The Divine Doctor: The Daughter Of The Frist Wife
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"Fu Yes, un." Duan Mu An Guo nodded and ordered the servant by his side. "Bring 100 taels for the Fu family. Just tell the family that their daughter is well-liked by His Highness Prince Lian. At the same time, send someone to the Xian Zi Pavilion and bring the latest painting of the Fu family's daughter for the past three years here."
In the three northern provinces, when a girl was ten years old, a painter from the Xian Zi Pavilion would go to each province to paint their likeness and store it in the warehouse of the Xian Zi Pavilion. This was to allow Duan Mu An Guo to go and see whenever he wanted.
The original Fu Ya was only 13 years old in the new year. He was a year younger than Feng Yu Heng. Even if he did not join the Illusory Hall, he would still have to participate in the selection of the imperial concubine of the Winter Palace this time around. Until this year, the Xian Zi Pavilion had collected three paintings for Fu Ya's appearance. Clearly, Duan Mu An Guo wanted to use this to uncover Feng Yu Heng's true identity. Although she was not entirely sure that she was the girl who burned the palace on that day, her vision had not deteriorated to such an extent. He was able to see a resemblance of 70 or 80 percent, so he could feel confident.
Feng Yu Heng heard him say this and did not reveal any special reactions. He simply bowed and thanked her then continued watching the show. His sight did not wander in the slightest.
But in reality, there were a lot of question marks that appeared in his mind. The biggest one was why did Prince Lian save him? Since there was no unconditional love in this world, this meant that he was clearly trying to get her help. Butwhy?
Feng Yu Heng was completely unable to understand it. Prince Lian, that crazy woman, actually had another evil idea, as he said to Duan Mu An Guo. "I heard that the palace of the great leader had a frozen pond. Under the extremely cold ice, there were some good fish hidden."
Duan Mu An Guo did not hide it, nodded and said. "Thank you for the help of the ruler Qian Zhou, some fish from the Four Colors Lake will be left for this official. This official would then bring them back to be reared. That fish is too precious, and this official is only willing to eat two in the past year. The rest is left for this new year's celebration to be given to every honored guest who comes. This year, His Majesty personally came to Song Zhou, so this official will arrange for someone to melt the water tomorrow and bring one tomorrow for His Majesty to enjoy."
"Well!" Prince Lian waved his hand, “Master Duan Mu, it's obvious that you don't want this prince to try it. Otherwise, why would you wait until this prince personally mentioned it? And wait till tomorrow? It has to be lifted today! But today is the first day of the new year, so this prince will not argue with you. This prince had personally broken the ice in the frozen pond and retrieved two fish. I ordered the cook to cook it. If you think about it, they should be ready by now."
As soon as he said this, a servant outside brought two large plates into the hall. People can smell fish from far away. Fish taken after breaking the ice have a distinctive aroma. The fish taste better and very delicious.
Duan Mu An Guo watched the servants bring two plates to the table in front of him and Prince Lian before bowing and leaving the hall. The fish was cooked in its entirety. It seems untouched in the least. This was the rarest type he had worked so hard to bring back from the Four Colors Lake.
Duan Mu An Guo looked at the fish then looked at the fish before Prince Lian. His face was even more hurt than if his wife died.
Feng Yu Heng forcefully held back a laugh, almost resulting in an internal injury. He thought back to the moment he burned down his palace, and Duan Mu An Guo only looked furious. However, there is no sign of heartache. Now, it seems that this old man is truly heartbroken! It was not like cooked fish. Instead, there was only a large amount of paper money.
Duan Mu An Guo's nose was almost twisted in anger. Taking his chopsticks, he stabbed the fish hard!
The people below were watching the show, while the people above were eating fish. His Highness Prince Lian ate happily, and Feng Yu Heng silently asked one of the servants holding the lantern. “A prince in Qian Zhou can be a woman?”
The waiter looked at him as if he was a freak then coldly snorted, saying. “What's your business.” Then he stopped talking.
Feng Yu Heng had been rejected, but he was not angry. He simply turned around and asked the other servant. "A girl can also be a prince?" The servant was even more straightforward in answering. "You're crazy, right?"
You're the one who's crazy? Feng Yu Heng rolled his eyes and wanted to say that the people of Qian Zhou were really following their own steps. He had received so much help from Da Shun, yet the Emperor had never talked about bestowing him the title of Prince. But that ugly little place called Qian Zhou, there was a female prince. How quaint.
As he was thinking to himself, he saw someone advancing forward. Bowing slightly, they brought their cups forward, "This commoner is Duan Mu Cong and wants to toast His Highness Prince Lian."
The woman furrowed her brows, "Reliality? Commoners want to drink with this prince?"
Duan Mu Cong put an embarrassed expression on his face and immediately changed his tone. "These commoners are toasting to His Highness Prince Lian on behalf of my father, Duan Mu An Guo. My father is getting older, and his health is getting worse. It's true it's not good for him to drink too much wine."
"Oh." The woman finally stopped eating the fish but said. "That's the problem too. I think all your father's energy has been poured out to love that girl. How could he still have the energy to drink. Forget it, this prince will give you a little face." After saying this, he picked up his cup and did not mince words before chugging his cup.
Duan Mu Cong was getting embarrassed. He finally managed to swallow his saliva and drink his wine and was about to return to his seat. However, he heard the woman muttering. "Huh? Why are your eyebrows so thin? Was it natural or was it made to look like that after the incident?" As he said this, he patted her on the forehead, "Oh right, they were burned by fire yesterday the day after tomorrow, right?"