Duanmu Anguo hadn't finished his words when he was interrupted by someone. Not only was his words blocked, but just when he was about to walk down the stage and rush over to Feng Yuheng, he was suddenly pushed. The force was so strong that even Duanmu Anguo, who was born as a military commander, couldn't stand and had to take a few steps back, and finally sat back on the chair with a "thump".
Feng Yuheng felt a red shadow coming again, cutting off the line of sight between her and Duanmu Anguo. She was very upset. How did she become the Ice Flower Fairy?
"Your Highness the Lotus King!" Duanmu Anguo was also angry. He didn't care about the identity of the Lotus King and shouted, "That's the person I chose!"
King Lian frowned, turned around and looked at Duanmu Anguo, and asked in confusion: "You said you chose her? When did you say it? Who heard it?"
"I..." Duanmu An was speechless, and he had only said half of his words, "But these girls were originally for me to choose! They are to enter the Winter Palace!"
"No, no, no." King Lian shook his head, and at the same time, he pulled Feng Yuheng with one hand and walked back to his seat. "When the Northern Territory was under the jurisdiction of Dashun, you could do whatever you wanted to me, but since you announced to the world that you would lead the three provinces back to Qianzhou, then I tell you that Qianzhou will not tolerate your reckless behavior. You set up a palace privately to recruit concubines and talents. Are you telling Qianzhou that you want to enter the palace and become emperor? Duanmu Anguo, you call yourself a minister, but now you want to snatch people from me. Where do you get the courage?"
Feng Yuheng's hand was held by King Lian, and she felt that this woman's hand was so soft, as if it had no bones, and it was very comfortable to hold. She couldn't help but hold it tighter.
King Lian seemed to have sensed something and turned around and winked at her. The domineering look on his face when he scolded Duanmu Anguo disappeared in an instant.
Feng Yuheng thought that this woman was exactly what she wanted. The way she spoke and acted made her feel integrated, as if she was another self. If she was not from the Qianzhou royal family... Unfortunately, she was from the Qianzhou royal family. The Qianzhou royal family was her destined enemy in this life. Just for Zirui's severed finger, she had no intention of letting anyone with the surname Feng go.
Thinking of this, she subconsciously pulled her hand back. The Lotus King cast a puzzled look at her, and then suddenly realized: "Duanmu Anguo, please get up, and continue singing and dancing. Don't scare our little...what's your name?"
Feng Yuheng rolled his eyes, "Xiao Ya."
"Yes, Xiaoya. Come on, you guys should sing and dance, don't scare our Xiaoya. As for you, Duanmu Anguo, if you have listened to what I said before, then let these children go back, and change the name of this Winter Palace. I don't care about the women in it, but they can no longer be called concubines. Just consider them as concubines for fun. But if you don't intend to listen--" Her eyes were stern, and her tone changed sharply. In an instant, she returned to her previous attitude and said, "If you don't intend to listen, then continue. It's just that you have to think about the three provinces in the northern border. You don't want Qianzhou, and you also rebel against Dashun. From now on, the people of these three provinces will have to be protected by you alone."
She sat down after she finished speaking. Feng Yuheng stood behind her. The two maids who had brought out the Ice Lotus Lantern in advance still stood on both sides and stared directly at Duanmu Anguo, as if forcing him to make a decision.
Duanmu Anguo was so embarrassed by what King Lian said. He had been the only one in the Northern Realm for decades. Even officials from Dashun had to act according to his mood. However, the tiny Qianzhou always made him lose face. King Lian, who was only the cousin of the King of Qianzhou, actually dared to speak to him like this.
However, no matter how angry he was, he could only keep it in his heart. He had just praised the good things about Qianzhou in front of all the people, saying that their roots were in Qianzhou, and that they wanted to trace their roots and return to Qianzhou. If he started a fight over this matter again, he would be slapping himself in the face.
Duanmu Anguo was also able to let go, and simply waved his hand: "Everyone, go down!" Then he walked back to his seat and sat down, and then said to Prince Lian: "It is my fault for not thinking it through. Your Highness Prince Lian, please give me a few days, and I will definitely handle this matter." After saying that, he thought for a while and added: "In fact, I set up this winter palace and admitted these winter concubines just to show it to the Emperor of Dashun. Your Highness knows that I have always been dissatisfied with the Dashun royal family."
King Lian nodded, but he didn't even look at him. He just asked in confusion, "Why hasn't the song and dance started yet?"
Duanmu Anguo laughed loudly, and waved his hand again, and a group of dancers immediately came on stage. However, his eyes were cast on Feng Yuheng again, and he asked loudly: "That girl, what did you say your name was just now? Whose child are you from?"
Feng Yuheng replied: "The Fu residence in the southwest lane of Songzhou City is my home. My name is Fu Ya."
"Fu Ya, yes." Duanmu Anguo nodded and instructed an attendant beside him, "Take 100 taels of silver to the Fu family and tell them that their daughter is very much loved by His Royal Highness the Lotus King and has been accepted as his disciple. By the way, go to the Xianzi Pavilion and get a portrait of the Fu family's daughter taken in the last three years."
In the three northern provinces, for every girl who turned ten years old, a painter from the Xianzi Pavilion in each province would come to her home every year to paint a portrait for her, which would then be stored in the Xianzi Pavilion's gallery for Duanmu Anguo to view at any time.
The real Fu Ya just turned thirteen this year, one year younger than Feng Yuheng. Even if she didn't enter the Fantasy Pavilion, she would still participate in the selection of the Winter Concubine this year. As of this year, there are three portraits of Fu Ya in Xianzi. It is obvious that Duanmu Anguo wants to use this to expose Feng Yuheng's true identity. Although he is still not sure that the other party is the woman who set the fire that day, he is not so old that his eyes are blurry after all. He can be sure after seeing it 70% to 80% clearly.
Feng Yuheng didn't show any special reaction after hearing him say this. He just bowed and thanked him for the reward. Then he stood behind King Lian and watched the singing and dancing on the field without looking away and without moving.
But in fact, she also had a lot of questions in her mind, the biggest of which was why did the Lotus King save her? Since there is no love without reason in the world, then the other party was obviously trying to show her good will.
But why?
Feng Yuheng was puzzled, and at this time, the crazy woman Lian Wang was up to something again. She told Duanmu Anguo, "I heard that there is an ice lake in the winter palace of the Grand Commander. There are some good fish hidden under the three feet of ice."
Duanmu Anguo did not hide it, nodded and said: "Thanks to the kindness of King Qianzhou, every year a few fish from the Four-Color Lake are reserved for me, and I take them back to my house to raise. Those fish are too precious, and I only ate less than two in the past year. The rest are prepared to be presented to you during the New Year. This year, His Royal Highness Prince Lian has come to Songzhou in person, so tomorrow I will send someone to break the ice and catch a fish for Your Highness to enjoy."
"Hey!" The Lotus King waved his hands, "Master Duanmu, you obviously don't want to give it to me, otherwise why would you wait until I asked for it? And wait until tomorrow? You should have prepared it today! But today is New Year's Day, so I won't bother with you. I have already broken the ice and taken two fish from your frozen lake. I told the kitchen to stew them this morning, and they should be cooked by now."
As soon as he finished speaking, a waiter came in with two large plates. People could smell the aroma of fish from a distance. The fish taken out of the ice had a unique flavor, and the fish meat was firmer and very delicious.
Duanmu Anguo watched as the two servants placed two plates of fish on the table of King Lian and his table respectively, then bowed and left. The fish in the plates were stewed whole, without damaging the appearance of the fish itself at all. It was the precious species that he had taken great pains to catch from the Four-Colored Lake.
Duanmu Anguo looked at this fish, and then at the one in front of King Lian. He felt even sadder than if his wife had died.
Feng Yuheng tried hard to hold back her laughter, and almost got hurt. She was thinking that when she burned down the Dutong Mansion the day before yesterday, Duanmu Anguo was only angry, but not distressed. But now, the old man was really distressed! It seemed that what was stewed was not the fish, but the huge amount of banknotes.
The woman, Princess Lian, didn't care about that. She picked up her chopsticks and poked directly into the fish, then took a big bite and put it in her mouth. She chewed it twice, nodded and said, "Not bad." Looking at Duanmu Anguo, she couldn't help but say, "Why doesn't the Grand Commander eat it? Don't you like it? If you don't like it, don't waste it by leaving it there. Give it to my maid to eat."
Duanmu Anguo was so angry that his nose almost got crooked. He picked up the chopsticks in his hand and poked the fish hard!
There was singing and dancing below, and fish was being eaten above. His Royal Highness Prince Lian was enjoying the meal very much. Feng Yuheng asked a lantern-carrying maid nearby in a low voice: "Can the prince of Qianzhou be a woman?"
The maid looked at her like a monster for a while, snorted coldly and said, "What the hell is it to you?" Then she said nothing more.
Feng Yuheng was frustrated, but she was not discouraged. She turned around and asked another maid holding a lantern, "Can a woman also be a prince?"
The maid's reply was more direct: "Are you sick?"
You are the one who is sick? Feng Yuheng rolled her eyes, thinking that Qian Zhou was really unique. She was so favored by Dashun, and she was not named a queen by Tianwu, but in Qian Zhou's small place, there was a queen. It was really strange.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a man walk up to the Lotus King, bow slightly, and raise the wine glass in front of him, "I am Duanmu Cong, and I offer a glass to His Majesty the Lotus King."
The woman frowned, "Commoner? Are you a commoner worthy enough to drink with me?"
Duanmu Cong looked embarrassed and quickly changed his words: "I would like to offer a toast to His Royal Highness Prince Lian on behalf of my father Duanmu Anguo. My father is old and in poor health, so he shouldn't drink too much."
"Oh." The woman finally stopped eating the fish, but added: "That's right, I guess your father used all his energy to pamper women, so he has no energy to drink. Well, I'll give you face and have a drink." After that, she picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp without any greeting.
Duanmu Cong was even more embarrassed. He finally finished the glass of wine and was about to go back to his seat, but he heard the woman pondering and saying, "Hey? Why are your eyebrows so light? Are they not well-grown naturally or are they created later?" Then she slapped her forehead and said, "Oh, you got burned by the fire the other day, right?"
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