Seeing Feng Yuheng already struggling with a plate of fragrant pork elbow, Xuan Tianming helplessly asked Bai Ze and Huang Quan Wang Chuan who had already returned: "The pork elbow is ready so soon?"
Feng Yuheng reminded him: "It's noon now, the imperial kitchen is already cooking."
Xuan Tianming rolled his eyes at her and said, "Eat yours! No one in the palace dares to chew such a big elbow."
Bai Ze nodded, "Yes, in the palace, they always cut it into slices and flowers and serve it beautifully. It is said that this pork elbow was ordered by the emperor this morning, saying that the county lord would have a meal in the palace, and asked the imperial kitchen to prepare it early in the morning."
"Hmph." Xuan Tianming snorted coldly, then waved his hand, "Alright, alright, go down." Turning his head, he saw Feng Yuheng eating in an unpresentable manner again, and he resigned himself to wiping the oil off her mouth.
After Feng Yuheng finished treating the elbow, she was very professional and took Xuan Tianming to Yuehan Palace to give Yun Fei an IV. Fortunately, Emperor Tianwu had returned to Zhaohe Palace to sleep, so she didn't have to climb over the wall again. But when she was leaving after the IV, she heard Yun Fei ask the palace maid next to her: "Hey, do you think there are so many people who want the throne?"
Feng Yuheng and the other person silently calculated the psychological shadow area of the palace maid, quickened their pace, and fled from Yuehan Palace.
She thought that there was nothing to worry about. After both sides had given their confessions about what happened last night, they knew what they needed to know. The Third Prince was imprisoned, Duanmu Qing was dead, and the rest would have to be dealt with by the Emperor himself, so she decided to leave the palace. Unexpectedly, before they could even leave the palace, they saw Zhang Yuan and a group of people walking towards the palace gate.
Feng Yuheng greeted him: "Hey! Eunuch Zhang, where are you going?"
Zhang Yuan saw the two of them hurriedly came forward to greet him, and then replied: "The emperor said that the Duanmen Gate was severely damaged last night and must be repaired immediately, but the treasury cannot take out the money."
Xuan Tianming raised his lip, "Father means..."
"The emperor means that whoever broke it must pay to repair it, so I am going to take people to the Prince Xiang's mansion. I think the Third Prince's mansion is not so poor that it can't even afford to repair the gate. The emperor also said that if the Prince Xiang's mansion is really poor, then the mansion should be sold. It's up to you to get whatever you can get. At least it will save some money for the national treasury."
Xuan Tianming nodded, "That's great, go ahead!"
Zhang Yuan looked at Feng Yuheng and added, "The Queen has allocated a small house for Princess Xiang to live in, so please rest assured, Princess."
Feng Yuheng nodded and said nothing more.
When the two finally walked out of the palace, it was already noon. Feng Yuheng sat in Xuan Tianming's palace carriage and lifted the curtain to look outside.
After a night of turmoil, the next afternoon, the huge capital was peaceful. Some were buying groceries, some were drinking tea, some were arguing, some were beating their children. They clearly had the events of the previous night on their minds, but they just acted as if nothing had happened, doing what they were supposed to do, and not causing any trouble for the government at all.
She couldn't help but sigh: "The people in Beijing have such good qualities!"
With sincere praise for the people, the two returned to Prince Yu's Mansion together. Feng Yuheng came to pick up Xiangrong, and by the way, he also wanted to see what it was like for the third lady of the Feng family and the fourth prince of the Xuan family to embroider.
The servants in the mansion told them: "The two distinguished guests are still in the cold hall. The third young lady has not slept a wink since last night."
Feng Yuheng heard the words and said, "You mean, the Fourth Prince has closed his eyes?"
The servant said, "Princess, you should go and see it yourself!"
When the two finally approached the cold hall, Xuan Tianming raised his arm and gently put it on her shoulders, saying, "Hold on." Then he quickly walked in with his wife.
As soon as she stepped into the cold hall, Feng Yuheng heard her third sister yell, "Fourth Prince! Why did you fall asleep again?"
When he looked up, he saw Xiangrong and Xuan Tianyi sitting on either side of the chess table, but Xiangrong was freer while Xuan Tianyi was tied to a chair. There were also a few large rocks under the chair, and the servants explained to them, "Miss San said that the Fourth Prince was very disobedient and always moved around. She had to help him up once he fell down, which was quite troublesome, so she asked the servants to pick up some large rocks to stabilize the chair, so it would not fall down again."
At this time, Xiangrong still held an embroidery needle in his hand, and kept kicking Xuan Tianyi's legs under the table: "You are a grown man, but you can't stay up as late as me. I really don't know how you have been a prince for so many years. Do you want to be needled again?" She pretended to use the embroidery needle to stab Xuan Tianyi.
Feng Yuheng held his forehead with his hand, "This child is a bit too much for me to teach."
The servants of Prince Yu's Mansion also said: "As expected of the princess's sister, her temper is really...tsk tsk."
Feng Yuheng covered his face and went to pull Xiangrong, "Come on, let's go home."
Xiangrong was happy when he saw her: "Second sister, you are finally back!" After saying this, his eyes suddenly turned red, and the heroic spirit just now faded away in an instant. He was quickly overcome by fatigue, and his legs went weak, and the whole person collapsed on Feng Yuheng.
Feng Yuheng quickly supported the girl, and then took another look, the girl fell asleep. She sighed softly, she hadn't slept since last night, how difficult it was for Xiangrong, who was just over ten years old, not to mention that she had to pretend to be strong to deal with Xuan Tianyi, it would be strange if she wasn't tired.
Huang Quan Wang Chuan, who was following behind, hurried forward to take Xiang Rong over. Feng Yu Heng did not stay in Prince Yu's Mansion for long. She took her people out and got on the imperial carriage that Xuan Tian Ming had lent her, and rushed to the County Lord's Mansion.
Normally, the funeral of old lady Feng should be held today, but she knew that after the chaos last night, although the capital was pretending to be peaceful, it was a completely different world outside the city gates. At least Qian Li's army was outside hunting down the remaining troops in the northern border, and some were heading east to hunt down Bu Cong. The old lady had to leave the city for the funeral, and it was absolutely impossible to go outside the capital at this time.
She calculated that if the funeral was not announced for three days, the next day would be the fifth day, which would be the day after tomorrow. She didn't know if she would be able to get out of the city gate by then.
She suddenly thought of something, reached into her sleeve, and took out two jars, then said to Huang Quan, "Go and drive the car first, and let Ban Zou come in. I have something for him to do."
Ban Zou was driving the carriage outside at this time. When she heard Feng Yuheng calling her, she quickly handed the reins to Huang Quan and turned back to the carriage. Feng Yuheng handed the two jars in her hand to him, "The imperial carriage has to be sent back anyway. You go there in person and give these two things to His Highness the Ninth Prince. Ask him to send someone to deliver them to the palace to the emperor. Just say that they are from me and are for health. Just take one pill of each jar a day."
Ban Zou picked it up and looked at it for a while, then asked curiously, "What is this?"
Feng Yuheng told him: "Deep-sea fish oil and calcium tablets." Then he asked: "I said it, do you understand?"
Ban Zou noticed the ridicule in her eyes, rolled his eyes, didn't want to pay attention to her, and went out to catch the bus.
Feng Yuheng continued to laugh for a while, but his laughter revealed several emotions.
She actually hoped that Tianwu's health would be better, and it would be best if he could live forever, so that he could always rule the world. Although Xuan Tianming was also worried, it was better than being the emperor herself. Moreover, she really liked Tianwu's temperament. It was true that a monarch should maintain peace with civil and military virtues, but it was often the monarch's character that could influence a country in the end. Just like what she saw in the capital today, people were able to quickly adjust their status in such a turmoil and devote themselves to normal life. She knew that this was inseparable from the spiritual influence of Emperor Tianwu over the past few decades.
This kind of Dashun is very good.
But Dashun is good, the emperor is good, but it does not mean that all his sons are good. For example, now, Ban Zou, who was driving the carriage outside, suddenly made two "tsk tsk" sounds, and then the carriage stopped, and Ban Zou said: "There is a big show in front of the Feng family again."
Wang Chuan quickly lifted the curtain of the carriage. The imperial carriage had already stopped in front of the Feng Mansion. He saw a man standing in front of the mansion. He was wearing a plain long gown, holding a mourning notice in his hand, and talking to the housekeeper of the Feng Mansion. There were several carriages parked behind him, and people were carrying things down from the carriages one box at a time. Those boxes were covered with white cloth, which was very suitable for the funeral scene in the Feng Mansion.
He Zhong said a few words to the man, then turned and ran towards the gate. Not long after, Feng Jinyuan came out in person, lifting his robe and ready to kneel. The man quickly stepped forward to support Feng Jinyuan, then looked into the gate for a while, a trace of disappointment covering his face.
Huang Quan asked doubtfully, "Fifth Prince? What is he doing here?"
Wangchuan said: "It looks like they are here to pay their respects to the old lady."
Feng Yuheng laughed, "He is the only prince who came to visit, so Feng Jinyuan, who used to look disdainful of him, is now so flattering."
The person in front of the Feng Mansion was the Fifth Prince Xuan Tianyan. At this moment, he and Feng Jinyuan also saw the imperial carriage parked not far away. Xuan Tianyan was shocked and subconsciously said, "It's the ninth brother's imperial carriage."
Feng Jinyuan shuddered, and without saying a word, he ran towards the imperial carriage. When he got close, he knelt on the ground and said loudly, "Your Highness Prince Yu, I am grateful to you for coming to my house to pay your respects to my mother."
Xuan Tianyan also came forward, but he looked more carefully than Feng Jinyuan. He didn't know whether his ninth brother was inside, but Feng Yuheng, who was sitting inside, happened to meet him face to face.
He was not too surprised. It was normal for Feng Yuheng to be sitting in Xuan Tianming's imperial carriage. It was also normal for him to meet the young lady of the Feng family in front of their door. He just glanced at Feng Jinyuan who was kneeling on the ground, frowned slightly, and then said to Feng Yuheng: "County Master, long time no see."
Feng Jinyuan was startled, and subconsciously looked up, and saw his second daughter sitting in the imperial carriage looking at them. Feng Jinyuan's old face was a little embarrassed, but he was still not sure whether Xuan Tianming was in it, so he could only suppress the thought for the time being.
At this time, Feng Yuheng, who was sitting in the car, spoke up: "Father has always been indifferent to these etiquettes of upper and lower ranks, right? What have you done wrong again? To the extent that you have to perform such a great ceremony to this county lady?"
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