Feng Yu Heng chatted with the palace maid for a while until the palace maid walked out of the main hall where the moon-viewing platform was located.
Imperial Concubine Yun looked in her direction and raised her hand, interrupting Jian Zheng's words. She then said with a bit of dissatisfaction: "The biggest taboo when listening to a story is to become absent-minded. A-Heng, tell me, what was that story about?"
Feng Yu Heng quickly sat up a little straighter and said seriously: "Daughter-in-law was listening carefully. Just now, Lord Jian Zheng was talking about Her Highness Concubine Lan having an affair with a guard in the palace. The two held hands and prepared to escape the palace. When they ran to the small dog hole in the north, the guard was the first to come out. Then he dragged concubine Lan out from the outside. Who knew that Concubine Lan, who had been pampered in the palace all these years, had eaten too much and became too fat. When she was halfway through, she got stuck and was caught by the imperial guards who came later. "
Consort Yun nodded, "En, you really understand."
As Xuan Tianming and Xuan Tianhua snickered, Feng Yu Heng wanted to express her enthusiasm for the story. She cooperated and asked Jian Zheng in an extremely gossipy tone: "And then?"
Jian Zheng said: "She was beaten to death."
Feng Yu Heng nodded, "Good!" Then she began to talk about her feelings: "That's why I said that men shouldn't have too many women. They can't handle it and can't control it. In the end, the one making a fool of themselves is still themselves."
Imperial Concubine Yun agreed with this very much. Xuan Tian Ming and Xuan Tian Hua also agreed with this. The few of them had reached a high level of agreement on this point of view.
Feng Yu Heng glanced at Consort Yun. She saw that the passion in her eyes for the gossip hadn't faded. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart. However, she maintained the same passion on her face. Then she took the initiative to speak to Jian Zheng: "Concubine Lan's story is finished. Tell another story!"
Jian Zheng glanced at Feng Yu Heng and his heart suddenly trembled. He had felt this way since the first time he saw her. Although he had seen her many times and was no longer surprised, the trembling in his heart had never lessened.
This Jian Zheng had learned astrology since he was a child, so he had never strayed from the path of his occupation. That day, he saw Feng Yu Heng was in charge of the Star Palace, but it was only later that he found out that she was the Ninth Prince's future daughter-in-law, the County Princess Ji 'an that everyone praised.
He knew in his heart that this girl had endured the appearance of the Star of the Phoenix, which had not been seen for five hundred years, but it was very strange. This kind of strange phenomenon was usually seen when a woman was born. Why was it that this Star of the Phoenix could only be seen more than a year ago? He really couldn't figure it out.
Of course, what puzzled him even more was … the Phoenix Star! That was the Phoenix Star! His master had once said that the woman in charge of the Phoenix Star would have a peculiar fate. She would be endlessly honored and would definitely be graceful and magnanimous. She would be able to tolerate others. But this one … why was she so gossipy?
He helplessly shook his head. He was the dignified Jian Zheng of the Imperial Astronomer. Even the Emperor had to give him some face. Yet, he was always unguarded and ended up as Consort Yun's gossiper. This was really … an extraordinary shame and humiliation! This family loved to gossip. Not only did the mother like it, even the Ninth Prince, who everyone called the Ninth King of Hell, liked it. The Seventh Prince, who everyone called the Seven Immortals, also liked it! He was really f * cked up.
After silently cursing for a while, he opened his mouth again and told the story in a lively manner, "Just now, I told you a piece of gossip about concubine Lan. Now, this official will tell everyone a piece of gossip about the princes!"
Feng Yu Heng wiped away the cold sweat that hadn't appeared on her forehead. She thought to herself that this Jian Zheng was also a talent! Not only did he gossip about concubines, now he was gossiping about princes. If he was given a bit more time, wouldn't he also gossip about Tianwu?
But Consort Yun felt that it was very appropriate and quickly nodded, saying: "Good, good, just talk about the princes. This One likes to hear this."
Jian Zheng bowed and continued: "Our Dashun has a total of nine princes. Let's not talk about the others. Today, we will talk about the fourth prince who has been confined."
Feng Yu Heng's eyes lit up. Old Fourth?
The story officially began: "Speaking of the fourth prince, because he tried to usurp the throne with the third prince, he was sentenced to life imprisonment. But other than this heavy sentence, there was another interesting sentence. Everyone, do you remember what it was? "
Consort Yun knew that Xuan Tianyi had been locked up, but she did not know what other things were. She shook her head, expressing that she did not know.
How could Xuan Tianming have the heart to remember this matter. He also shook his head and did not speak.
Although Feng Yu Heng thought of this, she did not know if it was what Jian Zheng wanted to talk about.
Instead, it was Xuan Tianming who spoke up leisurely, saying: "He was also sentenced to embroidery for the Feng family's third young miss, Feng Xiangrong."
"Your Highness the seventh prince is correct!" Jian Zheng nodded, "It was this interesting sentence that led to today's story. Apparently, the fourth prince was punished to embroider for the Feng family's third young miss. In the beginning, he was very unhappy. Oh, of course, up until now, he has been unhappy. It's just that he no longer has any ability to resist. I heard that the first thing the Feng family's third young miss asked him to embroider was a mandarin duck. No matter how unhappy the fourth prince was, there was nothing he could do about the imperial edict. He could only pick up a needle and thread and casually pick up a few needles to make an appearance. Before the outline was even drawn, he threw it to a servant and sent it to the Feng family's third young miss. "
When Consort Yun heard this, she seemed to have a bit of an impression and interjected: "I heard that the Feng family's third young miss has a weak personality and was bullied badly by Feng Jinyuan?"
Xuan Tianhua nodded, "Imperial concubine mother is correct."
"Hah!" Consort Yun felt that it was a bit of a pity, "Then old fourth can only fool her for a bit. It's likely that he will just randomly embroider something. This story is not interesting."
Feng Yu Heng heard this and shook her head, expressing her own thoughts: "That's not necessarily the case. Daughter-in-law's third sister's personality is a bit weak, and she is especially timid, but she is stubborn. She is especially stubborn and stubborn. She is especially stubborn. "
These words were approved by Jian Zheng: "It really is princess who understands her younger sister!" He then continued: "After the fourth prince's tattered mandarin duck was sent to the Feng family, the third young miss only glanced at it before frowning and throwing it back. She only said one sentence," Not good. Take it back and let him embroider it again. "
Xuan Tianming was stunned and casually said: "Your family's third young miss still has the courage?"
Feng Yu Heng shrugged: "Do you still remember the day old third and old fourth caused trouble in the palace? Didn't Xiang Rong force old fourth to embroider for an entire night? He was even tied to a chair. "
Xuan Tianming nodded and thought to himself, a woman's potential really is limitless!
A faint smile appeared on Xuan Tianhua's face, as he urged Jian Zheng: "Continue."
Jian Zheng then continued: "Rumor has it that Third Young Miss Feng said that the matter of embroidery was set by the Emperor. If the Fourth Prince took out something of this level, in the future, people would say that she didn't teach him well as a master. Hearing this, the fourth prince coughed up half a mouthful of blood on the spot. He then picked up a needle and thread and began embroidering. In this way, over 70 embroidery designs were ruined. The fourth prince was finally able to embroider half a mandarin duck. But third young miss Feng said that there was no such thing as half a mandarin duck. If he wanted to embroider it, it had to be a pair. It also had to be accompanied by red flowers and green willows. This was not enough. She even had someone pass along a message, telling the fourth prince to quickly learn how to embroider mandarin ducks. She had already chosen a design for him to embroider. When these words reached the fourth prince's side, the fourth prince went crazy after hearing this. Now, he was trapped in his residence and roared. He pointed in the direction of the Feng family and cursed third young miss Feng. After third young miss heard this, she had someone copy the Book of Daoism and sent it to the third prince. She had him embroider a book according to it. The fourth prince was so angry that he tore the book to shreds. He shouted for third young miss Feng to wait, saying that there would be a day when he would take care of her! "
Consort Yun straightened her body and simply snatched all the grapes that the servant was peeling for her. Then, she sat cross-legged in front of her. She ate while saying: "Your story is very popular. Otherwise, why would people say that men cannot have too many women? If there are too many women, there will be too many children. Not only will the women fight to the death with each other, but the children will also be like enemies when they see each other. How can there be any talk of blood relations? There will be one less child if one dies."
These words made Xuan Tianming and Xuan Tianhua look helpless. Xuan Tianming spoke first: "Aren't Seventh Brother and I doing well?"
Xuan Tianhua also said: "Mufei's words aren't absolute."
Consort Yun waved her hand and said disdainfully: "That's because one of you was born by this consort and the other was raised by this consort. You're no different from real brothers." She pointed at Xuan Tianhua, "You can try to find a foster mother that this consort doesn't like to raise you!" She then pointed at Xuan Tianming, "This consort guarantees that this brat would have strangled you to death more than a decade ago."
Feng Yu Heng was speechless. She thought, so many princes have been born, but none of them have been strangled to death?
Imperial Concubine Yun seemed to understand her thoughts, thus she explained: "That's because Ming-er is the youngest. When he was born, those annoying ones were already quite big."
She thought about it and agreed, so she didn't ask anymore.
Xuan Tianhua said gratefully: "Erchen thanks Mufei for taking me in. Erchen thanks Ninth Brother for sparing my life."
Consort Yun giggled and looked at Xuan Tianhua with a gratified expression, "This consort didn't raise you in vain. Look at how good you've grown. Tsk tsk, you're just like a celestial."
Xuan Tianhua smiled bitterly, "Mufei."
"Shut up."
Seeing Consort Yun staring at Xuan Tianhua like a love-struck fool, Xuan Tianming was about to collapse. He coldly called out to her — — "Hey! Hey! "
No response.
"Hey!"
Still no response.
He was angry, "Yun pianpian!" Did she still have any self-awareness as a Mufei?
Consort Yun finally came back to her senses after being yelled at. She couldn't help but groan and roll her eyes. She angrily muttered: "What's wrong with looking at you for a while? I've raised you for nothing. " After muttering to herself, she didn't feel satisfied. She also felt that her son didn't give her face just now. Thus, this woman's desire for revenge rose. After thinking for a long time, she secretly came up with a sentence: "I always feel that such a good girl like Heng is wasted being with you. In this consort's opinion, if she stands together with Hua-er, they'll be a good match!"
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