Xuan Tianming was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He took two steps forward and grabbed the man with one hand.
Feng Yuheng was stunned for a while, then said casually: "Thank you, sir."
He twitched his lips, "Is it your legs or your brain that are not working properly?"
Feng Yuheng gritted her teeth and said, "It could be that my eyesight is not good, or maybe I just made a mistake." She grabbed Xuan Tianming and stared at Bai Ze.
Bai Ze didn't know what he did wrong. He was just holding an umbrella for his master, so why did he get angry when his master's wife came?
Seeing that he was still standing there in a daze, Feng Yuheng was so angry that she squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth: "Take that umbrella away from me!"
Xuan Tianming was puzzled: "Wife, it's hot."
She didn't want to talk to these two people anymore. Why were they pretending to be Xu Xian by the lake in broad daylight? She already had too much room in her imagination. Could she just have a good meal? Could she... Hey?
Someone who is always slow to realize things finally found something wrong. Why are all the carriages on the lakeside street parked? Why don't they move? And, the lady who is buying eggs, what are you drooling over? The lady across the street, are you winking or rolling your eyes? Your eyeballs are about to pop out! Why does the girl over there look so expectant and tearful?
Feng Yuheng followed everyone's gaze all the way to the source, and finally stopped at her fiancé's face, and then she was angry - "The face is covered by the mask so that you can't tell whether it's a man or a woman, why is it still so eye-catching?"
She was not going to do it anymore, so she shook off Xuan Tianming and walked towards the ferry by the lake. Xuan Tianming pushed away Bai Ze who was holding an umbrella, "Hurry up and throw away this broken umbrella!" Then he started to chase Feng Yuheng, "Hey, my wife! My wife, walk slower, listen to me..."
From then on, a rumor about the Ninth Prince being afraid of his wife spread throughout the capital, with Xianya Tower as the center. It was said that many ladies formed the "Ninth Prince Support Association" and the "Anti-Jian County Lady Alliance", but after comprehensively considering the Ninth Prince's wife-protecting nature and the Ji'an County Lady's nature of only recognizing her husband, they decided to give up the organizations they had built with great difficulty and turned to silently supporting their idol.
Of course, this is a story for later. Right now, Feng Yuheng is sitting in a private room in Xianya Building, struggling hard with a big elbow.
Xuan Tianming sat opposite her, drinking tea sip by sip, but his hand holding the tea bowl was shaking a little. Outside, Bai Ze's voice urging the food to be served sounded again: "Fry the crispy fried pigeon faster."
Xuan Tianming watched the girl in front of him mix rice with pork elbow soup, and slammed the table in anger: "Damn it! I told you that you don't have enough to eat at Feng's house. Every time I go to Feng's house, I feel that you have lost weight again. Look at you now, haven't you had a full meal since you went home?"
Feng Yuheng finally raised his head from his elbow and replied, "Actually, I always eat at Tongshengxuan."
"Then Tongshengxuan will change the cook!" He thought for a moment, called Bai Ze in, and ordered: "Transfer a cook from Xianyalou to Tongshengxuan to cook for your princess."
Bai Ze nodded and went out to give instructions.
Feng Yuheng originally wanted to say that it was not necessary to go through so much trouble, but when he thought about the taste of the elbow, he swallowed the words back. If he rejected the chef of Xianyalou, he would be sorry for his mouth! He took two more mouthfuls of rice, and his life was instantly complete.
Xuan Tianming couldn't stand her mouth full of oil, so he picked up the handkerchief he carried with him to wipe her mouth, and then reminded her: "Eat slowly, we are not in a hurry, you can eat more if you eat slowly." After saying that, she found that she was ignored and started to struggle with the newly served crispy fried pigeon. He glared at the waiter who retreated with a horrified face, and he had to say: "If outsiders saw the way you eat, they would think you were pregnant."
Feng Yuheng didn't even raise her head - "If she's pregnant, then she's pregnant."
What else could he say? He watched the girl eat for more than an hour, and finally finished the table of delicacies. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and asked carefully, "Would you like to order a few more dishes?"
Feng Yuheng shook his head, "No need." Then he asked again, "Can the cook go with us when we leave later?"
He nodded.
"That's it. I'll go back and eat slowly tonight."
Xuan Tianming collapsed, "Wife, tell me, what happened?"
Feng Yuheng shook his head, "Nothing, seeing you attract so many attention, I turned my anger into appetite."
“Oh!” Xuan Tianming was thankful. “It’s a good thing that we met later. Otherwise, if you had caught up with me during my heyday when I wasn’t wearing a mask, you would have bankrupted Xianyalou.”
Feng Yuheng rolled his eyes at him, "Tsk, I'm the only one who has bad taste in you. The guy before didn't even pay attention to you."
Xuan Tianming narrowed his eyes, the purple lotus between his eyebrows changed color from dark to light, and he caught the key point of the sentence - "The one from before?"
Feng Yuheng was drinking tea and eating, and he almost choked himself to death. "What I mean is that before I went to the northwest, I liked the me now, so I felt that the me before was not me."
He was just teasing her, not trying to investigate further. How could he, the ninth prince, marry a wife without checking her background? He knew there was something fishy going on, but that was not the key. He wanted the girl now. If it was the one before... he would never admit it.
"You haven't come to Xianyalou for dinner for half a year. Are you missing it?" He took the initiative to change the subject. This girl asked him out, and he thought it was for something, but now it seems that someone is probably just greedy.
"Xuan Tianming." She moved closer to him and discussed with him, "When we return to the camp, can we take the cook we sent to the County Lord's Mansion with us? He will be free after we leave anyway, so let's bring him to the camp! Please."
"Look at what you have accomplished." He reached out to touch her nose, but what he said was: "Of course."
Feng Yuheng laughed and counted on his fingers: "In a few days, it will be Feng Chenyu's coming-of-age ceremony, and then we will arrange her wedding. We still have to discuss how to deal with Qian Zhou's matter...Xuan Tianming, when can we return to the camp!"
He knew that this girl's heart was in the camp. This capital city was not a place she liked at all, and the Feng family was not a place she wanted to contact. But he didn't understand: "I see that you are quite concerned about the marriage between Feng Chenyu and the third brother. What do you think?"
Feng Yuheng chuckled, "More than concerned, I simply couldn't be more excited!"
As soon as he saw her evil intentions, Xuan Tianming knew that something good was going to happen, so he nodded and said, "Then I will go to watch the ceremony as well, just to give him some face."
"Okay!" Feng Yuheng's eyes became stern, and that sternness made people shiver at the sight of them.
She hadn't shown such a look in her eyes for a long time. She was making steel all day in the camp, or she was facing soldiers and blacksmiths, who were the most simple people in the world, with warm smiles all day long. But as soon as she returned to the capital and came into contact with the people and things of the Feng family, she felt a chill without any preparation.
Xuantian was thinking that one day he would marry this girl and never let her enter Feng Mansion again.
"Feng Chenyu." She raised her lips and murmured, "She has harmed me and Zirui so many times, how can we just use the Shen family to fill the hole? Just wait and see, what she expects most in her life is to marry someone who can ascend the throne in the future, so I will destroy this dream for her from the root."
Xuan Tianming seemed to have seen a good show coming up, and couldn't help but start looking forward to the grand occasion when the third brother married his concubine.
Feng Yuheng had no other reason to come to Xianya Tower today, she just came here to satisfy her craving. The funny couple sat in the private room chatting and laughing for more than two hours and had no intention of leaving. Bai Ze came in and asked them, "Are you going to have dinner here together?"
Before they could answer, they heard the waiter outside raise his neck and greet: "Master Duanmu, please come this way!"
All the service staff in Xianya Building were from Prince Yu's Mansion. Even the waiter who served tea and water was an eyeliner arranged by Prince Yu's Mansion. The voice of Master Duanmu was obviously meant for them to hear. Feng Yuheng raised an eyebrow: "Duanmu Qing?"
Bai Ze laughed immediately, "People in the north are so arrogant! They come to eat and introduce themselves?"
Xuan Tianming shrugged and smiled, "Probably he didn't make a reservation, and just announced a famous name to scare people."
He winked at Bai Ze, who understood what he meant. He walked to the wall and fiddled with a painting for a while. Then, voices from the next room could be heard clearly - "I heard that this Xian Ya Tower was opened by the Ninth Prince?" The person who spoke was Duanmu Qing.
Then someone immediately replied, "Indeed, this is the most expensive restaurant in the entire capital, but it is also the restaurant with the best food. In addition, the customers are all dignitaries, so as a result, its reputation has become even better."
Duanmu Qing did not continue to ask about Xianya Tower, but quickly changed the subject and asked about the key issue: "At the end of last year, I heard that the emperor seemed to be leaning towards the eldest prince again, but after arriving in Beijing this time, I found that the ninth prince was still as powerful as ever. Why is that?"
Another person answered him, "Deputy Commander-in-Chief, you don't know that it was Princess Ji'an who said that the Ninth Prince's legs could not be cured. The Emperor was disappointed and started to care about the First Prince again. But now you can see that the Ninth Prince's legs are as good as new, and he has even tempered steel with Princess Ji'an. The Emperor originally liked him, so the trend has naturally changed again."
There was a silence next door for a long while before Duanmu Qing said, "So, the position of crown prince must belong to His Highness the Ninth Prince?"
The people who came with him responded one after another: "Of course! There's no escape!"
Feng Yuheng pointed four fingers at Xuan Tianming, indicating that there were four people over there. Xuan Tianming nodded and gave him an approving look.
The voice next door came again, "I heard that the Third Prince will marry the eldest daughter of Prime Minister Feng soon?"
"I heard that the daughter of Prime Minister Feng was predicted by a Taoist priest to be born with the fate of a phoenix since she was a child!"
"But she is just a concubine now..."
Duanmu Qing's words were heard in the discussion: "The Third Prince only married a concubine. She is a concubine, which is suitable. As for the Phoenix Fate, I have heard about it, but the Third Prince said it was all nonsense. Maybe the Taoist priest saw that Miss Feng was pretty, so he came up with the Phoenix Fate theory. It's not credible, not credible."
He said so, but after all, the topic was brought up, and several people actually gossiped about Feng Ming for a long time.
Feng Yuheng sneered at the corner of his lips. Rumors stop with the wise, start with the foolish, but start with the scheming ones. It seems that Duanmu Qing is determined to make something of this.
At this time, someone next door suddenly said, "Hey? Look, who is that?——"
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