For Feng Yuheng, the lie of the Persian master has always been like the story of the "second shoe", always hanging in his heart, but he didn't know when it would fall. Although he didn't know what the final situation would be today, it was the first time that someone put this matter on the table. When the matter came to an end, Feng Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and his heart was relieved. When he looked at the eighth prince again, he actually gave him a faint smile before the dancer appeared, then leaned over and said, "Thank you."
To be honest, the Eighth Prince Xuan Tianmo was a little confused about her thank you and the faint smile on her face. He had doubts about the second daughter of the Feng family since the beginning. At the palace banquet more than two years ago, Feng Yuheng shot three arrows into the bull's eye. Everyone cheered for it, but he felt something was wrong. At that time, Feng Yuheng was just a twelve-year-old girl. Even if she met a strange master in the northwest for three years, it was too strange. The princes had practiced kung fu since they were young. I have never heard of anyone who could learn and achieve success in three years, and even achieve the level of 100 steps and 100 hits. Even the ninth prince Xuan Tianming, who had the best archery skills, could not do it.
Since then, Xuan Tianmo had become suspicious. Later, when he went to Biannan, he never stopped asking about the news in Beijing. All the things Feng Yuheng had done were passed on to his ears. The more he listened, the more strange and shocked he felt. Gradually, he began to have the intention to find out.
Speaking of which, Xuan Tianming had thought about helping Feng Yuheng to cover up, but firstly, he himself did not understand what was going on with Feng Yuheng, and secondly, Feng Yuheng's mysterious space made it impossible for him to start. This matter has been dragged on until now, until today, when the dancer from Persia came on stage and the exotic tunes came together, all those who had associated the relationship between Feng Yuheng and the Persian strange man pulled their thoughts back and cast their eyes on the hall.
Persian women have high nose bridges, large eye sockets, and slightly darker skin than Dashun people, but their facial contours are clear and well-proportioned, and they look more attractive than people in southern Xinjiang. Not only that, during the Moonlit Palace Banquet, some people saw the dance of the ancient Shu princess and felt that her bright and bold clothes were beyond the reach of Dashun dancers, but she still danced happily and didn't think anything of it. At that time, people thought that ancient Shu was an open country, but today seeing the Persian dancers has once again overturned their understanding of the word "bold". These dancers can also embroider their faces, and all of them have patterns embroidered on their faces. Although they are covered with colorful veils, you can still tell where the embroidery is and how delicate it is.
Feng Yuheng was enjoying the Persian dance amid the people's admiration, while also feeling the gazes from the eighth prince Xuan Tianmo from time to time.
Finally, the song ended, but the dancers did not retreat outside the hall, but just moved back, as if waiting for something. At this time, the eighth prince Xuan Tianmo stood up and was about to speak to Emperor Tianwu, but he heard Xuan Tianming's voice at the side speak first, saying something that made people vomit blood: "Eighth brother, I don't understand, you just want to watch the dance, why do you keep looking at our Hengheng? She is your sister-in-law, and as a brother, you keep staring at your sister-in-law at the banquet, is this okay?"
Xuan Tianmo's words were blocked, and he turned to look at Xuan Tianming, frowning slightly: "Ninth brother, what do you mean by this?"
Xuan Tianming snorted coldly: "I just want to ask you why you keep staring at my wife."
"Who was staring at her?" This was Xuan Tianmo's subconscious reply, but he lacked confidence because he really looked at her, but that was not what Lao Jiu meant, right?
The person who answered this question changed, but a calm voice was raised, saying a very mundane sentence - "You looked, a total of 18 times, each time staying for more than five breaths." The person who could make such a sound was naturally the seventh prince Xuan Tianhua. Everyone in the palace knew that this seventh prince looked like a god, spoke calmly, and treated people kindly. But this was only limited to the situation where there was no conflict of interest with him and the people he cared about. Once the other party involved his fundamental interests, or once the other party touched the people he cared about, then this was not a god, but a demon. Unfortunately, he didn't care about many people, Emperor Tianwu, Concubine Yun, the ninth prince, and now of course the ninth prince's future daughter-in-law. Therefore, when Xuan Tianhua spoke at this time, people were not surprised at all, but just looked at Xuan Tianmo helplessly, thinking that this was how the eighth prince should go through this level.
Xuan Tianmo had not expected that Old Seven would actually butt in at this time, and what he said was well-reasoned and he even counted the numbers. But he had indeed looked at Feng Yuheng for quite a long time, which made it impossible for him to refute. He was stunned for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed.
On the other side, Xuan Tiange also spoke up at this time: "Eighth Brother, are you attracted to Ah Heng? This won't do! Our Ah Heng and Ninth Brother have been engaged since childhood!"
"That's right!" Suddenly, several people stood up in the hall, both men and women, but they were the three masters and three ladies of the Yao family. Then Yao Jingjun said, "Thank you for your kindness, Eighth Prince, but our Ah Heng will marry the Ninth Prince on the day of her coming of age in April. I hope that the Eighth Prince will respect himself and not do anything that will embarrass others and make him lose face." Yao Jingjun is the eldest son of the Yao family and Feng Yuheng's uncle. As the saying goes, the mother is the eldest uncle. The Eighth Prince was exposed in public for doing such a thing. It is natural for an uncle to stand up for his niece. What's more, Yao Jingjun dared not say anything! Even if the other party was the Eighth Prince, so what? The Yao family's position was very clear, that is, the most loyal supporter of the Ninth Prince Xuan Tianming. In addition, Yao Xian had a relationship with Emperor Tianwu, so he dared to say a few words in front of the emperor even if it was the emperor's son.
Yao Jingjun's words made the Eighth Prince speechless for a long time. He had experienced the lies of the Ninth Prince Xuan Tianming since he was a child, and the unreasonableness hidden under the appearance of the Seventh Prince Xuan Tianhua. Later, he heard that Feng Yuheng was also a girl with the same virtue as the Ninth Prince, and the Yao family, which was driven to the Wasteland State many years ago, was ignored by him. What is the situation now? Are all people united to find fault? But they still use this method. Xuan Tianmo feels that he is like a scholar who has fallen into the camp of soldiers. He can't explain it clearly. It is obviously a vicious incident of "scaring a little girl with a fierce look", but this group of people said that he "intentionally molested a girl from his natal family". This black pot was taken from him, and he didn't know how to take it off. He couldn't refute that I didn't like your girl, I wanted to kill your girl. According to the temper of the Ninth Prince, if he really dared to say this so bluntly, wouldn't he fight him on the spot? Although he might not necessarily lose, but if the seventh brother were to join in, he would have no chance of winning at all.
Xuan Tianmo was extremely puzzled. He hadn't been back for a few years. Why were there so many shameless people in the capital?
He didn't say anything for a while, but the concubines at the table, Yuan Guiren, couldn't stand it anymore, and slammed the table and said, "How dare you! What are you doing? Are you teaming up to embarrass His Highness the Eighth Prince? Don't you see who you are?"
After these words came out, no one else said anything, but Xuan Tianming and Xuan Tianhua immediately looked towards Yuan Guiren. Then Xuan Tianming asked back: "Who are you? Don't you see where you are sitting now! Insolent? Who is being insolent?"
Yuan Guiren was startled, but she came back to her senses in an instant, thinking that she was too impatient. She was not such a person who could not calm down, but she had been a concubine for too long, and she could not get over the fact that she had become a noble lady. She often regarded herself as the master of a palace. Dashun had a rule that concubines could be called mothers by all princes with titles, and could also act like elders in front of the princes. But this did not include those below the concubine position! She was now a noble lady, and even the seat in the middle was at the back. How could she have the qualifications to say such things here?
For a moment, Yuan Guiren was angry with herself and hated those people below. She gritted her teeth and ignored Xuan Tianming, but said to Yao Jingjun: "I'm talking about Lord Yao!"
Yao Jingjun also held an official position in Huangzhou, not a high one, only the sixth rank, but he could still enter the palace by virtue of the Yao family's current glory. Yuan Guiren did not dare to confront the prince, nor did she dare to get angry with Feng Yuheng, but she could not save her face for the time being, so she had to turn the spotlight to Yao Jingjun.
As soon as she said this, before Yao Jingjun could answer, she was stopped by the Eighth Prince Xuan Tianmo, who said, "Why is mother joking with the Seventh Brother and the Ninth Brother? It's New Year's Day, let's leave the opportunity to tell jokes to the ministers and don't mess up the main situation!" After that, he laughed and clasped his fists towards Feng Yuheng and said, "Sister-in-law, my eighth brother is a little narrow-minded. He just wanted to ask for favors from you because he found a Persian singing and dancing artist. After all, my sister-in-law has a Persian master, and I thought that instead of not seeing you for a long time, you would miss you a little bit."
Feng Yuheng once again realized that this Eighth Prince was indeed different from the Third Prince. If it was the Third Prince Xuan Tianye, he would have turned hostile and confronted them at this time. But this Eighth Prince was flexible and could definitely see the situation clearly, and would not let himself be at a disadvantage in such an unpleasant situation.
But what can be done? Feng Yuheng narrowed her eyes and went forward. The Persians were coming. It was bound to be a fight between her and him. Whether there would be blood or not depended on the intensity of the fight. She was not a person who could endure. Cowardice and timidity, retreat and avoidance, had never appeared in her dictionary. She, Feng Yuheng, was not someone who would go forward with a sharp blade, but someone who would take the initiative to sweep with an AK.
"Your Highness, it's a good idea. Unfortunately, my hometown is Dashun, and I don't really have any feelings for Persia. My Persian master is also a wandering master. Apart from his appearance and language, he doesn't have many Persian habits, including clothing. He follows the local customs."
"Oh?" Xuan Tianmo suddenly laughed, and then raised his hands to high-five. Soon, another Persian came in from the palace, knelt down in front of Tianwu, and said something in Persian, which no one understood. But Xuan Tianmo said, "This is also a Persian doctor. This king is fortunate to have met him, and has heard a lot about Persian medicine. But today, I have a few questions to ask my sister-in-law in person!"
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