Noblewoman Yuan couldn't understand why the Lu family could get Feng Yuheng as a helper. She originally thought that the Lu family was already exhausted. In addition, she also heard some things about the previous dynasty. The emperor had always been lukewarm towards the Lu family. Although he was the left prime minister, Lu Song did not make much achievements in the government. In addition, he had been in office for less than a year, so his status and power in the court were far less than Feng Jinyuan, who had occupied the position of left prime minister for many years. She wanted to give up the Lu family as a chess piece, but she didn't expect such a strange thing to happen.
Noblewoman Yuan asked Yuexiu, "Did you deliver the letter and portrait I sent to Biannan last time exactly as I instructed?"
Yuexiu got anxious when she heard this and immediately knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, please understand! I dare not deceive you at all. Everything was sent out as it was, and the messenger is someone we can trust. It was sent by the Eighth Prince in the past, and there is absolutely no mistake in this matter."
Concubine Yuan reached out her hand to help her up and said, "Stand up and talk. There are many people coming and going here. Let's talk while we walk. And don't call me Empress anymore. I am not Empress anymore."
Yuexiu felt bad too, and said helplessly, "I've gotten used to being called Empress for so many years, but now you're suddenly called Young Master again. Haven't you been in the palace for so many years in vain?"
Concubine Yuan snorted coldly, "It's not in vain. I still have Mo'er. I can endure the grievances now. As long as Mo'er ascends the throne one day, what will these matter?"
Yuexiu nodded, "Yes, Master, you are right to think so. As long as the Eighth Prince does not fall, we still have hope."
The two of them walked back to the tent while talking, but they still had no clue about the letter that was sent to the Eighth Prince, so they had to give up for the time being.
But Feng Yuheng did not return to her own tent. She walked halfway and took a detour, taking the two maids to Emperor Tianwu's tent. The two of them had just performed a play together in the hunting ground, and now that the curtain had fallen, she should show up and discuss things with him.
Sure enough, when Feng Yuheng arrived, he heard Tianwu saying to Zhang Yuan: "Look, I said Ah Heng would definitely come, and here he is."
Zhang Yuan glared at him, then smiled at Feng Yuheng and said, "Princess, you are here. The Emperor has been talking about you for a long time."
"Ah Heng is also thinking about father. Look, he just got some good tea and is busy sending it to father." Feng Yuheng bowed to Tianwu with a smile, and then was given a seat and served tea by palace servants. Then she saw Zhang Yuan sent out the extra people in the tent, so she reached into her sleeve and took out a can of Biluochun from the space: "I think the tea that was sent to father last time has been almost finished. Ah Heng brought another can. Father will taste it later."
Zhang Yuan stepped forward and took the tea can. He looked at the strange characters on it and said to himself, "These characters are different from the last ones sent to the palace. I can recognize a few of them. The three characters in the middle are pronounced Biluochun, right?" The three characters of Biluochun are the same in traditional and simplified Chinese. Zhang Yuan naturally recognized them. He had learned a little about this method of horizontal arrangement from right to left from Feng Yuheng with Tianwu, so it was not too awkward for him to read it. However, he could not recognize some simplified characters, but he could guess about 70% of them. "It seems that this Persian script is not much different from our Dashun." He muttered to himself, and showed the tea can to Tianwu while speaking.
Feng Yuheng quickly explained to Zhang Yuan and Tianwu: "This kind of writing was created by my master Si. He has lived in Dashun for many years, and he combined the Dashun characters to create a simpler set of characters. It is not real Persian. The real Persian is very different from our characters. We can't even understand them when they speak." As she spoke, she sighed in her heart. As expected, one lie requires ten lies to cover it up. She used to call him a Persian master, but now she has to make up for everything. It is also a brainwork.
Speaking of which, Dashun also had tea, but most of it was fried tea. The advanced method of making and drying tea was not mastered in this era, so the fried tea had to be brewed, and the brewed tea was too strong, so that the original aroma of the tea had been severely destroyed. After drinking it, it smelled extremely bad and it could not be called an enjoyable experience.
Of course, this is also for people like Feng Yuheng who are used to drinking good tea in later generations. For people of this era, the tea that the royal nobles can drink is already the best quality, and they don’t think it is a torture. However, since Feng Yuheng couldn’t stand the taste of Dashun’s tea and began to take out good tea from the space to improve the taste for Emperor Tianwu and her close friends, Emperor Tianwu also began to be unable to accept the original fried tea.
"It's different from last time." Tianwu said as he studied it, "Ah Heng, you are so thoughtful! Last time, there was only a bottom of the tea left in the jar. Xiao Yuanzi said that it could be brewed twice at most, so he didn't want to bring it here. But I enjoyed that tea very much. Is there no more? Is this Biluochun good? Which one is better than the last one called... Longjing, yes, Longjing?"
Feng Yuheng smiled and told him, "Both are top-quality teas. The production method is very different from that of Dashun. They also do not need to be cooked. Just brew them with water that is not too hot. As for the taste and aroma, the Longjing tea that Father drank last time had an aroma similar to the aroma of orchid beans, while the aroma of Biluochun is closer to the aroma of tea and fruit. Of course, there is also a kind of Biluochun tea that is closer to the aroma of chestnuts, but Ah Heng does not have that kind on hand. As for which one tastes better, it depends on your taste. If you like both, it is also good to switch between them on weekdays."
While she was talking, Zhang Yuan had already ordered someone to make some tea. Tianwu was so happy that he laughed loudly, praising Feng Yuheng as he laughed: "Old Nine always said that he met you in the mountains. In my opinion, you are simply a fairy he picked up from the mountains! Ever since I drank the tea you sent me, I don't want to touch the best teas in the palace anymore. They are simply unpalatable."
Feng Yuheng nodded and said unequivocally, "It's really unpalatable. I've been used to drinking the tea given by my master in the northwest, and when I returned to Beijing to drink the brewed tea, I almost vomited after the first sip!"
The two discussed tea leaves, and Tianwu tasted the Biluochun tea that the palace maid had just brewed and served. It was just as Feng Yuheng said, with a different aroma. But he was hesitant to compare it with Longjing. He felt that both were good, and couldn't be better. So he agreed with Feng Yuheng's second opinion: "Let's drink them alternately. I like both."
Feng Yuheng knew this would be the result, so she smiled and said, "Then after we get back, Ah Heng will send some Longjing tea to your father in the palace." She also picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. After putting it down, she finally talked about the topic of today - "Father, have you really thought about the marriage between the Eighth Prince and Miss Lu?"
Tianwu ignored her, took a few sips from the tea bowl, and then told Zhang Yuan to continue. Only then did he have time to discuss with Feng Yuheng, "It's not a good idea. I have too many sons, and they are all restless, and their mothers are also restless. Since this marriage was chosen by his mother herself, I will make it happen. It's no big deal."
Feng Yuheng reminded him: "But father knows clearly that the daughter of the Lu family was not chosen by Yuan Guiren. That was just the result of the Ninth Prince's substitution. The one that Yuan Guiren actually chose was Fu Ya from the Yao family's villa."
"Isn't that better?" Tianwu shrugged and said, "I believe Ming'er has his own reasons for doing things. He hijacked the letter and portrait of Yuan Guiren on the way, and immediately asked people around him to imitate the handwriting and change the name inside to the daughter of the Lu family. Why didn't he change it to someone else? It means that Ming'er thinks it's more interesting to change to a member of the Lu family, which can deal a powerful blow to them. So, I have to help him."
Feng Yuheng couldn't help but sigh. Whether it was the royal family or the common people's family, it was inevitable that there would be some bias when there were too many children. But as an emperor, he could favor one of his sons to this extent, which was also a wonder. However, she didn't think that Emperor Tianwu was wrong to do so. After all, over the years, she also understood the temperaments of these princes. Even the sixth and eighth princes, who she had the least contact with, were not completely unknown to her. For example, the eighth prince was able to quell the rebellion in Biannan, which showed that he had the ability, but he formed a clique over there and set up a small court in Biannan. In addition, there was a biological mother like Yuan Guiren in the palace. Such a person could not handle the overall situation. He was not important enough for the country.
On the contrary, although Xuan Tianming was willful and reckless on weekdays, he was never vague about national affairs, not for his own selfishness, not to mention that there was a woman behind him. Emperor Tianwu was not a fool. Even if she was careful to cover up on weekdays, Emperor Tianwu always had his own way to carefully examine the queen he chose for the next generation of monarchs. Feng Yuheng believed that although Tianwu did not know much about her, he knew enough to understand that Xuan Tianming had her by his side, which would be the greatest help to Dashun. Therefore, in the matter of the throne, the emperor had long stopped thinking about it. Similarly, all those sons who coveted the throne were messes that he would do everything possible to help Xuan Tianming to settle.
"Ah Heng admires your father's love for his country and his son." She said sincerely: "It is better for His Majesty to have a father like you and for the Dashun Dynasty to have a monarch like you than to have thousands of troops."
"Hey!" Tianwu waved his hand, "Old Nine can have a wife like you, that's better than thousands of troops." As expected, he knew more of Feng Yuheng's little secrets. "It's just that I met Old Nine's mother too late, otherwise, I wouldn't have married the eight before. Too many wives will make trouble!"
Zhang Yuan couldn't help but sigh after hearing this, "What a pity! The royal family always has to expand, this is the rule of our ancestors."
Several people were talking in the tent when they heard hurried footsteps coming from outside. Soon, the tent curtain was pulled open and the person who rushed in was the eldest prince Xuan Tianqi.
Tianwu was stunned. The eldest prince had never been so unruly. He rushed in now. I hope something big had happened!
Even Feng Yuheng stood up from his chair, and saw the eldest prince kneeling on the ground and saying anxiously: "Father, my nephew Feiyu went to play in the woods and was bitten by a small beast. The small beast that bit him was..."
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