There were originally five sisters, but there were two fewer this year. Bai Furong and Ren Xifeng both went to Ji 'an Prefecture, making Xuan Tiange and Fung Tianyu very envious. Feng Yu Heng told the two of them: "I'm afraid that it will be too late to leave now, otherwise, you two can go out and lie low for a while."
Xuan Tiange said gloomily: "Tianyu can go, but I can't, I'm a princess of the imperial family after all, it's not easy for me to go out."
Fung Tianyu said: "Why do I feel that it's not easy for me to go out? Even if it's Xifeng, if she didn't leave early and in a hurry, I'm afraid that it would really be like what Heng Heng said, it's already too late. " As she spoke, she glanced at them, then lowered her voice and said: "Heng Heng Heng is already married, there's no need to worry about this, but I have to remind you of something, be careful of that Eighth Prince targeting us. Especially Tiange, you're a princess, King Wenxuan's only daughter, and I, am the daughter of the first wife in the Right Prime Minister's manor, if the Eighth Prince wants to control the court, our two families are the biggest obstacles that he can't get, be careful of him targeting us. "
Xuan Tian Ge furrowed her brow, as she thought about it and understood a bit, "You mean to say that he will urge Uncle Emperor to use marriage as a method to force our two families to have no choice but to lean towards his side?"
Fung Tianyu nodded, worry filling her face, "You're his younger sister, there's no need to worry about him having other thoughts, I'm just afraid that he hasn't gotten married yet and doesn't have an engagement, if he targets the Right Prime Minister's manor again, say, should I hang myself or take poison? Or is there another way to die? "
Xuan Tiange also felt a headache coming on, at the same time, she started to worry for herself: "He can't target me himself, but it doesn't mean that he won't target me on behalf of others. Oh Tianyu, with you saying this, my heart also jumped! " After saying this, she even glanced at Xiangrong, saying: "Xiangrong, the matter between you and Seventh Brother needs to be settled quickly, don't think that you can rest easy because your Feng family doesn't have any power now, but don't forget, you still have Second Sister! Using you to threaten Mr. Heng is the best way. "
Xiang Rong felt a chill run down her spine from what the two had said, but how could she grasp this sort of thing? Although the Seventh Prince's attitude towards her these few days was somewhat ambiguous, she still felt that it was unreal. Xuan Tian Hua's kindness to her was always mixed with some complicated emotions. It was filled with endless sorrow, and it made her not dare to feel at ease and enjoy his care, much less mention the matter of whether or not they were engaged.
Feng Yu Heng looked at the worried looks of the three people and didn't know how to persuade them. Feng Tianyu's worry didn't come out of nowhere, she had thought about this matter a long time ago. Now, Eighth Brother controlled the court and Consort Yuanshu controlled the imperial harem. Once the two of them wanted to exert their power, then Xuan Tiange and Fung Tianyu, who were still in their boudoir, would be the first to bear the brunt and become the targets of the two of them. Emperor Tianwu listened to Consort Yuanshu for everything now, as long as Consort Yuanshu said something, it was very possible that these two people would be married off tomorrow. And as for the various ways to die that Fung Tianyu mentioned, those were clearly words of anger, when that time really came, Consort Yuanshu and the Eighth Prince had plenty of ways to make them beg for death, just the threat of the family was enough to make the two of them commit suicide. Think about it, if Fung Tianyu committed suicide, they would have to exterminate the entire Right Prime Minister's family, would she still dare to die?
The few of them walked step by step towards Jingtsu Temple with gloomy feelings, paying respects to Her Highness the Empress, this was the most important thing for the Madams and Young Misses who entered the palace from Rui Gate every year. In the past, this avenue leading to Jingtsu Temple was the most lively, packed with people, but today was different, it was deserted, the heads of those who were heading towards Jingtsu Temple could be counted with one hand.
A mama who was leading the way sighed softly, saying helplessly: "Most of the people have gone to Cun Shan Palace, now the winds in the palace have changed too quickly, they would rather go to pay respects to Consort Yuanshu than go to Jingtsu Temple. But the Empress is still the Empress ah? Consort Yuanshu is actually so brazen, isn't she afraid of suffering retribution? "
Another mama on the side hurriedly said: "Lower your voice, if these words were heard by others, we would have a hard time. Right now, the palace is filled with their people inside and outside, it's no longer like before. "
"It's not a problem." The old mama who had spoken earlier waved her hand, "Those who can go to Jingtsu Temple are all our people. Since they didn't go to Cun Shan Palace, they naturally wouldn't spread such words."
Feng Yu Heng heard these words, and her heart couldn't help but feel a wave of desolation, but what could she do? She couldn't turn Emperor Tianwu back to how he was before, everything was just empty talk. She came to the palace today because, other than having to come, she wanted to see if she could take Zirui out. Leaving Zirui in the palace had always been a knot in her heart, she couldn't guard him 24/7, she was always on edge, afraid that something would happen to Zirui. She had once thought that if she couldn't take Zirui out in the open today, then she would come back tomorrow night and steal Zirui out. This pot of framing water, no matter what, she had to put it on Eighth Brother's head.
Finally, they arrived at Jingtsu Temple. Because there weren't many people, they didn't enter in batches. Everyone simply walked in together to pay their respects to the Empress. The Empress didn't have her usual grandeur. Looking at the sparse group of people below, she sighed helplessly and raised her hand, saying: "Rise, there are no outsiders, so there's no need to be so formal. Ben gong is very gratified that you can come here today, but other than gratification, I can't promise you anything else. Fei Cui Hall is preparing. Presumably, someone will come to invite you in a while. You can sit as you please and wait. "
The Empress' face was tired, and she didn't have the heart to personally receive the gifts that were handed to her. Fang Yi received them and handed them to the palace maids to be stored. Everyone knew that the present was different from the past. All of them were dispirited, gathering in groups of three to five and talking softly.
The Empress waved her hand towards Feng Yu Heng and the others. Xuan Tiange took the lead and walked forward, speaking to the Empress: "Imperial Concubine Mother asked me to tell Your Highness the Empress that she is not feeling well and won't be entering the palace today." After saying this, she spread her hands and said: "Your Highness understands, those people at the palace gates are too much."
The Empress also heard about the matter at the palace gates. Unfortunately, she no longer had that power. Those people guarding the palace gates were the Eighth Prince and Consort Yuanshu's people. No one would listen to her. She only sighed and said to Xuan Tiange: "It's good that she doesn't come. She won't have to enter the palace for no reason and be bullied. Your Imperial Concubine Mother's body has always been weak. Let her recuperate in the manor. Ben gong will ask someone to bring some nourishing things for you to bring back. "
Xuan Tiange nodded, "Thank you, Your Highness." Then she went to find a seat at the side and sat down. She knew that the Empress called them over mainly to talk to Feng Yu Heng.
As expected, after the few of them exchanged some pleasantries, the Empress kept Feng Yu Heng by her side, then asked Fang Yi to call Zhang Yuan out.
Feng Yu Heng was a little surprised when she saw Zhang Yuan at Jingtsu Temple. Looking at how thin Zhang Yuan had become in just a few days, his hands were also red and swollen as they shrunk into his sleeves, she couldn't help but frown. The Empress told her: "This is the inevitable result of people entering the Department of Guilty Servants. Zhang Yuan is still considered good, he didn't lose his life and only suffered a little. This One is thinking that it should be Consort Yuanshu's side intentionally tormenting him, so she left him alive! " After saying this, she glanced at Zhang Yuan and shook her head helplessly, "Don't hide those two hands of yours, stretch them out for Royal Consort Yu to take a look. Right now, only Royal Consort Yu dares to examine your injuries." After saying this, she said to Feng Yu Heng: "This One put in a lot of effort with His Majesty to get him to come to Jingtsu Temple, thinking that when His Majesty wakes up one day, he would want to see this servant. Heng Heng, take a look at his injuries, he was really tormented enough in the Department of Guilty Servants. "
Feng Yu Heng nodded and did not say anything. Her gaze turned towards the two hands that Zhang Yuan stretched out, her heart filled with emotions.
The once popular Eunuch, every time she saw the scene of Zhang Yuan interacting with Emperor Tianwu, she would feel a sense of camaraderie, but she did not think that he would end up in such a state today. She reached into her sleeve and took out ointment and anti-inflammatory oral medicine from her space and handed it to Zhang Yuan. It was no different from the medicine she gave him last time, Zhang Yuan understood how to use it with one look and quickly knelt down to thank her, but he was helped up by Feng Yu Heng, then she whispered to him: "Keep your life, trust me, there will be a day when His Majesty will wake up."
Feng Yu Heng's words were the best medicine for Zhang Yuan. With just one sentence, it was as if life was injected into him, making this Eunuch become lively again. He wanted to say a few more words to Feng Yu Heng, but there were many people here and it was not good for him to say anything. He could only bow and thank her until Feng Zhao Lian in red floated out like a ghost. Only then did he retreat to the back and stand where a servant should stand.
Feng Zhao Lian did not treat himself as an outsider at all, sitting directly next to the Empress, then waved to Feng Yu Heng: "Heng Heng, you've come!"
Feng Yu Heng wanted to curse at him! What was the meaning of this? The palace was in such a mess, why did it seem that the one surnamed Feng was a little fatter? His complexion was even redder, and he looked just like a young girl in love, no matter how one looked at him, he looked … … good looking. He really was a demon! She sighed to herself and turned to look at Xiangrong. Sure enough, Xiangrong was also staring at Feng Zhao Lian, her hands gripping her handkerchief tightly, to the point that water was about to come out.
Feng Zhao Lian did not have the awareness of being a love rival at all, he even greeted Xiangrong: "Hi! Feng family's third girl, hello! Why are you dressed so plainly today? Could it be that you don't know that His Highness the seventh prince likes red the most? "
These words caused Xiangrong's face to immediately turn red, as she simply lowered her head and ignored him.
Feng Yu Heng glared at Feng Zhao Lian and said: "If you continue to provoke my younger sister, be careful that I don't whip you."
"Heng, you're still so violent." Feng Zhao Lian said with a smile: "I'm just joking. Could it be that you like the atmosphere to be so gloomy? The days in the palace are already long and tiring. If you continue to be so depressed, how can you live? "After saying this, he asked the Empress:" What do you think? "
The Empress was completely helpless against him, so she naturally would not pay attention to his words, but she had a piece of news to tell Feng Zhao Lian.
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