Xuan Tianmo felt that he would definitely be internally injured if he communicated with this old ninth. From childhood to adulthood, he talked lies. As people grow older, his ability to tell lies is also increasing. Why, today's palace banquet, I would catch him and take a few more glances at Feng Yuheng. Is this joke endless? Is it really disgusting to pull it up? He puts this hat on. Although he doesn't mind breaking his reputation, it's also annoying, right?

Even if a person who is well-rounded and smooth, he was angry with Xuan Tianming. Xuan Tianmo spent a full twenty breaths to calm his mind. Finally, he could ensure that he could speak without anger. Then he spoke: "My ninth brother has always loved to make excuses since he was a child. It seems that the more he grows up, the more powerful he is. You are younger brother, and your brother doesn't care about you. It's useless to mess around with this matter today. Since I can bring people back from the south, I just want a definite statement today. What's more, now, I just don't want this statement. Do you think all civil and military officials can easily say it's okay?"

He said, looking at the officials in the hall, some of which were standing on his side. With this look, he looked like an imperial edict, and immediately echoed it - "That's right! We just want an explanation. As long as Princess Ji'an can give us a reasonable explanation of her skills, this requirement is not excessive!"

For a time, all the ministers rose up, and even their families became riots. The Eighth Prince Party actually did not have many military generals, and the civil officials were very weak, but this kind of job of provoking trouble did not require too many people. People like to read gossip, and they fanned the flames in the hall, and of course the opposing party could not provoke anything, but those who were neutral, especially those who were not high in official rank and could not form a sect with any party, were easily incited. And they were right, just want to know where Princess Ji'an's ability came from, which was not too much. Some even shouted: "We have all used the medicine from Baicaotang, and we have asked the doctors from Baicaotang for treatment. We must rest assured! Where did those medicines come from?"

A good palace banquet started to make a fuss. Tianwu frowned in the main position, but he did not say anything to suppress it. First of all, the law did not blame the public, and there were too many people causing trouble, and they did not make any excessive demands. If he suppressed it, it would easily arouse the anger of the ministers. Sometimes the emperor could not really act rashly, and he had to be rewarded sometimes. What's more, he really wanted to see how Feng Yuheng should deal with this farce. Of course, to be honest, he was also a little curious about Feng Yuheng's ability. So, with such complicated thoughts, Tianwu became a spectator and watched the mess below, but he never said anything.

The queen, who was so good at observing words and expressions, could not understand Tianwu's attitude at this moment. So she didn't say anything and sipped the tea one by one. When the concubines saw the queen's behavior, they knew a little, and they didn't have much say. Seeing that the queen and Gu Xianfei all chose to stay out of the matter, they joined in the fun! Only Concubine Yuan, who would help him from time to time, was the biological mother of the eighth prince, and people could understand that she was helping him speak at this time.

Feng Yuheng had already stood up, but at this time she sat back on the chair, leaned back, wrapped her arms around her chest, and looked more leisurely than anyone else. Until the officials were singing like a one-man show, they stopped and attacked Feng Yuheng with an angry look. Then she shrugged and smiled: "I'm tired? There is tea on the table, so you all moisten your throat first."

Xuan Tiange also spoke from the side, "What are you doing when you are still standing there? Change these adults to new tea!"

The eighth prince also smiled and said, "Your brother and sister have done this again. Even if you have followed Ming'er for a long time, you have learned from him that you will avoid the important things whenever you encounter them. This is not good."

Feng Yuheng laughed: "But he didn't talk to him, but asked: "Where did Your Highness meet these Persians? Just said that these people were dancing in a small desert country?"

The Eighth Prince nodded: "That's right."

"Oh." Feng Yuheng thought for a while, then asked the dancers: "Do you have any leading people? Stand up and talk to me." She asked for a long time but no one answered, so she said: "Oh, pretending to not understand Dashun's language, that's okay. This doctor, you can say Dashun's words, I'll ask you. Do you perform dances in the south of Dashun all year round?"

The doctor didn't understand why, and answered seriously: "Yes, they are dancers who are wandering outside, and I am the doctor who has been following."

"Oh." Feng Yuheng nodded, speaking in a flat tone, "The dancer who is wandering outside. As a doctor in the team, you should be familiar with them, right? How is these dancer's family background? Do you rely on your own dancing to support yourself and your family, or do you belong to a certain Persian force? Have financial support?"

The doctor was stunned and then smiled bitterly: "Princess, who would send his children outside to play dancers from a good family? They are all poor people who can't survive in Persia. They really have no choice but to risk their lives to take a big boat and come to Dashun. Including Lao Chen, he was also afraid of being poor in Persia. Even if he had first-hand medical skills, he almost starved to death several times. However, the Dashun people were still a little resistant to Persian singing and dancing, so we chose the ancient Shu side."

Feng Yuheng understood what he meant, Dashun people were relatively conservative, and Persian dancers were difficult to accept when wearing them, while the other end of the desert would be relatively more open and easier to accept.

Of course, this is not the issue she has to consider. After listening to the doctor's words, Feng Yuheng suddenly laughed and said to the Eighth Prince Xuan Tianmo, "The Eighth Prince is really funny. A group of dancers and a doctor following such a group are all the people in the lowest class of Persia. They are the people in the lower class who are facing starvation to death in Persia at all times. You should take them to the palace and bring them to your father, saying that they can represent Persia? It represents the national conditions of Persia? It represents Persian medical skills?" She said, and then faced the officials and said loudly: "Can there be an imperial physician in the Imperial Hospital?"

Immediately, several people stood up and saluted Feng Yuheng.

Feng Yuheng nodded, "You are a national doctor. Now I say that your medical skills are just the same as those of barefoot doctors outside. Are you happy? Oh, it's the kind of barefoot doctor who can't even eat enough by relying on medical skills. If you have to make a living in the group of singers and dancers, you have to go far away to have a meal. Their treatment says it can represent you. Are you happy? They can practice medicine that they don't know, so they go everywhere and say you can't, are you happy?"

The imperial physicians shook their heads and expressed their displeasure. One of them even said, "If our medical skills are really comparable to those of the lower-level wandering doctors, we will not 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 a scientific examination, and military officials have to take the top scorer in martial arts. Not everyone in our Imperial Hospital can get in. It also requires layers of screening and assessment to enter the palace. How can it be compared with a traveling doctor?"

There is no need for Feng Yuheng to say that these imperial physicians began to despise the Persian doctor on the spot - "A Persian doctor is almost starved to death in his own country, and he is so embarrassed to run to the palace of Dashun to call himself a doctor? What can you cure if you are like you?"

"Get back to your Persia! Don't embarrass you here!"

Feng Yuheng watched the imperial physicians vent their anger. After the people's anger calmed down a little, he said to the Eighth Prince again: "Your Highness has heard that this is what you call Persian doctors and those dancers. Do you want them to represent Persia? Is that the singing and dancing gangsters in a remote town in Dashun who walks outside and says that they can represent Dashun? As long as they don't know, they have never seen or heard of, they say that Dashun is not there? Your Highness, you just want to find a Persian doctor to confront me. At least, should you also find a Persian doctor? What is this? Don't say that I have been a strange man as my teacher, even my grandfather Yao Xian, and the imperial physicians below also disdain for his medical skills. Your Highness is too underestimated by my Dashun!"

Xuan Tianmo finally changed his face slightly, and his head was revealed on his face. But in just a moment, he had already made adjustments and spoke to Feng Yuheng: "Not to mention whether they can represent Persia, you just mentioned your strange master again. Can the princess tell who he is?"

"Okay!" Feng Yuheng casually said a name in Persian. Of course, what she said was Iranian in later generations, but she tried to choose some words that have been used in the lower scale since ancient times, so that Persians could understand it. It was a very special name, but it was actually what Persians could call it. Feng Yuheng spoke indeed the language they were familiar with.

The Persian doctor subconsciously said: "Can the princess speak Persian language?"

Feng Yuheng rolled his eyes and said, "Just, my master is a Persian. Even if I can't speak fluently, I can still deal with a few words. This old doctor, I won't make things difficult for you, I just tell you that your medical skills are not as good as my master. I have been a Persian master as my master. Of course, you can't learn what you can't learn."

The doctor was still defending: "I should have heard of it even if I don't know how to do it!"

Before Feng Yuheng answered, an imperial physician below heard a loud voice: "I have a family secretly taught acupuncture technique. Only I can use it in Dashun. Why? The folk mountain doctors have never even heard of it, but can they say that we Dashun do not have this kind of acupuncture technique?"

The doctor could not refute this, and he knew that he was indeed as Feng Yuheng and the others said, and could not represent the entire Persia. When he was in the southern world, he was surprised when the Eighth Highness talked about Feng Yuheng's medical skills. He knew that he had never heard of it. Now thinking about it, if it were the national doctors in the palace, he might have lost his head, because who knows if it was the secret technique of the national doctors.
Chapter completed!