She respected him as her father and kept him in her heart.
Feng Yu Heng had never seen Imperial Concubine Yun cry before. In her impression, this Imperial Concubine Yun was either laughing and joking, or she was proud and arrogant. She had an appearance of not caring about anything, and she did not show any respect to her two sons. She was very harmonious.
But now, she could clearly see some sparkling light in Consort Yun's eyes when she looked at Yao Xian. But it was only for an instant, as the stubborn Imperial Concubine Yun very quickly retracted her tears and continued to say to Yao Xian: "Because I remember that before uncle left, he said to me that the person I want to marry in this life does not have to be a noble, and it does not have to have a dignified appearance, but it has to be extremely good to me and wholeheartedly devoted to me. Uncle said that our stockade was very good. The people were simple and honest, and people were simple. People who could live in such a place would be the happiest. You hoped that I could live happily in the stockade for the rest of my life and not be like my mother, who was deceived by people outside the stockade. But … I was really deceived. Not only was I deceived, but I also followed him out of the stockade. Although I had no choice at that time because of the plague, I didn't know that he was the ruler of a country until I followed him back to his home. He already had wives, concubines, and children in his home … They all say that one wife, two concubines, three children, and four servants. So at that time, I counted with my fingers. I wasn't even the fifth child. He already had so many sons. "
Consort Yun's voice was full of loneliness and extreme ridicule. Facing Yao Xian, she was like a child who had done something wrong. She was afraid and wronged. But her words only aroused Yao Xian's sympathy and didn't resonate with him. Yao Xian used a lot of effort to find this part in the original owner's memory. Unfortunately, in the end, it was to no avail. There were some vague memories of living in the stockade, but he couldn't find any more. The original owner's memory he inherited was not as complete as Feng Yu Heng's. After all, the original owner was already very old when he died. In addition, when Feng Yu Heng came, this body was only twelve years old. The original owner started to remember things when he was three or four years old. The memory was less than ten years old, so it was naturally very clear. Yao Xian's original owner had treated countless people in his life. Consort Yun's matter was more than thirty years ago. It was normal that he couldn't remember.
Consort Yun didn't ask Yao Xian if he could remember her. It seemed that Yao Xian's reaction didn't have much to do with her. She just wanted to talk. She just wanted to talk. She wanted to say all the things she had kept in her heart for so many years.
Fortunately, Yao Xian and Feng Yu Heng were both very patient people. In addition to this, Imperial Concubine Yun's story was something that they wanted to hear, thus the three sat in the main hall of Lou Yue Temple. Just like this, the three sat in the main hall of Lou Yue Temple and chatted like this, drinking tea and eating fruits and pastries. They chatted from noon until evening, and Yao Xian finally had a bit of an impression of the past. He vaguely remembered that the original owner had saved a pregnant woman in the mountains several decades ago. At that time, he had gone into the mountains to find some rare herbs. After saving the pregnant woman, he went to the mountain village. The people in the mountain village were very warm. He stayed for several years. It was during those years that he developed many herbs with special effects.
But in the end, it was still that sentence. In Yao Xian's memory, her memories of Consort Yun and her mother were very shallow. This also let Yao Xian know that the original owner was a person with very little emotions. He wholeheartedly devoted himself to medicine. Saving the dying and healing the injured was just his job. It was a professional act, but as for who he saved, he didn't have a deep memory. In those years, he didn't even have any contact with the Yao Family. He was alone in the mountains, leaving the Yao Family in the capital. Thinking about it, the original owner's youngest son shouldn't have been that old at that time.
But those were things of the past. Yao Xian couldn't remember them now and Consort Yun didn't have much hope that he would remember her. Everything was peaceful and they only exchanged some pleasantries. With Feng Yu Heng in the middle, the atmosphere was much better than when they first came in.
Feng Yu Heng and Yao Xian left the palace in the evening. When they left, Consort Yun's expression was relaxed. Completing a wish was always a good thing. And Yao Xian being neither close nor distant allowed her to put down a lot of burden. Later, she thought that this kind of ending was the best. She remembered, he also had an impression. Neither close nor distant, neither close nor distant. Adding on Heng Heng, the two of them had another connection. This kind of feeling was very good. No matter what, she respected him as her father. It was enough as long as she kept him in her heart.
Feng Yu Heng cleverly used the space to bring Yao Xian out of the palace. When they returned to the princess's residence and entered her room, she dismissed everyone and flashed into the space.
At this time, Yao Xian was pacing between the medicine cabinets on the first floor. When he saw Feng Yu Heng come in, he hurriedly said, "When I was in the palace, I recalled Yao Xian's previous memories. I found that when he went to the mountain village, he wanted to find several rare medicinal herbs. The direction of his research was also targeted at anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving medicine. Unfortunately, the medicine he developed in the end was a great improvement in this era. But compared to the Western medicine of the future, it was useless. "
Feng Yu Heng nodded, "That's right. Although the medicine of this era can't be said to be very backward, it's still too simple compared to the medicine of the future. Whether it's the medicine or the technique, including the doctors' philosophy, they all need to be improved. There are very few people like Song Kang who thought of researching the embryonic form of surgery. But speaking of this, Song Kang was only inspired by a native of a tribe. "
"Heng Heng." Yao Xian looked at her seriously, "I know that you want to popularize advanced medical knowledge in this era, but have you thought about how difficult it will be? Not to mention that these medicines can't be made with our strength. The only way is to take them out of this space. But once the medicine is taken out of this space, it has an expiration date. The world is so big. You can only manage one Hundred Herb Hall in the capital, but once there are too many branches, it will be a problem for you to replenish the supply. Heng Heng, even if your imagination is beautiful, you still need to be realistic. "
"I know." Feng Yu Heng nodded. She was also physically and mentally exhausted, "I also thought about it. It's very difficult, but if I don't try, I won't be satisfied. Grandfather, why do you think the heavens arranged for us to come to this place? It's impossible for everyone to die, so there will be another arrangement. Moreover, this Dashun dynasty doesn't exist in the history we know. It's like it came out of thin air. Sometimes, I wonder if all of this is real. If the Dashun doesn't exist in the historical space-time, then what am I? " She was a little emotional. This was a thought that had always existed in her mind, but she never dared to say it. Sometimes, even if she suspected that all of this was an illusion, that it was all fake, she didn't dare to say it out loud. She was afraid that some things would be destroyed with a touch. But here, there were too many existences that she cared for.
"You're thinking too much." Yao Xian told her, "It's not that the history we know is the real history. Historians are just speculating and guessing based on the traces left behind by an era. The so-called Xia, Shang, Western Zhou, the so-called Spring and Autumn Warring States, which one of them was personally experienced by later generations? They are historians, not gods. They also have their mistakes and omissions. It doesn't mean that they don't exist just because they didn't say it. Similarly, it doesn't mean that we don't know it, and it doesn't mean that it doesn't exist. "
"Grandfather, what you mean is that this Dashun dynasty still exists in history? It's just that the historians of later generations haven't discovered it yet? " She frowned and thought about it again, but then shook her head. "Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. With the prosperity of Dashun, it's not like the Xia, Shang, or Western Zhou period. It should be … very close to the Tang and Song periods. Sometimes, I even feel that its civilization has reached the end of the Ming Dynasty. How can historians not find any trace of a history that's so close to the footsteps of later generations? "
"Then there's another possibility." Yao Xian continued, "There's another situation called 'parallel space'. In different spaces, at the same time, in a parallel space-time, there are different people living in it. Because it's parallel, it's impossible for them to meet. We live our lives, and they live theirs. Originally, it's impossible for them to know of each other's existence, but we accidentally passed through the parallel point during one of our deaths and arrived on the other side. Child, do you understand what Grandfather is saying? "
It was a very strange way of saying it, but Feng Yu Heng understood. After all, she came from the twenty-first century, an era where technology had advanced. What was there that couldn't be said? Thus, she nodded and didn't say anything else. As before, she had Ban Zou send Yao Xian back to the Yao family. Before Yao Xian left, he said to her: "What you're doing is right. Grandfather will share your trials and tribulations, but the Yao family isn't our true family in the end. Child, take care of yourself. "
This year's first snow didn't fall until the middle of the eleventh month. It was quite heavy, and the thick snow on the streets didn't even reach the top of one's shoes. Everyone was speculating whether or not the winter disaster from that year would occur again. Fortunately, the snow only fell for a short while before stopping and not continuing.
Feng Yu Heng brought Wang Chuan and Huang Quan to walk down the street. They looked at a few shops and then walked aimlessly. Huang Quan said that she was thinking about His Ninth Highness. Feng Yu Heng refused to admit it, but she was thinking about it in her heart. Why hadn't he sent back a single letter after all this time?
The three of them walked and walked until they arrived in front of An shi's embroidery shop. Looking around, the shop was quite lively. There were quite a few people buying embroidery, and there were also some people picking up goods. They were carrying large and small bags as they walked out. Huang Quan said: "An yiniang's shop is flourishing. She and the third young miss will have better days."
Wang Chuan quietly said: "That's right! I heard that under Feng Fen Dai's instigation, the fifth prince cut the allowance given to the Feng family by half. It was barely enough to support Feng Jin Yuan's expenses, much less third young miss and concubine mother An's expenses. Fortunately, they have their own shops, so they don't need to rely on others to support them. "
"As I see it, Feng Jin Yuan deserves it." This time, Huang Quan was very much in agreement with Fen Dai's actions, "Only someone as powerful as Feng Fen Dai should take care of him. And he's a father. Where is the appearance of a father? Last time, when Prince Lian came to our imperial daughter's manor, didn't he say that Feng Jin Yuan had learned how to climb walls? There was once when he directly jumped from the Feng manor's wall to the Lian manor's side. His arm was bleeding from the fall. Later on, Feng Fen Dai did not even call for a doctor. She just let him endure. I heard that he howled in the manor for many days before the pain stopped. "
Just as they were speaking, they heard someone very impolitely shout from behind them: "Young Miss Feng is out of the way! Out of the way! "
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