20 carriages, with Feng Yu Heng hitching a ride, there were a total of 21 masters, representing 21 manors. When this group arrived in front of the Sheng Palace and expressed their desire to see the Eighth Prince, the Sheng Palace's people were the first to reject them.
But when they saw Xuan Tiange, they felt that there was no point in rejecting her. When had this unruly princess ever been rejected by others? As long as she stood here, was there any point in rejecting her?
Therefore, the servants helplessly allowed these people in. Xuan Tiange pulled Feng Yu Heng and rushed in without any reservations. As she rushed in, she said: "Follow me, follow me! You might not be familiar with the manors in the capital, but I am familiar with them! I have played in these places when I was young! Come, come, I will bring you to the Eighth Prince's courtyard. Remember, when you see the Eighth Prince in a while, no matter how bad his face is, you are not allowed to smile! Although being scratched by a woman is very ugly, we came to show our concern and condolences. We cannot deviate from our original intentions. "
The group of young misses behind her nodded repeatedly, expressing that they understood the main idea today. They then followed Xuan Tiange's footsteps and arrived at the courtyard that Xuantian Mo was staying in after a short while.
"Eighth Brother! Heng Heng and I came to see you! Are you very happy? Are you very excited? "Just as she took a step in, Xuan Tiange was already shouting at the top of her lungs. Feng Yu Heng wanted to laugh when she heard this. Happy? Excited? She was afraid that the Eighth Prince was about to vomit blood from anger, right?
Reality proved that Feng Yu Heng understood the Eighth Prince very well. At this moment, Xuantian Mo felt like vomiting blood. He was still lying on the bed, and there was not a single part of his body that was not aching. He did not even want to move, yet at this time, he heard Xuan Tiange's terrible voice. She even said that she would bring Feng Yu Heng along? Why did it sound like they weren't here to see him, but to cause trouble instead?
With the help of the servants, he struggled to sit up on the bed. Before he could even straighten his clothes, the door was rudely pushed open. Then, accompanied by a delicate cry, his cousin, who was regarded as a treasure by Emperor Tianwu, rushed in.
"Oh, my eighth brother!" This was Xuan Tiange's opening statement after listening to the recording. The reason was that she had seen the side of Xuantian Mo's face that had been scratched by Zhu Kongshan. "Eighth Brother, what happened to you? Isn't this disfigurement? I thought it was just a light scratch, but now it looks quite serious. I'm afraid it's impossible for him to recover in this lifetime, right? "As she spoke, she asked Feng Yu Heng, who was beside her." Heng, do you think it can be cured? "As she spoke, she actually reached out to touch Xuantian Mo's face.
Of course, Xuantian Mo would not allow her to touch it, quickly dodging it. He even angrily said: "How old are you? Why are you still getting touchy? "
"No matter how old I am, I am still your cousin! I am worried about your injury, but I am not embarrassed. What is there for a grown man like you to be embarrassed about? "
Embarrassed? Xuantian Mo nearly choked to death from this word. He was a grown man. How could he be associated with something like being embarrassed?
Before he could speak, Feng Yu Heng faintly said: "It's very difficult to recover. Even if the flesh grows back, it will definitely leave a scar."
These words were said quite loudly, and it was enough for the young misses that had come in from behind to hear. They saw Ren Xifeng and Fung Tianyu look at each other then suddenly say: "Huh? It can't recover? Then His Highness the eighth prince is too pitiful! "
"That's right, that's right! In the future, he will become an ugly man with a ghost face. Even if he has the status of a prince, it would be very difficult for any beautiful girl to marry into the Sheng Palace, right? "
"That's right! After all, this face is too frightening. If he woke up at night and saw it, he might faint from fright. No one can disregard their own little life because of the status of Princess Sheng! Ai, His Highness the eighth prince really is pitiful. "
With these two taking the lead, the young misses that had come in behind seemed to have received an order and immediately knew what to say. Thus, everyone followed Ren Xifeng and Fung Tianyu's words and said all sorts of things. In just a short while, Xuantian Mo could only go to the countryside to marry an ugly woman and live with grievances for the rest of his life. There was even someone who said: "To think that I used to admire His Highness the eighth prince, but now that he is like this, the last bit of admiration in my heart has been scared away."
Xuantian Mo felt his head swell from hearing this. He just could not understand. He was a man, not a woman. What was it? His face being injured was equivalent to ruining his life? Who set this rule? Which man didn't have any small scratches and bruises? Why did these people make it sound like he couldn't live anymore?
He really wanted to defend himself, but he was a grown man. Facing over 20 women, that feeling was as if he had fallen into a sparrow's nest. He could only hear the endless chatter next to his ears. He opened his mouth a few times to speak, but he could not get a word in. He nearly suffocated to death.
Under Xuan Tiange's lead, these young misses expressed their "passionate" concern for the Eighth Prince. There were even some that wiped away a few tears, and there were even some that said: "If the Eighth Prince does not mind, my servant is quite sensible. Just let her suffer a little and come to the Sheng Palace to be the official princess!"
Without waiting for the Eighth Prince to speak, Xuan Tiange immediately waved her hand, continuing the conversation: "No, no, our Heng Heng has said it before. Everyone is equal. Just because a maidservant is a servant, she cannot be casually married off. Moreover, she is marrying an ugly ghost with a disfigured face … … Aiya, Eighth Brother, I did not mean to poke at your heart. I said the wrong thing. But my words are crude but the logic is not crude. You know that I have not thought through my words since I was young. Even Uncle Emperor could not do anything about me. Don't get angry at me. Either way, what I mean is, just because your face is disfigured, you cannot allow someone else to disfigure a maidservant. That would be unfair to that maidservant. "After saying this, she turned and asked Feng Yu Heng:" Heng Heng, am I right! "
Feng Yu Heng was about to suffer from internal injuries from laughing. How were they here to visit a patient. This was clearly a small group that caused trouble. The Eighth Prince's face was about to turn green from anger.
But she was very happy to see this effect and was very cooperative as she continued Xuan Tiange's words, saying: "That's right! Everyone is equal. Regardless of whether it is a prince or a maidservant, if she is unwilling and forced to marry, that is the same as rape. "
Xuantian Mo almost broke down, rape? He was a prince, what kind of woman could he not have? Was there a need to rape a maidservant?
However, he was destined to not be able to get a word in today. There were really too many women in the room! They were talking one after another. A grown man like him was sandwiched in this group of sparrows. It seemed so out of place. Although he was also annoyed that his face was scratched like this, he did not feel that this was a matter that was more important than the heavens. But everyone looked at him with extremely sympathetic gazes. That feeling was as if he could not live without this face. Fung Tianyu even specially came forward, saying: "Your Highness the Eighth Prince, we can all understand your feelings. After all, you were scratched by your younger cousin who has done the deed of husband and wife with you. This matter is easy to talk about but not pleasant to hear. Just like a couple living their lives, the women in other families are obedient to the man's orders and do as the man says, but your woman broke this law and turned it around. At home, she became the person who rules over others. Say, how much face do you have! Look, not only did she not listen to you, she actually hit you! Your Highness the Eighth Prince, don't worry, we will definitely not speak of this matter. Only the heavens and earth know, you know and we know, at most, we will just go home and nag a little at home. It will not spread to the entire Dashun. "
Xuantian Mo just wanted to ask her, now that it had spread to this extent, who still did not know? What was it, the capital was not enough to cause a ruckus, and you want to cause a ruckus in other provinces?
Immediately after, Ren Xifeng also spoke up, she said: "Let's not take this matter too seriously, we are men! Who doesn't have injuries on their body? My father has countless injuries on his body. " Xuantian Mo just felt that this was more reasonable, but that Ren Xifeng immediately added: "But my father's injuries were left behind on the battlefield many years ago, that is a man's merit! But Your Highness the Eighth Prince's injuries were scratched by a woman in your family, what is this considered? "
Feng Yu Heng thought about it and said: "It should be considered a disgrace."
"Aiya!" Xuan Tiange stomped her foot, "But of course! This is called a disgrace! But Eighth Brother, you must not get angry too quickly, we will not laugh at you, we also sympathize with you, after all, you are injured! If it's injuries on the face, it is not completely incurable, I remember that in the past, the imperial concubines in the imperial palace would eat something called something to maintain their beauty? It is said that it can even restore a damaged appearance, what is it called … … "
"Purple placenta." Feng Yu Heng reminded her, "After a woman gives birth, the placenta that is removed from the mother's body along with the child, it has a very high medicinal value. Eighth Brother might not understand the process of collecting purple placenta, right? Then I will explain it to you simply, if you want to use purple placenta as medicine, you must first collect the fresh placenta of a healthy pregnant woman, rinse it in clear water, remove the fascia and cut the blood vessels around the umbilical cord, squeeze out the blood, rinse it repeatedly a few times, and gently rub it until it is clean, then use a thin iron wire to tighten the insides, sew the sides with thread, boil it in a pot of boiling water until the placenta floats up, remove the amniotic membrane at the side, and roast it over a smokeless coal fire until it bubbles up, until it is soft. "
She spoke patiently, but it caused Xuantian Mo to feel nauseous a few times. He wanted to remind Feng Yu Heng to stop talking many times, but how could he stop himself, yet Xuan Tian Ge still spoke up: "Apparently, when that thing is taken out of a woman's body, it is bloody and has a fishy smell, it is disgusting! But eighth Brother, for your face, younger sister is willing to go and find that thing for you. As I see it, how about this, for the sake of ensuring the freshness of the purple placenta, I will find a few women who are about to give birth and send them to the Sheng Palace. You can eat and drink well first to ensure the nutrition and health of the pregnant women. When they give birth, the purple placenta will be taken away. Only like this will it be fresh and warm. Eighth Brother, what do you think? "
Xuantian Mo could no longer hold back, leaning over to the side of the bed and vomiting, causing all of the young misses to retreat in shock. At the same time, they covered their noses and mouths with looks of disdain.
Feng Yu Heng furrowed her brow and said worriedly: "Did eighth Brother suffer internal injuries from Young Miss Zhu's beating? Otherwise, why would he continue to vomit? Eighth Brother is truly too crippled! You're still so young. How could that Young Miss Zhu do it! "
With her saying this, Xuan Tian Ge immediately turned around and waved her hand at the group of people that had come. It was as though those young misses had undergone group training, as they raised their handkerchiefs to cover the corners of their eyes and began to cry.
More than 20 young misses cried together. The more shy ones sobbed, and the more unrestrained ones simply wailed. When the servants of the Sheng Palace saw this scene, they suddenly felt as though a funeral was being held in their palace …
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