"Ah!" Feng Yu Heng screamed. After all, her qinggong was just a bit more advanced and wasn't that perfect. In such a short distance, she couldn't gather her dantian's qi. She could only accept her fate and close her eyes as she waited for her landing. She even began to consider whether she should land on the left or right side of her butt.
Unfortunately, the expected "bang" and pain didn't come as expected. Instead, she fell into the crook of a person's arm, and a burst of laughter sounded in her ears.
Feng Yu Heng immediately understood. Before she even opened her eyes, she said, "I was wondering why no one stopped me from climbing over the wall. It turns out that Xuan Tianming was waiting for me at the bottom of the wall?" She opened her eyes and looked behind the person who caught her. "Seventh Brother, you're also making a ruckus with him."
Sure enough, Xuan Tianhua was standing behind him. He was dressed in white and holding a folding fan. He was shaking his head at her with a wry smile.
The arm holding her tightened. Xuan Tianming said, "Wife, you're quite brave. You even dared to climb over the Winter Moon Palace's wall."
Feng Yu Heng's heart was also bitter. "I wanted to go through the front door, but the problem is that I can't! Father Emperor's tricks to sneak in are endless. " She sighed and jumped down from Xuan Tianming's arms. Then, she waved her hand at the top of the wall. "Huang Quan, come down."
Huang Quan flew down and saluted the two princes. Xuan Tianming pulled his wife and said, "Come, let's hurry inside. Mother Consort was really annoyed by the singing, so she called Seventh Brother to come in and play the zither for her."
Feng Yu Heng looked at the servant behind Xuan Tianhua who was holding a zither. She wondered if the zither's melody could cover up Tianwu's loud voice.
At this moment, Consort Yun was leaning on the bed with a large cushion behind her. She looked much better. As soon as she saw them enter, she quickly waved her hand and said to Xuan Tianhua, "Hua 'er, quickly, quickly play the zither for me. If this old man continues to sing like this, my life will be lost because of him."
Xuan Tianhua couldn't help but laugh, but he didn't say anything. The servant placed the zither on the table that had already been prepared. He sat down and gently played the zither.
As usual, Feng Yu Heng checked Consort Yun's pulse and gave her an infusion.
It had to be said that Xuan Tianhua's zither music was really mysterious and moving. It was like a jade falling on a plate of pearls, or like a shooting star in the night sky that could not be caught. After a few notes, Consort Yun's irritation was alleviated a lot.
It wasn't the first time that Feng Yu Heng had heard Xuan Tianhua play the zither, but every time, his zither music was different. It could change with the environment, and it could bring people's emotions to his melody. Feng Yu Heng remembered a legend that she had heard before. It was said that in ancient times, there was a kind of zither master. They didn't play the zither to cultivate their sentiments, to liven things up, or to help women cultivate. They used the zither as a kind of weapon. When their fingertips plucked, the music score and the zither strings churned, and the rhythm turned into a huge force. It could be like a sharp hidden weapon, or it could defeat thousands of soldiers and horses.
Many countries spent a lot of money to hire such a zither master to help, and they were often able to achieve victory. Unfortunately, there were very few such zither masters. It was already very lucky to find one or two such zither masters in the world.
This was a legend that she had read about in her previous life when she was looking through unofficial history. Originally, she had only listened to it as a story, but now that she heard Xuan Tianhua's zither music, she didn't know why, but she remembered this legend. She felt that perhaps the legend might not be false, and that Xuan Tianhua's skill might be able to do it.
With this thought, she became even more intoxicated by the music. But at this time, Emperor Tianwu's singing seemed to want to compete with the zither music. When the zither music was high, his singing was also high. When the zither music was low, his singing was still high. He didn't even hesitate to shout.
It was always the same tune. As he sang, she didn't know if Xuan Tianhua was doing it on purpose or if he was driven, but the zither music began to follow the singing outside. After a while, it didn't attract much attention, but after a while, it became Xuan Tianhua playing the zither to accompany Emperor Tianwu. The father and son cooperated so well that it actually made Emperor Tianwu's singing sound not that bad.
As a result, Consort Yun was a bit nervous. She quickly waved her hand that didn't have the IV drip and shouted for Xuan Tianhua to stop. She helplessly asked him, "What are you doing?"
Xuan Tianhua shrugged and smiled bitterly. He placed his palm on the strings and the zither music stopped.
Feng Yu Heng felt that if there was a war in Dashun one day, it wouldn't be Xuan Tianming sending troops or Xuan Tianhua playing the zither. It would be Emperor Tianwu singing! This could be considered an imperial expedition, right?
At this time, the commotion outside seemed to have stopped. A palace servant came in and reported, "His Majesty said that today's singing will end here. Tomorrow … he'll come again."
Consort Yun was so angry that her face turned green. She shouted at the top of her lungs, "Whoever can get rid of him, this consort will reward one million taels of silver!"
As soon as her voice fell, Feng Yu Heng raised her hand with a whoosh. "Me!"
Xuan Tianming facepalmed. This was too embarrassing!
Consort Yun didn't think much of it. She only said to Feng Yu Heng, "Heng is still the most obedient. Then I'll leave this matter to you. If you do it well, this consort will reward you one million taels of silver. Then I'll have Ming reward you one million taels of silver as well. "
Xuan Tianming looked at Consort Yun with a bitter expression, "It's fine if you lose money, but why do you want me to pay a share as well?"
Consort Yun rolled her eyes at him, "You're still feeling bad for your own wife. You really have no future."
Xuan Tianhua also smiled faintly from behind, then said, "Count me in as well!"
Feng Yu Heng smiled until her eyes turned into crescents. Three million taels of silver! She got three million taels of silver in one go. This business was simply too profitable.
When they came out of the palace, Xuan Tianming asked her, "What trick do you have to make Imperial Father not come tomorrow?"
Feng Yu Heng slyly said, "It's very simple. I'll have grandfather come into the palace tomorrow."
Xuan Tianming suddenly understood, "Smart!"
Because the Feng manor was in the middle of a funeral, she did not have Xuan Tianming send her there. The two parted ways at a fork in the road, and Feng Yu Heng sat in her own imperial carriage to return home.
Huang Quan clutched her stomach and was so hungry that she didn't have any energy. Fortunately, Feng Yu Heng pulled out a snack to save her. She was finally able to endure until she reached the Feng manor's entrance.
Feng Yu Heng went out early in the morning and only returned when it was almost time for dinner. No matter what, she had to first go to the mourning hall to light some incense for the matriarch. She brought Huang Quan into the manor. The Feng manor was so cold that even the male servants were dozing off. Even the maidservants walking in the yard were listless. Adding on their mourning clothes, it looked … Huang Quan said, "Young miss, why does the Feng manor look so gloomy?"
Feng Yu Heng nodded. It wasn't just gloomy. It looked like a graveyard. But she did not say this. She only increased her pace and walked towards the mourning hall.
When they arrived, everyone in the Feng family was present. Even Zirui and Xiang Rong had come. The only exception was Feng Fen Dai, who had been violently beaten.
Seeing Feng Yu Heng return, Feng Jin Yuan's already ugly expression became even worse. He then asked: "The family is in mourning, yet you actually left the manor and did not return. How could the Feng family have a daughter like you?"
Feng Yu Heng did not argue with him. She only calmly stated the facts: "Imperial concubine mother fell ill. I went into the palace to see a doctor."
"But your grandmother died at home! Do you know what's important? " Feng Jin Yuan completely ignored whatever imperial concubine mother. He only knew that this daughter caused him to feel irritated just by looking at her. Also, this time, he was in the right, thus he pointed at Feng Yu Heng's nose and began cursing: "You little slut. Your grandmother doted on you so much when she was alive. Now that she has passed away, you can't even stand vigil! You actually went to see someone else. How could I, Feng Jin Yuan, have a daughter like you! You really are a family's misfortune! A family's misfortune! "The more he spoke, the more spirited he became" I told you to see someone else's illness! Anyone you see will die! "
Once these words came out, He Zhong, who happened to be in the mourning hall, stepped forward and covered Feng Jin Yuan's mouth: "Husband! Quickly stop speaking! If word of this got out, even if the Feng family had nine heads, it would not be enough! "
In the end, Feng Jin Yuan had a bit more strength. After struggling a bit, he was able to break free from He Zhong. He then angrily said: "What are you doing?"
The other members of the Feng family also managed to react. Han shi's face turned white with fear. Sticking out her belly, she shrieked: "Husband! Quickly stop speaking! Don't say anymore! "
Feng Jin Yuan angrily stomped his feet: "Have you all been bribed by this little slut? The Feng family is in mourning, yet there are still people that come to see her. They really are shameless! They have no upbringing! They all deserve to die! They all deserve to die! "
The Cheng shi sisters' expressions also became ugly. Cheng Jun Man had been kneeling, but at this time, she also stood up and glared at Feng Jin Yuan, loudly saying: "Husband, do not harm the entire manor!"
An shi frankly said: "Second young miss already said that she entered the palace to see her imperial concubine mother. Second young miss' imperial concubine mother is Consort Yun!"
Feng Jin Yuan's curse was stuck in his throat, and he nearly rushed out; however, he was still forced back down. He then felt a lingering fear, as a cold sweat appeared on his back. Even his clothes were soaked.
How could he have forgotten about this matter? How could he have not chosen his words carefully and included Consort Yun?
Feng Jin Yuan looked at Feng Yu Heng with a pale face. He knew that this daughter would definitely become angry. What sort of trick would she play this time?
Unexpectedly, Feng Yu Heng did not become angry, nor was she as unforgiving as he had imagined. On the contrary, she was very indifferent. But the words that she said caused Feng Jin Yuan to feel a chill from his head to the bottom of his feet, "Huang Quan, notify the palace. Because of Official Feng's objections, starting tomorrow, this county princess will no longer be able to enter the palace to see my imperial concubine mother." After she finished speaking, she calmly lit three sticks of incense for the matriarch, saluted and kowtowed. She then grabbed Zirui and Xiang Rong's hands and said: "I'm hungry. Let's go back to Tong Sheng pavilion to eat." She then said to the Cheng shi sisters: "The younger generation is supposed to keep vigil at night. I am squeezing out my own sleeping time to see my imperial concubine mother. I will trouble mother with explaining this rule and logic to Official Feng. It's fine if he makes a fool of himself at home, but he absolutely must not go out and lose face."
Feng Jin Yuan's calves were trembling. Seeing that Feng Yu Heng was about to leave, he quickly staggered forward and chased after her. With a trembling voice, he said: "Imperial concubine Yun's diagnosis, you must continue to observe!"
Feng Yu Heng ignored him, but Huang Quan turned around and said: "Didn't Lord Feng not allow our young miss to go? Didn't you say that she did not know what was important? What is it, now that young miss has followed your wishes, are you still not satisfied? "
Feng Jin Yuan ignored Huang Quan. He only shouted to Feng Yu Heng, who had already entered the yard: "I did not mean that. Consort Yun's illness cannot be delayed. If you don't go, that means you are not filial! Feng Yu Heng, don't be unable to differentiate good from bad. "
Feng Yu Heng's left hand trembled. She turned her head and saw Zirui furrowing his brow. Anger had already appeared on his face. She gently squeezed the child's small hand and said: "It's fine. There's no need to pay attention to him."
Zirui still wanted to say something, but at this time, he saw a male servant quickly run in from outside the yard. Arriving in front of the mourning hall, he said to Feng Jin Yuan: "Master, the people from Ding Feng Bank have come. They say … they are here to collect a debt!"
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