Feng Yuheng adjusted his emotions in an instant and his expression returned to normal.

But even so, I still couldn't escape the eyes of the two people.

One is Xuan Tianming, and the other is Xuan Tianhua.

"Do you want to run to the camp often lately?" Xuan Tianhua turned his head and said softly.

At this time, King Ding'an was kowtowing the last head at Emperor Tianwu to end his prince's career.

"Yes." Xuan Tianming's face was slightly darker and he changed into a touch of solemnity.

In the hall, someone had already "invited" King Ding'an out. The only king of the Dashun Dynasty, the only king of different surname, died in the Yuexi Palace Banquet of this year.

Wang Nuo, who had just been named a county horse, also lost his position as soon as the fall of the Ding'an Wang family, leaving only an ugly wife.

"The Bu family suffered this disaster today, and I think Bu Cong should come back. I can't help the camp. You should be more careful in everything yourself. That girl... I'm afraid that there will be a few days to live a good life."

"Hmph!" Xuan Tianming sneered. "When will her life be better? It's okay, don't worry, Brother Qi."

Feng Yuheng naturally didn't know what the two were talking about, but just noticed that they turned their eyes to their side together, and with concern, their hearts were slightly warmed up.

A palace banquet was so frightened that it could not continue anyway.

Everyone stood up and knelt down one after another, waiting for Tianwu to announce the end of the palace banquet.

Tianwu was also lost his energy. He waved his hand and retreated everyone, but when Feng Yuheng was also ready to leave, he shouted: "Girl Heng, my head hurts a little, you can stay here first!"

Feng Yuheng didn't know what Tianwu was trying to leave her alone, so he could only stop and answer: "Yes." Then he saw Feng Jinyuan's gaze asking for help. She knew that her father wanted her to plead for Chen Yu.

Feng Yuheng was mentally silly and had nothing to do with Shenyu. Although they were both Feng's family, the royal family obviously had no intention of bringing the crime to her, so she was unwilling to seek the disgust.

Seeing that Feng Yuheng didn't meet his eyes at all, Feng Jinyuan was anxious and couldn't help but whisper: "Ah Heng."

She frowned and glanced at her, and felt that this father was really shameless. With Feng Jinyuan as the mind of the left prime minister, he could not see what kind of play Chen Yu and Qing Le were singing, but he still wanted her, the victim, to plead with mercy. His mind was really hateful to heaven and earth.

"Father." She spoke in a very light voice without any emotion, "What would happen if the cat appeared in my hands?"

Feng Jinyuan was stunned and couldn't answer for a while.

When he went to see Feng Yuheng again, he saw that his second daughter had already walked towards a high position. The Nine-Five Lord above was looking at her with a father-like smile.

At this moment, Feng Jinyuan felt that he was an outsider, and that child was not his daughter at all, and he had no obligation to her to get in with her father.

He bowed and retreated, leaving Liuli Garden as if he was running away, quickly catching up with the crowd, and hid in it.

Tian Wu turned his eyes to the direction Feng Jinyuan left, then took it back, as if he didn't see it, and said to Feng Yuheng: "Girl Heng, you can accompany me for a walk."

The moon is full and the moon is full. The four seasons of Dashun Kyoto are distinct. The cool breeze on the Mid-Autumn night makes people tremble.

Tianwu's eunuch Zhang Yuan put a cloak on Tianwu, and a little palace maid also put a piece of Feng Yuheng on her. She followed Tianwu silently and walked outside the palace gate of Yuehan Palace.

Emperor Tianwu finally gained his foothold. As soon as he raised his hand, Zhang Yuan tactfully took the palace people and Huang Quan to retreat to the distance, leaving only Feng Yuheng and Tianwu.

Feng Yuheng was a little curious about the matter between Tianwu and Concubine Yun. Such a willful concubine could make Tianwu think about it for so many years. If there were no special stories between the two, she would say she would not believe anything.

Tianwu kept her tonight and brought her to the gate of Yuehan Palace. Feng Yuheng secretly guessed that it might be that the emperor had nothing to talk to on weekdays, especially about Concubine Yun. With Xuan Tianming's personality, Tianwu couldn't talk to him about his thoughts. After much thought, only her future daughter-in-law could speak.

Feng Yuheng walked forward with a gossipy heart, staring at Tianwu bang, waiting for someone to discuss her personal privacy.

Who knew that Tianwu really turned his head to look at her, and asked, "Can Ming'er's legs be cured?"

Feng Yuheng was stunned, reacted for a long time before coming back to his senses, and said in a daze: "Of course it can be cured."

"Hahaha!" Tianwu suddenly burst into laughter, "I just knew that those imperial physicians were quack doctors, and they had to be reliable for descendants of the Yao family."

Feng Yuheng blinked, descendants of the Yao family? Well, that's pretty good. Although he had never seen the Yao family, according to the original owner's memory, the Yao family far away in the deserted state was much more humane than the Feng family. Especially her grandfather Yao Xian, who was particularly interested in seeing Feng Yuheng.

"The imperial physician told me that Ming'er's legs were helpless, I was very sad." Tianwu's eyes looked towards Yuehan Palace again, and just murmured on his own, with a solemn voice, "But Ming'er told me that he would definitely stand up again, as long as he marry you. This is the reason why I promised Ming'er to marry the daughter of the Feng family."

Feng Yuheng is clear.

I think the emperor was not happy about this marriage. He had to nod his head just to make Xuan Tianming better.

She thought for a while and said, "Aheng is the daughter of the Yao family."

Tianwu nodded, obviously very satisfied with her answer, and finally calmed down a little.

Since she mentioned Xuan Tianming's disease, Feng Yuheng really wanted to hear the emperor ask her if she could be cured in that place. After all, it was rigorous and she did not get Xuan Tianming's actual answer, and her heart was always filled with souls.

But after waiting for a long time, Tianwu just looked at Yuehan Palace and didn't even want to mention anything else.

She couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness's face..."

"That's OK." Tianwu waved his hand, "As long as Ming'er's legs are cured well, I will not worry about anything."

Feng Yuheng also breathed a sigh of relief. She deliberately asked about the face under the golden mask, but Tianwu's answer was to give her a reassurance. I think it should be fine there.

The two of them didn't say anything anymore. Feng Yuheng accompanied Tianwu to look at Yuehan Palace for half a night before Tianwu issued an order to return to Zhaohe Sleeping Hall.

Feng Yuheng was invited by Mo Bufan to take the Queen's pulse again.

She knew that the purpose of taking the pulse was not, and Mo Bufan must have wanted to cheat some pills from her again. The queen was too scared and she naturally had the medicine to calm her mood, but she didn't want to take it out just like that.

Seeing Mo Bufan's expectant gaze, Feng Yuheng bowed to the queen on Feng's couch and said, "Today I went to Miyamoto for a banquet. Ah Heng didn't expect that such a thing would happen. He was not prepared for medicine. Why don't Mr. Mo send someone to Baicaotang to buy some after dawn."

Mo Bufan was amused and cried, and only said that the future Princess Yu would not miss any opportunity to earn a name for her Baicaotang. If people knew that even the Queen had to go to get medicine, a medicine hall might be so popular.

After the delays from the queen, when Feng Yuheng finally left the palace, it was already dawn.

Due to the palace banquet last night, the morning court was cancelled this day. As soon as Feng Yuheng left the palace gate, he saw the Feng family's carriage parked outside, and a wooden sign with the word "Feng" hanging brightly outside the carriage.

The little palace maid who sent her out smiled and said, "I must have been waiting to pick up the princess home. I was delayed in the palace for a night. Lord Feng thought it was necessary to be anxious."

The little palace maid was just a casual greeting. She had no idea what kind of relationship the Feng family actually had. She only said that if her daughter had not returned, her family naturally had to prepare a car to pick her up.

Feng Yuheng was not so optimistic. She turned her head and looked directly at Feng Chenyu and Qingle who were kneeling in front of the palace gate.

Chenyu was wearing a red dress and dirty and wrinkled. His beautiful long hair, which was originally like a waterfall, was also scattered. After kneeling all night, his legs could not hold on to his body and could not stand upright. He was almost slumped on the ground. The black rouge on his face had long been covered with white skin, and some were darker than before, looking like a ghost face. There was no such thing as the legendary daughter of the Feng family as a celestial immortal.

Seeing Le again, a big bald head was exposed disgustingly. The pus on her head was stained with pus and stained half of her cheeks. She didn't have the strength to wipe it anymore, and just let it flow, from her cheek to the base of her neck, her collar was stained.

But Qingle's spirit was obviously better than Chenyu. Chenyu stared at the ground with his eyes straight, and he was already in a state of no spirit. If it weren't for the gate of the palace, she would have fallen asleep long ago. Qingle knelt straight, staring at the gate of the palace, his hands were clenched into fists, and his face was terrifyingly ferocious.

An old lady was waiting beside them, sitting and drinking tea, while looking at Qingle's look, disdainful: "It's useless to glare in it any longer. You will never be able to enter this palace again in this life. From now on, we Dashun will never have a person like Ding'an. Miss Qingle, you still expect the palace to send an order earlier and punish you for kneeling and then kneeling down like this... Tsk tsk, the past golden branches and jade leaves, and the kneecaps can't withstand such torture."

Whether the nanny in the palace was punished or scolded, she came without blinking. She said a few words, and she picked Qingle's scar and poked it, making Qingle's whole body tremble.

As for Chen Yu, the nanny kept a lot of affection, especially the carriage from Feng Mansion was parked next to him. King Ding'an was demoted to a commoner, which did not mean that the left prime minister Feng Jinyuan had no power either. The people in the palace always looked at each other and knew how to adapt. Although they were ridiculed by Qingle, they did not give Chen Yu a look at him at all.

Feng Yuheng walked two steps to the place where they were kneeling. When the old lady who had originally criticized Qingle saw that she was coming, she quickly put the teacup in her hand on the table, stood up and trotted all the way to greet her. Before she could get closer, she spread a smile and said flatteringly: "I wish you a blessing to Princess Imperial!"

With a sound of Princess Yu, Chen Yu and Qingle's eyes twisted towards her side.

After this palace banquet, the emperor and the empress personally recognized this future daughter-in-law, and after Emperor Tianwu, Feng Yuheng directly called him to call him father. Who would dare not recognize her ninth prince's concubine?

Feng Yuheng was not polite either. He saw the old nanny giving a big gift, and then raised his hand slightly: "Please get up, nanny."
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