The voice was very unfamiliar, and the speaker's appearance was unusual. His skin was dark and a little rough, and his hair was not neatly combed like other men, nor was it tied into a crown. It was just casually loose, with a few braids. The man had a light stubble, a stout and sturdy build, but his facial features were as good-looking as the other sons of the Xuan family.
Feng Yuheng had seen this man more than two years ago, but he could only vaguely recognize a little bit of his original appearance, and most of it had changed. It was obvious that this must be the eighth prince stationed in Biannan, Xuan Tianmo.
Feng Yuheng thought, it was really like what those ladies said in Jingci Palace. The Eighth Prince had a smell that others didn't have, but it wasn't the kind that could be smelled, but it needed to be carefully analyzed. Women in ancient times were embarrassed to say it out loud, but she could analyze it more clearly. To put it bluntly, what smell? It was the smell of a man! Compared with other princes, he was less noble and more rough, but it was this roughness that made him look more different and more masculine. At first glance, he felt more secure than the Sixth and Seventh Princes.
Come to think of it, Xuan Tianming had fought in the northwest for two whole years. But Xuan Tianming was a delicate person. Even if he was fighting, he would never allow himself to become like this. In his opinion, this was no different from a savage.
As Feng Yuheng was thinking, she couldn't help but glance at Xuan Tianming's handsome face, and couldn't help but chuckle. But Xuan Tianming happened to look at her. As if he could guess what she was thinking, he rolled his eyes at her unceremoniously. Xuan Tiange saw their little actions clearly, and secretly laughed at Feng Yuheng for a long time.
Everyone sat down according to their order of importance. Xuan Tiange was not polite at all when the Eighth Prince wanted to give her the luminous cup. After thanking him, she even said that it would be unacceptable if the bag was not enough, which made Tianmo laugh. After all, Xuan Tiange was the only daughter of the Xuan family, and these princes still loved her a little.
The table with the luminous cups was filled with concubines, princes, princesses, grandsons, sons, princesses, and others. The other women of the officials could only watch from afar, envious, but some of them wanted to find an opportunity to get close to them so that they could get a closer look. After all, it was rare for ordinary people to see such things, and even these high-ranking officials did not see them often.
At this time, Tianwu also spoke. He didn't say anything about the New Year's greetings, but he praised the Eighth Prince first. "Mo'er came back from the south, not only bringing back so many luminous cups, but also bringing back a lot of treasures from the small countries in the desert. I have also broadened my horizons. There are many things that we in Dashun have never seen, and the ancient Shu also hides them in the annual tribute. It's better for us to pick them ourselves and take whatever we like."
These words made everyone blush, and even Xuan Tiange couldn't stand listening any longer, muttering quietly: "Why does this sound like a bandit? Uncle Huang is really... becoming more and more like a bandit."
Feng Yuheng also echoed, "Doesn't this mean that the Eighth Prince robbed it in the desert?"
Xuan Tiange nodded: "It must have been robbed, otherwise do you think the things in the desert can flow to us? Didn't you hear Uncle Huang say that the ancient Shu was reluctant to give us more tribute every year? With so many luminous cups, God knows how many countries the starlings robbed."
"But he has also made a name for himself." Feng Yuheng said, "More than half of those small countries have surrendered under his looting. Not only are they afraid of him, but they also respect him. They may join hands to help him take the throne and fight for a bloody battle in the court."
Xuan Tiange frowned when she heard this, but she was not surprised. She told Feng Yuheng, "My father usually doesn't like to care about state affairs. He never discusses state affairs in the mansion, but he heard a lot from Xifeng. General Pingnan is concerned about the south after all. The last time he heard about the killing of his old subordinates, he was so angry that he almost went there in person. Fortunately, he was persuaded by his family. Xifeng said that General Pingnan once said that there will be chaos in the south within half a year, and this chaos is not just a small chaos in the Biannan area. The target should be heading straight for the Dashun Central Plains. I think this chaos must be related to Bage, but I don't know to what extent he will toss it."
Feng Yuheng was also aware of this matter. She and Xuan Tianming had analyzed the situation in the south, and Xuan Tianming had just returned from the south not long ago, so he was very clear about the situation there. But she didn't say much to Xuan Tiange. It was enough for her to bear this kind of worry and fatigue alone, and there was no need to drag someone else down to worry about it.
At this time, Tianwu had already changed the previous topic and started talking about a very grandiose New Year's greeting, which was very literary, and some of the words were still difficult for her to understand. After all, the words and sentences used by the ancients in formal occasions and in writing were still relatively difficult to understand, unlike the vernacular that was usually on their lips. Feng Yuheng really had a headache about these.
With nothing else to do, she fiddled with a luminous cup in front of her while casting her eyes towards the princes' table opposite. Today, a round table was set up, as if to celebrate a family reunion, but this meant that several people were destined to have their backs to her. The eldest, second, and fourth princes were facing away from her, while the fifth and sixth princes were to the side. However, Xuan Tianhua, Xuan Tianming, and the eighth prince Xuan Tian Mo Tian were facing her, so she could see clearly.
As soon as the eyes were exchanged, another one immediately came to meet them, in time and with great force. Feng Yuheng felt that the eyes that came to meet her seemed to convey a wildness like a wild wolf. The eighth prince Xuan Tianmo did not restrain his aura at all when he looked at her. He just stared at her straight, as if provoking her, and also as if declaring war on her.
Feng Yuheng did not fight him with the same fierceness. Of course, as a little girl, she could not really have the kind of male frenzy. She just smiled at the man, and easily pushed a thousand pounds with four ounces, making Xuan Tianmo's punch seem to hit cotton, soft and cottony, and instantly lost its strength. But Xuan Tianmo really surprised Feng Yuheng. In such a contest, he lost a round, but the other party did not show any embarrassment or anger. Instead, he smiled naturally, raised his wine glass and compared it with her, then took a sip himself, and immediately regained his composure.
Feng Yuheng also raised the cup and took a sip, but couldn't help but sigh in her heart, no wonder Xuan Tiange said that her brother was not like the old third brother. Now it seems that not only is there a difference in status, but in terms of being a person, the original third prince Xuan Tianye is not even half as good as the eighth prince. In her impression, Xuan Tianye only exerted pressure on his opponent. If he lost this pressure, he would have no other way. Apart from anger, there was nothing else in Xuan Tianye. But Xuan Tianmo was different. Whether it was cold or hot, hateful or smiling, he could switch freely in the blink of an eye. Such a person is indeed an excellent opponent!
She looked at Xuan Tianming again, and the two of them smiled bitterly at each other. It was obvious that Xuan Tianming had already known what Feng Yuheng had observed. After many years of brotherhood, he knew this myna too well. So he just said to Feng Yuheng in a subtle way: "Be careful, old myna." He said nothing else and turned his head to listen to the super long blessing speech of Emperor Tianwu.
Feng Yuheng also withdrew his gaze and started to play with the cup in his hand again. However, he didn't know that at Xuan Tianming's table, there was another gaze, like a modest gentleman, unlike Xuan Tianhua's, which always contained hidden sadness. It was full of appreciation and an inexplicable yearning.
When Emperor Tianwu finally finished his congratulatory speech, Feng Yuheng was obviously relieved, but she saw that the other officials and ministers were not as tormented as she was, but were excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. So everyone stood up, kowtowed to Emperor Tianwu again, and said: "Your Majesty is wise!"
The next step was the gift-giving part. Apparently, when the women were at Jingciguan before, they had not had time to do this. This allowed Feng Yuheng to once again see how generous people were when giving gifts to the emperor. The appearance of various rare treasures also opened her eyes, and she even saw several main materials from her jade mine.
Zirui was also among those who gave gifts. The child was originally brought by Xuan Tianming, but after all, Xuan Feiyu also entered the palace, and the two children were mixed together again. Xuan Feiyu's injury had healed a lot and he could move around without any problems, but Zirui was very sensible and did not play with him like before. Instead, he carefully protected Feiyu, fearing that he would get hurt, which caused the second prince to praise him a lot.
Zirui's gift was prepared by Feng Yuheng herself. Although it was not as dazzling as others' gifts, her things were incomparable to others. Whether it was the fountain pen or the fountain pen ink, or the paper from her space, they were all not available in this era. They were unheard of and unseen. Tianwu was curious about Zirui's things while listening to his explanation carefully. He also learned how to fill the fountain pen with ink on the spot, and then imitated Zirui's actions and wrote a few words on the paper.
Tianwu was not used to the awkward way of holding the pen for a while, and the first few words he wrote were crooked and not pretty at all. But when he wrote the fifth one, he obviously found the feeling, and the following words became smoother and smoother, and the more he wrote, the happier he was. At the end, he couldn't help but sigh: "Maybe this kind of thing can be used by my Dashun, it can be said to be a blessing for my Dashun!" As he said this, he immediately looked at Feng Yuheng. Tianwu certainly understood that Zirui, a little kid, didn't get these good things, and most of the strange things he had seen in the past two years were made by Feng Yuheng.
Feng Yuheng knew this would happen. Thinking about it, the structure of a fountain pen is not very difficult. Now that steel tools are available, steelmaking is no longer a problem. As long as there are skilled craftsmen, it is not difficult to make a fountain pen. As for fountain pen ink, it is just a kind of ink, so it is not difficult to make it.
So she nodded, stood up and said to Tianwu: "This thing was given to me by my Persian master. He also taught me the craftsmanship to make it. After the New Year, I will find some craftsmen to try to make it. I think I won't disappoint my father."
Tianwu was very happy, and immediately ordered Feng Yuheng to take this matter seriously. If it was done well and spread widely, there would be a generous reward.
But as soon as these words came out, a voice suddenly came, asking Feng Yuheng, "The princess said that thing came from Persia? Is this true?"
Feng Yuheng suddenly looked at the person who spoke, the wild Eighth Prince, and immediately had a bad premonition rising in his heart...
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