For Feng Yu Heng, the lie of her Persian master had always been like the story of the "second boot". It was always hanging in her heart, but she didn't know when it would fall. Although she did not know what sort of situation would develop today, this was the first time that someone had brought this matter to the table. With things coming to a head, Feng Yu Heng let out a long sigh of relief. Her heart that had been in suspense also calmed down. When she looked at the Eighth Prince again, before the dancers came on stage, she gave him a faint smile, then bowed and said: "Thank you."
To be honest, the Eighth Prince, Xuantian Mo, was a little puzzled by her thank you and the faint smile on her face. He had begun to have doubts about the Feng family's second daughter long ago. Just over two years ago, at the palace banquet, Feng Yu Heng had hit the bullseye with three arrows. Everyone cheered for her, but he felt that something was off. At that time, Feng Yu Heng was only a twelve-year-old girl. Even if she met a strange master three years in the northwest, it was too strange. These princes had also practiced martial arts since they were young. He had never heard of anyone who could learn martial arts in three years. Moreover, they could reach the point where they could shoot a hundred steps and hit a hundred times. Even the best archery skill, Xuan Tianming, couldn't do it.
Since then, Xuantian Mo had been suspicious. Later, he went to the south, but he never stopped inquiring about the news in the capital. Everything that Feng Yu Heng did was passed to his ears. The more he heard, the stranger it became. The more he heard, the more shocked he felt. Gradually, he had the intention to inquire.
Speaking of which, Xuan Tianming didn't want to help Feng Yu Heng cover it up, but he didn't understand what was going on with Feng Yu Heng. Secondly, he didn't know where to start with Feng Yu Heng's wonderful universe space. This matter had been dragged on until today. Today, when the dancers from Persia came to the stage. As the exotic music sounded, everyone who was thinking about the relationship between Feng Yu Heng and the Persian eccentric pulled back their thoughts and looked at the main hall.
The Persian woman had a high nose bridge and large eye sockets. Her skin was slightly darker than the Dashun people, but her facial features were well-defined and curvaceous. She looked more attractive than the people of Nanjiang. Not only this, but during the Mid-Autumn Festival's banquet, some people had seen Gu Shu's princess dance. They all felt that her clothes were bright and bold, and it was something that Dashun dancers could not touch. However, she continued to dance happily and did not think much of it. At that time, people felt that Gu Shu was an open country, but after seeing the Persian dancers, their understanding of the word "bold" was once again overturned. These dancers also knew how to embroider their faces. Not a single one of their faces was not embroidered with patterns. Although they were all wearing rainbow-colored veils, it was still possible to see where the embroidery was and how delicate it was.
Feng Yu Heng enjoyed the Persian dance amidst everyone's praises. At the same time, she felt the occasional gaze from the Eighth Prince, Xuantian Mo.
Finally, the song ended, but the dancers did not retreat out of the hall. They only moved back a bit as if they were waiting for something. At this time, the Eighth Prince, Xuantian Mo, stood up. He faced Emperor Tianwu and was about to speak when he heard Xuan Tianming speak first. He said something that made people want to vomit blood: "Eighth brother, I don't understand. If you want to watch the dance, just watch the dance. Why do you keep looking at our Heng Heng? She is your sister-in-law. As an older brother, you keep staring at your sister-in-law during the banquet. Is this alright? "
Xuantian Mo's words were stuck in his throat. He turned his head to look at Xuan Tianming and slightly furrowed his brows: "Ninth Brother, what do you mean?"
Xuan Tianming coldly snorted: "I'm asking why you keep staring at my wife."
"Who's staring at her?" This was Xuantian Mo's reflexive reply. However, he did not have enough confidence because he really did look. However, it wasn't like what his ninth brother had said, right?
The one who replied to this question was a different person. However, a calm voice rang out. What he said was an extremely worldly sentence, "You've seen it. There are a total of eighteen glances, and each of them stopped for more than five breaths." The person that could make this sort of sound was naturally the seventh prince, Xuan Tian Hua. There was not a single person in the hall who did not know that this seventh prince looked like a deity. When he spoke, he was also very calm and collected. He also treated people very kindly. However, this was limited to the situation where there was no conflict of interest between him and the people he cared about. Once the other party involved his fundamental interests, or once the other party touched the people he cared about, he was no longer an immortal, but a demon. However, there were not many people he cared about. Emperor Tianwu, Consort Yun, the Ninth Prince, and now naturally, the Ninth Prince's future wife. Therefore, when Xuan Tianhua spoke up at this time, everyone was not surprised at all. They just looked at Xuantian Mo helplessly, thinking about how the Eighth Prince would pass this hurdle.
Xuantian Mo also did not expect that old seventh would actually butt in at this time. Furthermore, what he said was reasonable and even counted. However, he had indeed looked at Feng Yu Heng for a long time. This made him unable to refute. For a moment, he was stunned on the spot and felt a little awkward.
On the other side, Xuan Tiange also spoke up at this time: "Eighth Brother, have you taken a fancy to Heng Heng? This won't do! Our Heng Heng and ninth brother have been engaged since they were young! "
"That's right!" Suddenly, a few people in the hall stood up. There were men and women, but they were the three masters and three madams of the Yao family. Yao Jing Jun said: "Many thanks for Your Highness the Eighth Prince's praise, but our Heng Heng Heng will be marrying His Ninth Highness on the day of her coming-of-age ceremony in April. I hope that Your Highness the Eighth Prince will conduct yourself with dignity and not do things that embarrass others and embarrass yourself." Yao Jing Jun was the eldest son of the Yao family and was also Feng Yu Heng's eldest uncle. As the saying went, the mother was the uncle. The Eighth Prince was exposed for doing such a thing in public. As the uncle, standing up for his niece was perfectly justified. Moreover, what did he, Yao Jing Jun, not dare to say! So what if the other party was the Eighth Prince? The position of the Yao family was very clear. They were the most loyal supporters of the Ninth Prince, Xuan Tianming. In addition, with the relationship between Yao Xian and Emperor Tianwu, even if he was the Emperor's son, Yao Jing Jun would still dare to insult him in front of the Emperor.
Yao Jing Jun's words caused the Eighth Prince to be speechless for a long time. He had experienced Old Ninth Xuan Tianming's lying through his teeth since he was young. He had also experienced Old Seventh Xuan Tianhua's unreasonableness under his god-like appearance. Later on, he heard that Feng Yu Heng was a girl with the same moral character as Old Ninth. However, he had neglected the Yao family that had been chased to Huang Zhou many years ago. What was the situation now? Was everyone working together to find fault with him? Yet they had to use this sort of method. Xuantian Mo felt that he was like a scholar that had fallen into the hands of a soldier. Even if he had reason, he could not explain himself clearly. It was clearly a vicious matter of "using a fierce gaze to scare a young girl;" however, this group of people had said that he was "intentionally harassing a young girl." Fuck, this black pot had been placed on him, and he did not know how to remove it. He could not refute by saying that he had not taken an interest in your girl. He just wanted to kill your girl. Based on Old Ninth's temper, if he really dared to say such a thing so directly, would he not take action on the spot? Although it did not seem like he would lose, if Old Seventh was added in, he would not have any chance of winning.
Xuantian Mo was extremely puzzled. He had not returned for a few years, so how had there been so many shameless people in the capital?
For a while, he did not speak; however, Noble Lady Yuan was unable to continue watching. Slapping the table, she said: "Impudent! What are you doing? Are you working together to cause trouble for His Highness the Eighth Prince? Why don't you take a look at what sort of status you have! "
Once this was said, not to mention the others, but Xuan Tianming and Xuan Tianhua immediately looked toward Noble Lady Yuan. Xuan Tianming then asked: "What sort of status do you have? Why don't you take a look at where you're sitting right now! Impudent? Who exactly is being impudent? "
Noble Lady Yuan was startled and immediately recovered, thinking to herself that she had been too impatient. Originally, she was not such an impatient person; however, she had been an imperial concubine for too long, and she was unable to extricate herself from the fact that an imperial concubine had become a noble lady. She would often think of herself as the head of the palace. Dashun had its own rules. Those above the position of imperial concubine could be addressed as imperial concubine mother by all of the princes, and they could act like an elder in front of the princes. But this did not include those below the position of imperial concubine! Presently, she was a noble lady. Even her seat in the middle was near the back. How could she still have the right to say such a thing.
For a while, Noble Lady Yuan was angry at herself and hated the people below. She gritted her teeth and ignored Xuan Tianming; however, she said to Yao Jing Jun: "I was talking about Lord Yao!"
Yao Jing Jun also had an official position in Huang Zhou. It was not high, as he was a lowly sixth rank official; however, he was still able to use the Yao family's current status to enter the palace. Noble Lady Yuan did not dare oppose the princes, nor did she dare get angry at Feng Yu Heng; however, she could not take back her face for the time being. She could only turn her attention to Yao Jing Jun.
Once this was said, before Yao Jing Jun could respond, she was stopped by the Eighth Prince, Xuantian Mo, as Xuantian Mo said: "Why is mother joking with the Seventh Brother and the Ninth Brother? It's the new year. Let's leave the chance to joke with the officials. Let's not disturb the main event! " After saying this, he laughed and cupped his hands to Feng Yu Heng, saying: "Younger sister, eighth brother is also a little narrow-minded. It's just that I found a Persian singer and singer and wanted to get some benefits from you. After all, younger sister has a Persian master. Eighth brother was thinking that you would not see him for a long time and would have some thoughts. "
Feng Yu Heng once again realized that the Eighth Prince was indeed different from the Third Prince. If it was the Third Prince, Xuan Tian Ye, he would definitely have fallen out with them at a time like this. But the Eighth Prince was someone who knew when to yield and when to stand tall. He was definitely able to see the situation clearly and would not allow himself to be at a disadvantage in this sort of situation.
But what could he do about it? Feng Yu Heng squinted her eyes and went forward. The Persians had come, and she was fated to fight with them. As for whether or not blood would be spilled, that would depend on the intensity of the fight. She had never been one to endure silently. Cowardice, cowardice, retreat, these were words that had never appeared in her dictionary. She, Feng Yu Heng, was not someone who would charge forward with a sharp blade. Instead, she was someone who would take the initiative to shoot with an AK.
"Your Highness the Eighth Prince is considerate. Unfortunately, my hometown is Dashun, and I really do not have any feelings for Persia. My Persian master is also a wanderer. Aside from his appearance and language, he does not have many Persian habits. This includes his clothes. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. "
"Oh?" Xuantian Mo suddenly laughed then clapped his hands. Very quickly, another group of Persians walked in from the hall and knelt to Tianwu. They said something in Persian that nobody could understand. However, they heard Xuantian Mo say: "This person is also a Persian doctor. I was fortunate enough to get to know him, and I have heard quite a bit about Persian medicine. Today, I have a few questions that I would like to ask younger sister!"
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