"Emperor!" Concubine Yuan was unhappy and sat next to Emperor Tianwu and said dissatisfiedly: "It's time and time, and things have been going on for so many years. How can you still count them? Besides, you are the emperor, and whether you promise is not your word."

"Concubine Yuan!" The left prime minister Lu Song shouted: "Concubine Imperial Imperial Imperial Imperial Imperial Imperial Is Dashun's court a joke? The emperor's words are jokes? Change it when you say it, change it when you say it?"

The right prime minister also said: "Imperial Concubine! The harem is not allowed to interfere in politics. This is the rule set by Emperor Taizu at the beginning of the founding of the Dashun Kingdom. Could it be that this dynasty will be destroyed in the hands of the Imperial Concubine?"

"Yes! The Imperial Concubine sat in the position where the queen should have sat. It would be fine if your ambitions enveloped the entire harem, but if it intentionally spread to the previous dynasty, it would be a demon concubine who would harm the country and the people. The Imperial Concubine should think twice." The person who said this was King Wenxuan Xuanmou. The only younger brother of Emperor Tianwu never liked to speak, but at this time he said these words coldly, and the air conditioning behind Concubine Yuan was whizzing.

She subconsciously hid behind Emperor Tianwu, looking pitiful. Unfortunately, if she had been more than twenty years earlier, she would have won some pity for such a pitiful look, but if she was so hypocritical at this age, it would make people feel a little bored. Especially for the people on the Ninth Prince, she would be even more bored to see her appearance.

However, Emperor Tianwu was not annoyed, and he held her hand and comforted him quietly, "Don't be afraid of my beloved concubine, they are all scaring people." Then he looked at King Wenxuan unhappily and said, "Xuanmou, why are you striking about your woman?"

King Wenxuan shook his head and said, "Brother, I am not calculating with a woman, but calculating with Dashun's rules. Dashun's ancestors and ancestors are all watching from heaven! I hope the emperor can have his own opinions when doing things, rather than being influenced by a woman in the harem."

"What do you mean?" Emperor Tianwu was furious and turned his face to his younger brother for the first time. "Are you saying that I believe in women who ignore the court?"

"Yes or not, it's only a matter of the emperor's thoughts." King Wenxuan was so angry that he came to the palace and saw this happening again. He simply competed with Emperor Tianwu. He even stared at Concubine Yuan and said, "The emperor has said all his words, but you asked him to take them back in public. Concubine Yuan, what are you doing?"

Concubine Yuan was stunned and subconsciously wanted to refute, but the eighth prince quickly took the words over. He saw him holding his fists at King Wenxuan and saying, "Don't blame me, my mother just thinks this is a palace banquet, and it is a New Year's palace banquet. The atmosphere is not that serious. The court officials also brought their families into the palace. After all, it was just a family banquet. Therefore, I said a few more words and asked the emperor to calm down. If the emperor's uncle is not happy, the mother's concubine will not say it." After that, he turned to Concubine Yuan and said, "Mother should take care of herself, and you should not be too anxious because of the matter of the son minister. Since the third lady of the Feng family has the previous promise of her father, it is just a concubine. The left and right are just concubines, which is not that important." After that, he gave a look at Concubine Yuan that only the two of them understood.

Concubine Yuan stopped talking, but Emperor Tianwu was very unhappy and looked at King Wenxuan coldly with anger. He felt very sorry for Xuan Tianmo for not being able to take charge of his son and marry a concubine, so he simply said, "Mo'er might as well change someone. Look at who is better, I will take charge of marrying you back to the house for you." After that, he looked at the individuals who stood up to remind him of the promise and asked in a deep voice: "I have never given any privileges to your daughter in your family, right?"

As soon as this said, Feng Tianyu shivered again, and felt a bad feeling in her heart, just saying that this unlucky thing should not bend her.

But he just couldn't get whatever he wanted, so he heard from Emperor Tianwu again: "Feng Aiqing, I remember that your legitimate daughter has not been betrothed by others yet. Why not just marry into Prince Sheng's Mansion to be a concubine? "

The right prime minister felt a humiliation coming, and his body was so angry that he shivered. His right daughter of the right prime minister family married the prince as a concubine? Where did he put his face? Not to mention that the eighth prince is not the prince now, even the prince does not have the right daughter of the first-rank official family to come to the door for a small story. But Emperor Tianwu clearly made it clear that he was looking for this step, just to embarrass them. How should he answer this? Do you refuse? He has no reason to refuse the emperor's marriage.

For a moment, the atmosphere was stiff here, which was very awkward.

Xuan Tianmo looked at the right prime minister Feng Qing with interest, and then looked at Feng Tianyu at the same table with Feng Yuheng. He thought in his mind that it would be good to have the daughter of the right prime minister’s family as a side room.

Just as he was thinking this way, he was about to ridicule the right prime minister, but he didn't expect that, at this moment, his lower body suddenly itched. The itch was from the inside out, as if it started to itch from the bones, and in such an awkward part, he was standing in the middle of the hall, scratching, and not scratching. Under the itchy itch, he tightly clamped his legs and grinding from time to time to illustrate the itch. But after rubbing it a few times, he found that there was no effect at all, and it became even more itchy.

Xuan Tianmo was so uncomfortable that he was sweating. He stood there in a dilemma and felt very embarrassed. He vaguely felt that something was wrong with this situation. If it was just an ordinary itch, it would be able to be resolved by moving these few strokes, but this feeling from the inside was straight into his heart and could not be removed. He suddenly hoped that the palace banquet would end soon, and his intuition told him that he might have some physical problems, because this situation had happened in recent days, but it was not serious. He could ease it after a few scratches at most. However, he did not expect that in the Jade Highness today, this situation would have occurred so severe that he had to use all his self-control to withstand this strange itch.

But what is the problem if it appears in that part?

Maybe others haven't understood the strangeness of the Eighth Prince yet, and people's attention is still focused on the right-celebration Feng Qing, waiting to listen to how Feng Qing responds to Emperor Tian Wu's words. Should he refuse or agree? No matter which one is, it's a good show!

But Feng Yuheng was different. She not only noticed Xuan Tianmo's changes, but also observed them in detail, thinking that his changes came from, and even understood why this situation happened. Because all this was caused by her, the effect of her shot of the virus finally had immediate results today.

She raised the corner of her lips and curled a malicious smile, which was falling into Xuan Tianming's eyes opposite. Xuan Tianming hit the seventh prince sitting beside her with his elbow, and whispered: "That girl is thinking about it again."

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Yuheng suddenly spoke and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Why did your father just ask for a marriage between the starling and the right prime minister's wife, and your forehead suddenly became sweaty?" Her words were full of questions and confusion, and even guessed: "Is it possible that the right prime minister's wife and the starling brother are incompatible? The father just mentioned it and made the starling brother feel uncomfortable? This is the conflict between the two, but they are not vague!"

After she said this, people noticed that the eighth prince was indeed very abnormal. It didn't matter, but it was not as Feng Yuheng said. His head and face were covered in sweat, as if his legs were not very comfortable. His legs were almost twisted together, and he looked particularly uncomfortable.

The right-celebration Feng Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, and when he looked at Feng Yuheng, he was grateful in his eyes. Feng Tianyu finally came back and held Feng Yuheng in his hand and thanked him repeatedly: "Aheng, you are still powerful."

Feng Yuheng sneered in his heart, and then put a pressure on Emperor Tianwu: "Father, you have to be cautious about this marriage! You can't harm the body of a starling brother because of a concubine. Father, look, Brother Bai's face is wrong."

Emperor Tianwu didn't believe in any fate or whether it was in conflict, but Feng Yuheng reminded him that the eighth prince had to pay attention to the state of the eighth prince. After all, Xuan Tianmo's state was there at this time, and it was really because of his own suggestion that he immediately fell ill. If this was a coincidence, it would be too coincidental, right?

"Father." Finally, Xuan Tianming also spoke, "But you must not joke about the life of your most beloved eighth son! It is a big deal to be a fate that is a big deal. If you are not worthy of your marriage, you will have no son."

He said this and mocked the outside and the outside. Emperor Tianwu felt unhappy when he heard it, but when he faced Xuan Tianming's face and the strange purple lotus between his eyebrows, he couldn't say anything. In his memory, it seemed that this son had always spoken like this, and he had always been very used to it, and even enjoyed it. In a trance, it seemed that there were people who would always talk to him like this, both big and small, wandering around him all day long. He was annoyed, but he was very happy to amuse the man in his heart. But who was that man? How did those days passed?

Emperor Tianwu was a little dazed, but he agreed with Xuan Tianming's words. No matter what, he couldn't joke about Xuan Tianmo's life. The right prime minister just made him feel uncomfortable. He could find other trouble to deal with this minister, but there was no need to deal with his son. So Emperor Tianwu nodded, "Ming'er is right, I must not harm Mo'er."

Concubine Yuan was also anxious at this time. Originally, she thought that it was good for Xuan Tianmo to marry the right prime minister's legitimate daughter as a concubine. On the one hand, it would be a threat and win over. At least it could provoke the right prime minister's gradual detachment from the Ninth Prince's Party. In short, it was all good for them. But before this dream could be done, Xuan Tianmo suddenly had an abnormality raised her heart.

"Mo'er, what's wrong with you?" Concubine Yuan hurriedly walked down the high position and rushed to Xuan Tianmo's side. She reached out to touch Xuan Tianmo's head, covered in cold sweat. She couldn't help but be shocked and shouted: "Hurry! Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hurry Hur

"Mother!" Xuan Tianmo wanted to stop him, but he was very itchy. He felt that he had been pronounced as an imperial physician. He was itchy in that place and could not afford to lose that person. But what about the imperial physician? This itchy almost made him feel that he would not be able to save his life. So he refused to stop him, but just suppressed the itch below and said to Emperor Tianwu: "Father, I really feel uncomfortable suddenly. Can you let me go to the palace of my mother to rest and wait for the imperial physician to come and take a look?"

Emperor Tianwu nodded quickly: "Okay! OK! Go and call me the best imperial physician!" After saying that, he waved to everyone present, "Today's palace banquet ends here, you all go out of the palace!" After saying that, he stopped looking at everyone and rushed down, and together with Concubine Yuan, he supported Xuan Tianmo and took the lead out of the Jade Hall first.
Chapter completed!