Xuan Tianmo felt that if he continued to communicate with this old man, he would definitely be hurt. He had been telling lies since he was a child, and as he grew older, his ability to tell lies also increased. What, at today's palace banquet, are you going to catch him looking at Feng Yuheng a few more times and chew on this joke? What a disgusting thing to pull. With this hat put on him, although he doesn't mind the bad reputation, it is also annoying, right?
Even the most tactful and smooth person was irritated by Xuan Tianming. Xuan Tianmo spent a full twenty breaths to calm down, and finally made sure that he could speak without anger. Then he said, "Ninth brother has loved to argue since he was a child. It seems that he is getting better and better as he grows older. You are my younger brother, and I will not bother with you. It is useless for you to make trouble today. Since I can bring people back from the south, I just want a definite explanation today. What's more, at this point, even if I don't want this explanation, do you think the civil and military officials can easily let it go?"
As he spoke, he looked at the officials in the hall, many of whom were on his side. They immediately echoed him as if they had received an imperial decree. "That's right! We just want an explanation. As long as Princess Ji'an can give us a reasonable explanation of her abilities, this request is not excessive!"
For a time, all the ministers rose up, and even their families followed suit. The Eighth Prince's party was actually not large, mostly military generals, and the civil officials were very weak. However, this kind of work of stirring up trouble did not require too many people. People loved to read gossip. They fanned the flames in the palace. Of course, the opposing party could not stir up anything, but those who were neutral, especially those who were not of high official rank and could not be affiliated with any party, were easily incited. And what people said was not wrong. They just wanted to know where Princess Ji'an's ability came from. This was not excessive. Some people even shouted: "We have all used Baicaotang's medicine and asked Baicaotang's doctors to see us. We have to be assured! Where did those medicines come from?"
A good palace banquet turned into a riot. Tianwu frowned in the main seat, but he did not say anything to suppress it. First of all, the law does not punish everyone. There are too many people making trouble, and they did not make any excessive demands. If he suppressed them, it would easily arouse the anger of the ministers. The emperor sometimes can't really do whatever he wants, there must be rewards. What's more, he really wanted to see how Feng Yuheng would deal with this farce. Of course, to be honest, he was also a little curious about Feng Yuheng's ability. So, with such a complicated mind, Tianwu became a spectator, watching the chaos below, but he never said a word.
The empress was so good at reading people's expressions that she couldn't help but understand Tianwu's attitude. So she didn't say anything and just sipped her tea. When the concubines saw the empress's expression, they knew what was going on. They didn't have much say anyway. Seeing that the empress and Concubine Gu chose to stay out of the matter, why would they join in the fun? Only Concubine Yuan would help out from time to time. She was the biological mother of the eighth prince, so people could understand her helping to speak up at this time.
Feng Yuheng had stood up, but now she sat back down on the chair, leaned back, crossed her arms, and looked more relaxed than anyone else. Until those officials could no longer sing like a one-man show, they stopped one by one and attacked Feng Yuheng with angry eyes. Then she shrugged and smiled: "Tired? There is tea on the table, please moisten your throats first."
Xuan Tiange also chimed in, "What are you all standing there for? Change the tea for these adults!"
The Eighth Prince also laughed and said, "Sister-in-law, you are using this trick again. Even though you have been with Ming'er for a long time, you have also learned from him to avoid the important issues when encountering problems. This is not good."
Feng Yuheng laughed: "But she didn't talk back to him, but asked: "Where did the Eighth Prince meet these Persians? Just now he said that these people went to the small country in the desert to dance?"
The Eighth Prince nodded: "That's right."
"Oh." Feng Yuheng thought for a while, then turned to ask the dancers: "Do you have a leader? Stand up and talk to me." She asked for a long time but no one answered, so she said: "Oh, pretend you don't understand the Dashun language, that's okay, doctor, you can speak Dashun, so I'll ask you. Do you perform dances in the south of Dashun all year round?"
The doctor was confused and answered seriously: "Yes, they are wandering dancers, and I am the doctor who has been following them."
"Oh." Feng Yuheng nodded, speaking calmly, "Dancing girls who are traveling outside. As a doctor accompanying the team, you should be quite familiar with them, right? What are the family backgrounds of these dancers? Do you support yourself and your family by dancing, or do you belong to a certain force in Persia? Do you have financial support?"
The doctor was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "My lord, who would send their children to be dancers if they were from a wealthy family? They were all poor people who couldn't survive in Persia. They had no choice but to risk their lives and board a big ship to come to Dashun. Including me, I was also afraid of poverty in Persia. Even though I have medical skills, I almost starved to death several times. But the people of Dashun are still a little resistant to Persian songs and dances, so we chose Gushu."
Feng Yuheng understood what he meant. The people of Dashun were relatively conservative, and the Persian dancers' attire was difficult for others to accept at the moment. However, people on the other side of the desert were relatively more open-minded and more easily accepted.
Of course, this was not the problem she had to consider. After listening to the doctor's words, Feng Yuheng suddenly laughed, and while laughing, she said to the Eighth Prince Xuan Tianmo: "Your Highness, this is really funny. A group of dancers and a doctor who follows such a group are all the lowest class people in Persia, the lower class people who are always facing starvation in Persia. You brought them to the palace and to your father, saying that they can represent Persia? Represent the national conditions of Persia? Represent Persian medical skills?" As she spoke, she turned to the officials and raised her voice: "Are there any doctors from the Imperial Hospital present?"
Immediately, several people stepped forward and saluted Feng Yuheng.
Feng Yuheng nodded, "You are the national doctors. Now this princess says that your medical skills are just at the same level as the barefoot doctors outside. Are you happy? Oh, or the kind of barefoot doctors who can't make a living with their medical skills, and have to make a living among the singing and dancing girls, and have to travel far away to make a living. They say that their medical treatment can represent you. Are you happy? They say everywhere that you can't do the medical techniques they don't know. Are you happy?"
The imperial doctors all shook their heads, expressing their displeasure. One of them even said, "If our medical skills were really comparable to those of low-level itinerant doctors, we wouldn't be able to enter the Dashun Palace, let alone diagnose the emperor and the empresses."
"That's right, isn't that a joke? Civil officials have to take the imperial examinations, and military officials have to take the martial arts exams. Not just anyone can enter our Imperial Hospital. One has to pass levels of screening and assessments before entering the palace. How can a traveling doctor compare to that?"
Without Feng Yuheng's words, these imperial doctors immediately began to despise the Persian doctor - "A Persian doctor who is almost starving to death in his own country has the nerve to come to the palace of Dashun and call himself a doctor? What can you cure with your condition?"
"Go back to your Persia! Don't embarrass yourself here!"
Feng Yuheng watched the doctors vent their anger, and when people's anger subsided a little, he said to the Eighth Prince: "Your Highness, you heard it all. This is the Persian doctor you mentioned, and the group of dancers. Are you going to let them represent Persia? Does that mean that any singer and dancer in any remote town in Dashun can go out and say that they can represent Dashun? As long as they don't know, haven't seen, or haven't heard of it, they will say that Dashun doesn't have it? Your Highness, even if you want to find a Persian doctor to confront me, shouldn't you at least find a Persian doctor? What's this? Don't say that I once worshipped a strange man as my teacher. Even my grandfather Yao Xian and these doctors below disdain his medical skills. Your Highness, you look down on Dashun too much!"
Xuan Tianmo's expression finally changed slightly after hearing these words, and a hint of uncertainty appeared on his face. But it was only for a moment, and he quickly adjusted himself, and then said to Feng Yuheng: "Let's not talk about whether they can represent Persia. Just now you mentioned your extraordinary master, can the princess tell me who he is?"
"Okay!" Feng Yuheng casually said a name in Persian. Of course, what she said was the Iranian language of later generations, but she tried her best to choose some words that have been used since ancient times, so that Persians can understand it. It is a very special name, but it is indeed a name that Persians would give. Feng Yuheng is indeed speaking the language they are familiar with.
The Persian doctor subconsciously said, "Does the princess speak Persian?"
Feng Yuheng rolled his eyes. "What a joke. My master is Persian. Even if I can't speak fluently, I can still handle a few words. Old doctor, I won't make things difficult for you. I'm just telling you that your medical skills are not even one percent of my master's. I took a Persian master as my teacher, so naturally I learned things that you don't know."
The doctor was still trying to explain: "Even if I don't know, I should have heard of it!"
Before Feng Yuheng could reply, a doctor below said loudly, "I have a secret acupuncture technique passed down from my family. I am the only one in Dashun who can use it. How come those rural doctors have never even heard of it, but they can say that we don't have this acupuncture technique in Dashun?"
The doctor had no way to refute this, and he also knew that he could not represent the entire Persia as Feng Yuheng and the others said. When the Eighth Prince mentioned Feng Yuheng's medical skills in the South Territory, he was just surprised, knowing that he had never heard of it. Now think about it, if the imperial doctors in the palace heard it, maybe he would lose his head, because who knows if it is the secret technique of the imperial doctors.
For a moment, the Persian doctor lost his confidence and silently took two steps back...
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