Respect him as your father and keep him in your heart
Feng Yuheng had never seen Concubine Yun cry. In her impression, this Concubine Yun was either always laughing or arrogant. She didn't care about anything at all. She was very kind to her two sons.
But even now, she could clearly see a little sparkle in the eyes of Concubine Yun when she looked at Yao Xian. But it was only for a moment, and the stubborn Concubine Yun quickly took back her tears and continued to say to Yao Xian: "Because I remember that my uncle told me before he left that the person I want to marry in this life does not have to be powerful or handsome, but must treat me very well and wholeheartedly. Uncle said that our village is very good, the people are simple and honest, and people are simple-minded. People can be happiest living in such a place. You hope that I can be happy in the village all my life, and never be like my mother, who was deceived by people outside the village. But... I was really deceived. Not only was I deceived, I also followed him to leave the mountain village. Although I had no choice but to do so because of the rampant plague at that time, it was not until I followed him back to his home that I knew that he was the king of a country, and he already had a wife, concubines and sons in his home... It is said that one wife, two concubines, three mistresses and four slaves, so at that time I counted on my fingers myself, I couldn't even be the fifth child, he already had so many sons alone."
Yun Fei's voice was full of loneliness and extreme sarcasm. Facing Yao Xian, she was like a child who had done something wrong, afraid and aggrieved. But her words only aroused Yao Xian's sympathy, but did not resonate with him. Yao Xian used a lot of effort to turn over this part in the original owner's memory, but unfortunately, he failed in the end. He had some vague memories of living in the mountain village, but he could not get more. The memory of the original owner he inherited was not as perfect as Feng Yuheng's. After all, the original owner was very old when he died. In addition, when Feng Yuheng came, this body was only twelve years old. Since the original owner could remember things when he was three or four years old, his memory was less than ten years old, so it was natural that he could remember it clearly. Yao Xian's original owner treated countless injuries and illnesses throughout his life. Yun Fei's incident happened more than thirty years ago, so it was normal that he could not remember it.
Concubine Yun didn't even ask Yao Xian whether he could remember her, as if Yao Xian's reaction had little to do with her. She just wanted to talk, just wanted to speak for herself, and she would feel better after saying out the words that had been in her heart for so many years.
Fortunately, Yao Xian and Feng Yuheng were both very patient people, and they really wanted to hear the story of Concubine Yun, so the three of them sat in the main hall of Louyue Temple, talking and chatting, drinking tea, eating fruit snacks, from the morning to the evening, Yao Xian finally had some impressions of the past in his mind. He vaguely remembered that the original owner had saved a pregnant woman in a deep mountain decades ago, and he went into the mountain to find some rare herbs. After saving the pregnant woman, he went to the mountain village. The people in the mountain village were very enthusiastic, and he stayed there for several years. It was during those years that he developed many special herbs.
But in the end, the same thing happened. In Yao's memory, the memory of Concubine Yun and her daughter was very shallow. This also made Yao Xian know that the original owner was actually a person with indifferent emotions. He devoted himself to medicine. Saving the dying and the wounded was just his job and a professional behavior. But he didn't have a deep memory of who he saved. Even in those years, he was indifferent to the Yao family and didn't contact them. He was alone in the mountains, leaving the Yao family in the capital. Calculated, the original owner's youngest son should not have been big at that time.
But that was a thing of the past after all. Yao Xian couldn't remember it now, and Yun Fei didn't expect him to have much memory of her, so everything was fine. They just said a lot of polite words, and with Feng Yuheng mediating, the atmosphere was much better than when they first came in.
Feng Yuheng and Yao Xian left the palace in the evening. When they left, Concubine Yun looked relieved. It was always a good thing to fulfill a wish, and Yao Xian's indifference also made her relieve a lot of burdens. Later, she thought that this ending was the best. She remembered that he also had an impression of her. He was neither far nor near, neither close nor distant. In addition, with Ah Heng now, there was another connection between the two. This feeling was very good. No matter what, she respected him as a father and kept him in her heart, which was enough.
Feng Yuheng still cleverly used the space to bring Yao Xian out of the palace, until he returned to the Princess's Mansion and entered his own room. Only then did he dismiss everyone and flash into the space.
At that time, Yao Xian was pacing among the medicine cabinets on the first floor. When he saw Feng Yuheng coming in, he quickly said, "When I was in the palace just now, I recalled Yao Xian's previous memories and found that he went to the mountain village to find some rare medicinal materials. The direction of his research was also to develop special medicines such as anti-inflammatory and analgesic. It's a pity that the medicine he finally developed was a great improvement for this era, but compared with the Western medicine of later generations, it is completely useless."
Feng Yuheng nodded, "Yes, although the medicine of this era cannot be called very backward, it is still too simple compared to later generations. Whether it is medicine or techniques, including the doctors' concepts, there is room for improvement. Few people can think of studying the prototype of surgical operations like Song Kang did, but speaking of this, Song Kang was inspired by a tribal native."
"Ah Heng." Yao Xian looked at her seriously, "I know you want to popularize advanced medical knowledge in this life, but have you ever thought about how difficult it is? Not to mention that these medicines are definitely not made by you and me, the only way is to get them out of this space. But once the medicines leave this space, they have a shelf life. The world is so big, it's okay for you to only manage Baicaotang in the capital, but once there are too many branches, it will be a problem for you to replenish the stock. Ah Heng, even if imagination is beautiful, it must be realistic."
"I know." Feng Yuheng nodded, also physically and mentally exhausted. "I have thought about it, but it is difficult, but I will never give up if I don't try. Grandpa, why did God arrange us to come to this place? It is impossible that everyone will die and there will be another arrangement. Moreover, this Dashun Dynasty does not exist in the history we are familiar with. It seems to come out of thin air. Sometimes I always doubt whether all this is true? If Dashun does not exist in the historical time and space, then what am I?" She said a little excitedly. This is an idea that has always existed in her mind, but she never dared to say it. Sometimes, even if she suspected that all this was an illusion, she did not dare to say it, for fear that some things would be destroyed at the touch of a button. But here, there are too many people that she favors.
"You're overthinking it." Yao Xian told her, "It's not that the history we know is the real history. Historians are just speculating and guessing based on the traces left by an era. Which of the so-called Xia, Shang and Western Zhou dynasties, or the so-called Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, was actually experienced by people in later generations? They are historians, not gods. They can also make mistakes and omit things. Just because they didn't say something doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Similarly, just because we don't know something doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
"Grandpa, do you mean that the Dashun Dynasty still existed in history? It's just that historians of later generations haven't discovered it yet?" She frowned and thought about it again, but shook her head. "It shouldn't be like that. With the prosperity of Dashun, it's not the same as the Xia, Shang and Western Zhou dynasties. It must be... very close to the Tang and Song dynasties. Sometimes I even feel that its civilization has reached the Ming Dynasty stage. How could historians not find any trace of history that is so close to the footsteps of later generations?"
"That's another possibility." Yao Xian continued, "There is another situation, called 'parallel space'. Different spaces have different characters living in the same time and in parallel time and space. Because they are parallel, we can never meet. We live our lives and they live their lives. We could never know each other's existence, but we accidentally traveled through the parallel point in one death and arrived at the other side. Child, do you understand what grandpa said?"
It was a strange statement, but Feng Yuheng understood it. After all, she came from the 21st century, and technology was advanced to that era. What could be unspeakable? So, she nodded and said nothing more. Ban Zou was still asked to send Yao Xian back to the Yao family, but Yao Xian said to her before leaving: "You are right to do this. Grandpa has shared hardships with you, but the Yao family is not our real relatives after all. Child, take care of yourself."
The first snow of the year did not fall until mid-November, but it was quite heavy, with thick snow on the streets that was higher than the tops of shoes. People speculated whether there would be a winter disaster that year, but fortunately the snow only stopped at this point and did not continue.
Feng Yuheng took Wangchuan Huangquan to walk on the street, looked at a few shops, and then walked aimlessly. Huangquan said that she was thinking about the Ninth Prince, Feng Yuheng refused to admit it, but she was thinking about it in her heart, why didn't he send a letter back for so long?
The three of them walked and walked until they arrived at the door of An's embroidery shop. Looking around, the shop was quite lively, with many people buying embroidery, and some people picking up goods, walking out with large and small bags. Huang Quan said, "Mrs. An's shop is booming, and she and Miss Three can live a better life."
Wang Chuan also whispered, "Yes! I heard that under Feng Fendai's instigation, the Fifth Prince reduced the allowance for the Feng family by half. It was barely enough to support Feng Jinyuan's expenses, let alone the expenses for the Third Miss and Aunt An. Fortunately, they have their own shops and don't rely on others to support them."
"If you ask me, Feng Jinyuan deserves it." Huang Quan agreed with Fendai's approach this time. "Only a powerful character like Feng Fendai should deal with him. He is still a father, but how can he act like a father? Last time when Prince Lian came to our Princess's Mansion, he was still saying that Feng Jinyuan learned to climb the wall. One time, he directly climbed over the wall of Feng Mansion to the other side of Lian Mansion, and his arm was bleeding. Later, Feng Fendai didn't even hire a doctor, and let him hold on like that. I heard that he howled in the mansion for several days before the pain stopped."
As he was speaking, he heard someone behind him shouting rudely, "Miss Feng is out, everyone, get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
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