Of course, people are not fools. Although they heard that Princess Ji'an and the family of Feng Jinyuan and Yao came to Lanzhou, they still had reservations about the rumor that Princess Ji'an and His Highness the Ninth broke off their relationship and turned to His Highness the Eighth. People thought this was unlikely. Princess Ji'an and His Highness the Ninth had been through thick and thin together, and even joined forces to take down Qian Zhou. How could they suddenly break up at this time? Could this Princess be fake?
Such whispers gradually spread, from one person to another. The jewelry store, which had suddenly become solemn due to Fu Ya's arrival, was suddenly full of discussions. People began to doubt the authenticity of Fu Ya's identity.
Fu Ya saw it and was anxious, but she had no other choice. She wanted to argue, but she felt that it was not the right thing to do and it would be a loss of status. However, her maid Xiao Taoer whispered to her, "Princess, please be patient."
Fu Ya's heart sank. There was no other way but to stay calm at this time. Feng Jinyuan had told her before she left that she must not show her weakness. In Lanzhou, she was Feng Yuheng, and no matter who came out to identify her, this identity could not be changed.
People discussed for a while, and finally someone put forward his own opinion: "You said that Princess Ji'an and His Highness the Ninth Prince broke off their relationship, which is indeed unbelievable. But no matter how unbelievable it is, it is a matter between the two of them. Princess Ji'an did not come to our Lanzhou alone. The former left prime minister and her mother Yao also came with her. Moreover, our prefect often comes to visit us with his wife. I have personally seen the prefect kneel down and salute Princess Ji'an when he met her on the street."
"Yes!" Someone echoed, "That's right. I saw it that day, too. The prefect is the father and mother of Lanzhou. He has never knelt before anyone except when he saw the Eighth Prince! If Princess Ji'an was a fake, the prefect would be able to tell the difference."
"If you ask me, it can't be fake. The prefect and his wife went to the capital last year and met Princess Ji'an. I also heard that they had dealt with each other and were very familiar with each other. They are all acquaintances, how could they make a mistake?"
"Yes, yes, yes! The prefect cannot be wrong! The person in front of us is indeed Princess Ji'an!" Someone took the lead in shouting, and people immediately reacted, kneeling down one after another, and shouting in unison: "Knock to Princess Ji'an! Knock to Princess Ji'an! Long live the princess!"
Fu Ya's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down. She thought about Feng Yuheng's usual expressions, movements and way of speaking when they had met in the past. Then she tried her best to get closer to her, gently raised her hands, and said to the people, "Everyone, get up! This is not the palace, nor is it the capital. There are not so many rules. We are all here to see jewelry, so there is no need to be so polite." As she spoke, she had a faint smile on her face, and her face really looked very much like Feng Yuheng.
After confirming her identity, people relaxed their defenses, and at the same time, they were more convinced that Princess Ji'an had come to the South Realm. Some people came up to talk to her tentatively, and Fu Ya responded with a smile. She was not intimate, but she was definitely not distant. There were also some young ladies who were very familiar with each other. They brought two pieces of jewelry that they were undecided about and asked her to help them decide. Fu Ya looked at them for a while, but smiled bitterly and shook her head: "If you ask me to tell whether a weapon is good or bad, it's okay, but I have always been an amateur when it comes to jewelry. Even if I opened a jewelry shop in Beijing, it was all managed by servants. So I'm really sorry, I can't tell." This is her own analysis of Feng Yuheng. Ever since the day she met in the North Realm, Feng Yuheng's performance in jewelry has been very simple. Although the clothes and materials are quite exquisite, he rarely wears jewelry. Occasionally, a hairpin is a very expensive item, but there is only that one. Later, when he returned to the capital and took off his battle suit, he didn't see much change. So she analyzed that Feng Yuheng was bellicosous and might not like the petty things that women loved. So when she came to the Southern Realm, although the governor of Lanzhou gave her a lot of good things, she still tried her best to make herself closer to Feng Yuheng's style and not wear them easily.
Fu Ya's words made the ladies agree more. The rumor that Princess Ji'an was a martial arts master had spread to the southern border a long time ago. Although this was the world of the Eighth Prince, it did not affect the secret worship of some ladies. Now that they heard the princess "personally" say that she was not good at distinguishing jewelry, they were even happier and felt that they had not worshipped the wrong person before.
Fu Ya was even happier when she saw everyone's satisfied expressions, but she was still able to keep her composure. She said to everyone, "Although I am not particularly fond of jewelry, my father, mother and I have just arrived in the Southern Realm, so I still want to buy some jewelry with local characteristics for my mother. Since everyone is here today, why not help me recommend some!"
She was still very good at dealing with people. She didn't go to the second floor alone, but stayed on the first floor with the ladies, chatting and laughing. She was very peaceful and down-to-earth. The things she bought were ordinary, but they were very characteristic of the Southern Realm. For a while, these ladies and the jewelry store owners praised her. When Fu Ya left, people knelt on the ground to see her off, which made Fu Ya very happy.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked out of the jewelry store, I saw a wounded man covered in blood lying at the door of the shop. With a "thump", everyone nearby was startled.
He was a young man, no more than 20 years old, with his hands covering his chest, obviously with a serious chest injury. He spat out blood from time to time, and it was the blood from his mouth that stained his clothes, making him look very scary. I didn't know how far the man had walked. Looking in the direction he came from, there were drops of blood along the way. Passersby were pointing and talking. Someone recognized the injured person: "Isn't this the guy who helped write letters in the north of the city?"
"Yes, yes, that's him." An eyewitness saw how he got injured and explained to people, "He was trampled by a horse. I saw it with my own eyes. The rider was a soldier from the Biannan Army. He was dark and strong. The horse was ridden very fast. The young man had just written a letter to someone and told the person that he would close the stall early today because a restaurant at the end of West Street wanted him to help write a new menu. Who knew that he would be trampled by the horse and seriously injured just as he reached the street corner. The rider didn't even stop to look at him. He whipped him and scolded him for blocking the road. The Biannan Army has always been arrogant and treats human life as worthless. It's really unjust!"
The man spoke angrily, his tone full of dissatisfaction with the Biannan army, and even a group of people followed suit, saying, "In the Southern Realm, the Biannan army is the heaven. Even the prefect Ji has to give them some face, let alone a little scholar. Alas, this guy is so injured but still walking here. Could it be that he wants to write menus for the restaurant to earn a few hundred copper coins?"
As he was speaking, the boy who had fallen to the ground regained consciousness and murmured, "I have to go. My mother is waiting for me to bring back some copper coins to buy her medicine."
"Ouch! You've been injured so badly, even if you make a penny, you should take care of your wound first! You don't even know if you can survive, and you're still thinking about making a penny!"
People sighed, but saw that the young man was still crawling on the ground step by step. They couldn't help but groan and were even more resentful towards the Biannan army.
At this time, many ladies and young ladies came out of the jewelry shop. Some of them were timid and covered their eyes with handkerchiefs and dared not look, but some of them were kind-hearted and felt sorry for the scholar. They begged Feng Yuheng, "Princess, you are a great doctor, please help this boy! He is so injured that he will definitely die on the street."
A lady kindly reminded him, "I heard that the princess is walking with the Eighth Prince now. The Eighth Prince is the commander of the Biannan Army! This kind of thing will definitely have a very bad impact on the reputation of the army. The princess can't just stand by and watch."
Fu Ya felt a headache after hearing this. It was not that she didn't want to save him, but how could she do it? After all, she was not the real Feng Yuheng. She didn't know any medical skills, and she didn't even know how to take a pulse. What should she do?
However, Xiao Tao'er beside her was smart and said for her: "But our princess came out to buy jewelry for her wife. She didn't bring a medicine box or medicine! How can she treat the wound without medicine?"
People thought it was right! Even a good cook cannot cook without rice. How could Princess Ji'an cure diseases and save lives with nothing in her hands?
Fu Ya's thoughts were not in vain. At this moment, she rolled her eyes and came up with an idea. She quickly said to Xiao Tao'er, "No matter what, saving people is the most important thing. I'm not familiar with this South Realm. Do you know where there is a clinic nearby?"
Before Xiao Tao'er could answer, someone among the people shouted, "There's a clinic not far ahead!"
Feng Yuheng immediately said, "Okay! We are not afraid as long as we have a clinic! Today, I am here to ask two kind-hearted people to help carry this young man to the clinic. I won't let you carry him for nothing. I will give you five taels of silver each. In addition," she said to Xiao Tao'er, "Take out all the money we have!"
Xiao Taoer immediately understood what she meant, and without hesitation, she quickly took out all the silver and banknotes in her sleeve pocket. She had just used up some of the silver notes she had bought jewelry, and now she had a full 100 taels of silver notes left, plus more than a dozen taels of loose change. She handed them to Fu Ya and said, "Princess, they're all here!"
Fu Ya nodded, thought about it, turned around and said to the clerk in the jewelry store, "Young man, please come with me. This is the consultation fee, which may not be enough. Please go with me to send the patient over first, and ask the people in the clinic to use good medicine and make sure the patient is cured. If the money is not enough, you can go to my house to get more. Don't worry, I will not leave out your share."
When the young man heard this, he immediately shouted: "Princess Ji'an is really a living Bodhisattva! How could this young man have accumulated such good deeds to meet such a kind-hearted person like you! Princess, don't worry, I will definitely take care of this matter for you!" After that, he turned around and asked for leave from the shopkeeper, and immediately went forward to help people carry the injured away. When the people on the street saw this scene, they finally realized that this kind-hearted girl was the rumored Princess Ji'an who had come to Lanzhou!
Someone immediately shouted, "I heard that Princess Ji'an is a miracle doctor and has opened herbal clinics in many places in Dashun to benefit the people. Now that the princess has come to Lanzhou, it's our blessing!"
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