see through his eyes, he still didn't think that a twelve-year-old girl could give birth to any demon moth. It was nothing more than just showing off her mouth and making him anxious. At worst, she would have done this car man now, and it was no big deal.

He was the guard of the Feng family. When he arrived, he received a secret advice from the left prime minister Feng Jinyuan that the three Yao family members must not return to Beijing and did it halfway.

As for the engagement with the ninth prince, it was signed by the royal family to the legitimate daughter of the Feng Mansion. Now the legitimate daughter is the eldest daughter Feng Chenyu, and this family has no interest in the Yao family for a long time.

The coachman sneered and no longer concealed it. He was just curious why a little girl was so keen and sharp. "What did you find out?" He asked, but he had already held the dagger in his hand, and he could take action just after Feng Yuheng answered the question.

Feng Yuheng also sneered, the laughter sounded gloomy.

"If you attack Xu, just be gentler. I may not doubt you."

"That's it?"

"Not only." She pointed to his hand, "There is a thick callus on the right hand's mouth, which is obviously caused by holding weapons all year round. If you are driving a car, the callus should be on the index finger."

After saying this, Feng Yuheng took action before the coachman could make any move. He had already pulled out a palm-sized anesthesia gun from the space and shot it through his sleeve.

There was no process at all, the coachman fell back. Feng Yuheng rushed up, grabbed the dagger, and wiped the man's neck without even looking. The blood spurted out onto her sleeves and the curtains of the car, which scared the people inside to scream in unison.

Feng Yuheng pulled the reins and kicked the body out of the car, then shouted: "Go!" The front of the car turned around, and drove over to see the direction north.

Along the way, the four of them were running for their lives and fled to the capital.
Chapter completed!