Feng Yuheng smiled, "Yes, he died and came back to life. Read the latest chapter of Perfect World, and you will lose your eyesight quickly."
Tianwu raised an eyebrow: "Why?"
“Because there is still a lot of work to be done.”
"Can you blame your family?"
"It's strange, but there's nothing we can do about it. Their blood is flowing in my body."
The more Tianwu looked at her, the more interesting she seemed to him. He asked her again, "What if I give you the position of the first daughter of the Feng family?"
Feng Yuheng shook his head, "I don't care about my daughter-in-law."
This answer aroused the gossip cells in Tianwu's body. He couldn't help but straighten his body and continued to ask her: "I heard that your elder sister was born with the fate of a phoenix?"
Feng Yuheng smiled, "Big sister is a child of the Feng family. Her last name is indeed Feng. There is no doubt about that."
"When your family returns to Beijing, how do you want to meet them?"
Feng Yuheng tilted his head and thought for a moment, "If the Yao family comes back from the Wasteland State, my daughter-in-law will be very happy."
Tianwu was very happy, "No wonder Concubine Yun likes you." Then he stood up and waved to the three people, "Since you are here, sit with me." After that, he took the lead and walked to the kang couch in the warm room. "Don't think I don't know why you came to the palace at night. There are rumors outside that girl Heng was burned to death. If you don't want the truth to be known too early, it's safer to stay in the palace."
Xuan Tianming nodded, "Father is absolutely right."
Tianwu rolled his eyes at him and sat down on the couch, "Hua'er is the same, following your brother's lead in making trouble."
Xuan Tianhua also smiled in a dignified manner, "It's still not as lively as the Feng family."
Tianwu snorted and did not continue the discussion. Instead, he pointed to the other side of the table and said to Feng Yuheng, "Sit down and play chess with me."
Zhang Yuan immediately brought up a Go game, divided the pieces, and stood aside.
Xuan Tianhua also found a seat and sat down. Xuan Tianming came close to Feng Yuheng and asked, "Can you get off?"
Feng Yuheng stroked his forehead and said, "Yes, I can do it, but I'm not that good."
She really wasn't that powerful. After a few moves, she was killed by Tianwu and had no place to move. Feng Yuheng looked at Tianwu begging for mercy: "Father, don't you feel very unsuccessful after winning?"
Tianwu nodded and said, "Your level is too poor." But even so, the pieces in his hand kept falling down.
Feng Yuheng had no choice but to accept the challenge, but it still helped her pass a few levels.
As the game went on, there seemed to be a subtle change in the chess game. The white pieces were outside and the black pieces were inside. It seemed that everything was surrounded, but if the black pieces wanted to resist, they still had a chance to carve out a niche.
Tianwu stopped attacking and slowed down to give Feng Yuheng a chance to catch his breath.
Feng Yuheng did not dare to delay, so he collected his thoughts and expanded the black spot to the outside world little by little, but he ignored the flaws and loopholes that Tianwu had deliberately left, and chose to attack the corners that were ignored by him.
The room was extremely quiet. Apart from the sound of chess pieces falling, even the breathing of the people there slowed down.
Xuan Tianming looked at the chess piece, and a devilish smile appeared on his lips. He knew his father too well. Why would he play chess with Feng Yuheng for no reason? He knew that she was not good at playing chess, but he persisted for so long and refused to win in one fell swoop? It was obvious that he had other intentions.
Sure enough, when Feng Yuheng broke through a dead corner again, Tianwu spoke: "Do you know that there are four countries on each of the borders of Dashun?"
Feng Yuheng nodded, "The Eastern Realm is Zong Sui, the Western Realm is Gumo, the Southern Realm is Ancient Shu, and the Northern Realm is Qian Zhou."
Tianwu dropped another piece, blocking Feng Yuheng's bloody path. "These four countries seem to be fighting for the throne, but in fact they each have their own plans, just like the white pieces on the chessboard, tightly surrounding the black pieces inside. And these black pieces are my Dashun."
Feng Yuheng stared at the chessboard for a while, and then arranged her black pieces neatly, without trying to break through the defense. She was not good at Go, and she had already lost this game.
"What's the harm if we surround them?" She said softly. "Dashun occupies the most fertile land in the continent, so it's normal for it to be coveted. The four foreign countries are independent of each other. If they were united, they would have the capital to compete with Dashun. Or if they were united, they could also stir up unrest at Dashun's border. But in fact, Dashun has separated them from each other, and no one can see each other. On their periphery, there are either snow-capped mountains or endless seas. The only way to connect them is through Dashun. Smart people should know how to borrow strength. Only by relying on Dashun can we guarantee that our people can have a better life. If I were one of these four small countries, I would not have the heart to rebel."
Tianwu sighed, "Unfortunately, not everyone can do what you think." He pushed the chess piece aside, "No more. Heng girl should practice her chess skills. Playing chess with you is more tiring than reviewing a pile of memorials."
Feng Yuheng was very embarrassed and quickly stood up to apologize: "I'm sorry for causing trouble for you, Father."
Tianwu smiled bitterly, "Forget it, I am relieved to see you return to the capital safely. Although I don't believe you really died in the fire, the rumors outside are so convincing that I have to think about it in my mind even if I don't believe it." He glared at Xuan Tianming as he spoke, "This is all your fault."
Xuan Tianming shrugged: "The Feng family is indeed holding a funeral, but it's not for Hengheng, it's for their son Feng Zihao."
"Huh?" Feng Yuheng was stunned, "Feng Zihao is dead?"
Tianwu was also puzzled, "Feng Jinyuan's legitimate son, although he was useless, but at least he was the only legitimate son, why did he die?"
Xuan Tianming raised the corners of his lips and smiled evilly: "If I say that Feng Jinyuan beat me to death personally, will you believe it, father?"
Tianwu and Feng Yuheng shook their heads together.
Xuan Tianming did not say anything more, and only said: "After all, he is the prime minister of a dynasty. There must be a reason why my father kept him. I will not get involved in the affairs of the court."
Xuan Tianhua also said: "One Phoenix Prime Minister is holding Third Brother, and one Third Brother is holding countless court officials. It is safest for Father to not move for the time being."
Tianwu glanced at Xuan Tianhua approvingly, and then turned to chat with Feng Yuheng: "Since you came to the palace to seek refuge, then chat with me. Speaking of which, I am very interested in your Baicao Hall. I heard that you saved a dead person a while ago?"
Feng Yuheng thought that the emperor's thinking was quite eccentric, but she also understood that she was an outsider after all, and a member of the Feng family. Even though she was protected by Xuan Tianming, the emperor still had to be cautious in front of her and didn't talk too much about the affairs of the court.
So she simply chatted with the emperor about "heart death" and "brain death" - "Generally speaking, the first way to determine a person's death is to look at the pulse, the second is breathing, and the third is the carotid artery. But in fact, the brain is the final decision on whether a person is truly dead."
Tianwu had never heard of such a statement. Even Xuan Tianming and Xuan Tianhua were very curious. Tianwu asked her, "Then how do you determine whether a person is brain dead?"
Feng Yuheng sighed in her heart. In the 21st century, there are high-tech means and medical equipment, so brain death can naturally be determined through equipment. But in this era, it is not so accurate. She thought for a while before saying, "First, we must ensure that the doctor's medical skills have reached a certain level, and then the doctor can make a judgment by examining the patient's own condition. Generally speaking, deep coma and no response to any stimulation can be preliminarily determined as the first step of suspected brain death, and then see whether the patient's spontaneous breathing has stopped. The third is to distinguish whether the patient's brain reflex function has disappeared, such as swallowing reflex, eyelash reflex, pupil light reflection, corneal reflex, etc. Fourth, when the heartbeat and breathing have stopped, the patient must be given cardiopulmonary resuscitation for at least two incense sticks of time. Only those with irreversible damage can be diagnosed as brain death."
What she said was already very professional, and even the three men present, who were almost the best men of this era, could not understand everything. But Tianwu was very good at summarizing it - "Everything still depends on the doctor."
Feng Yuheng nodded, "Generally speaking, it is like this...
When I rescued the dead man that day, I had already determined that his vital signs were still there, so I boasted that I could revive the dead. But in fact, there was no such thing as reviving the dead, it was just because he was not dead at all. "
Tianwu was very interested in Feng Yuheng's theory. He couldn't help but think of Mo Bufan's praise for her and the pills sold exclusively by Baicao Herb. He thought that she was indeed a descendant of the Yao family. Even though she was just a granddaughter, she had a great talent for medicine. Moreover, Feng Yuheng had a great experience in the mountains of the northwest at such a young age. The exile of the Feng family was a good thing for her.
"It's a pity that none of the imperial doctors in the palace have such ability." He sighed, "Ever since old man Yao left, I haven't dared to get sick for a long time, just because I'm afraid those rubbish can't cure it."
Feng Yuheng said, "That's because my father is in good health. Whether there is a good doctor around or not, it's better to be healthy than to be sick." She thought about it again, and an idea came to her mind. Regarding her idea of expanding Baicaotang, if she could get the emperor to join, state-owned hospitals would always require more than private hospitals. So she followed up and said, "Ah Heng's medical skills were learned from his grandfather and refined by his Persian master, but he wanted to use them for the people of Dashun."
The emperor was very smart. Feng Yuheng had said so much, how could he not understand that the daughter-in-law's original intention was to raise funds.
Then he waved his hand and said, "When everything is ready, I will fund the expansion of your Baicaotang several times, and then open a few more in other provinces."
Feng Yuheng quickly stood up and knelt down: "The daughter-in-law thanks the emperor on behalf of the people of Dashun."
Tianwu was very pleased and personally helped Feng Yuheng up. He was about to talk to her about Baicaotang for a few more words, but a little eunuch ran in from outside the hall, holding a memorial in his hand: "Your Majesty, there is a memorial submitted by Lord Yao from Huangzhou."
Lord Yao of Huangzhou...isn't that Yao Xian?
Feng Yuheng rolled her eyes. Her grandfather really knew how to pick the right time!
Tianwu obviously thought so too. He snorted softly, then took the letter and looked at it for a while before snorting again: "Old man Yao is still putting on airs!"
Feng Yuheng was very curious about the contents of the memorial. It seemed that the emperor was not really angry, but just like two old friends bickering.
Xuan Tianming was the most direct. He simply moved his wheelchair forward and snatched the memorial from Tianwu, "Let me take a look."
Feng Yuheng also came over, only to see that the content of the memorial was very simple, with only two sentences: "My daughter is still a concubine. How can the descendants of the Yao family have the face to go back and take the imperial examination? No!"
Feng Yuheng was shocked. Her grandfather was really awesome!
Tianwu took a sip of tea and sighed, "That's old man Yao's personality." Looking at Feng Yuheng again, he just stood beside Xuan Tianming, not saying anything, not begging, and not being grateful. He knew that this was a special child, but he didn't expect that she could be so indifferent even to the Yao family's affairs. "Zhang Yuan." Tianwu pointed to a plate of pears on the table, "This pear tastes good, send two baskets to old man Yao by express horse."
Zhang Yuan bowed and responded, then began to give instructions to the young eunuch beside him.
Feng Yuheng then bowed to Tianwu: "Thank you, father."
Tianwu then thought of something and asked Zhang Yuan again, "Has the Princess Xiang's illness improved?"
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