The Divine Doctor: The Daughter Of The Frist Wife
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Feng Yu Heng could not break away from Huang Quan, and his own curiosity was piqued. So the two tiptoed and crept while leaning forward. They even make sure to reduce the sound of their breathing. Silently silent, they crept forward, but before they could get close, they were blocked by two imperial guards. One of them lowered his voice like a criminal and asked. "Who is that?"
Feng Yu Heng waved to them. "It's-it's me, county princess Ji An."
Practically everyone in the palace recognized him. Upon seeing that it was Feng Yu Heng who had come, the imperial guard quickly put away his spear, and who had just spoken said. "Daughter, you coming? His Majesty ordered that no one be allowed to disturb the song." he sang to imperial concubine Yun. Just now, Her Majesty the Empress also came and was rejected."
Feng Yu Heng nodded and replied in a criminal tone. “I won't interrupt. I just want to watch the show."
The soldier said. "Good! Princess, heart of heart. You really can't be found out."
Just like this, breaking through this defensive line and bringing Huang Quan a few steps forward. As he exited the small street, he saw the Emperor standing at the entrance. He sang while sticking his neck out. Zhang Yuan stood not far away from him and also sang with all his might. He would even remind the Emperor from time to time. "It wasn't in tune before."
This time, the Emperor did not argue with Zhang Yuan. If it is said that he is out of tune, he will come back and sing it again. It was clear that he did his best to sing the song well. To be honest, this song is pretty weird. It's very hard to understand, and it's like a regional song. Compared to the folk song that Feng Yu Heng had heard in his previous life, this was many times stranger.
Feng Yu Heng silently silently asked Huang Quan. "What song is this?"
Huang Quan shook his head. "I've never heard of it before. Most likely it was something made by His Majesty."
Feng Yu Heng did not believe it, "How could he have time to think about such a thing. Perhaps ... it was something made by Zhang Yuan."
One of the imperial guards behind them heard this and bowed to resolve their doubts. "It used to be that when His Majesty first met imperial concubine Yun outside, this was something that his mother's tribe often sung."
So that's the situation. The emperor continued to sing for a while longer before feeling that his throat was hoarse, so he waved to the eunuch who was taking care of him. "Need water!"
The eunuch quickly brought a tray of tea.
The Emperor could not wait for the servant to take care of him, as he picked up his own teapot and poured some water for himself. He recovered after drinking three glasses. He then poured a cup for Zhang Yuan,
"Quick your thirst. Back then, you couldn't reach that high note."
Zhang Yuan received the cup and downed it. Pouring the second cup for himself, he said. "Your Majesty, if you really feel depressed by this servant, let's stop singing. Say, you've been singing for almost an hour, but there hasn't been any movement in it yet. Come back at a different time!"
"What's the point of going back at a different time? There is no movement now, but if we go back at different times, will there be? Anyway, we believe that he can definitely hear it. Whether he comes out or not is up to him. Whether we sing or not, it's up to us. We have decided that we will stay here. A person's heart is made of flesh. Sooner or later, he'll be moved."
Feng Yu Heng was completely unable to continue watching, but the Emperor blocked the entrance. He can't get in. However, he could not delay the treatment of imperial concubine Yun. What's he supposed to do?
He considered the Winter Moon Palace before him and looked at the palace walls. He then pulled Huang Quan and calmly said. "Retreat!"
The two of them heartily walked around the Winter Moon Palace. Under the supervision of the imperial guards, they finally managed to circle around the Winter Moon Palace, arriving at a relatively quiet place.
Although it was said to be quiet, it was only a place where there were fewer people. They could still hear the Emperor singing, but the volume was much lower. Huang Quan did not understand why they had come to this side. Feng Yu Heng pointed to the high palace walls and asked him. "Can you jump in there?"
Huang Quan was confused. "I can, but why should we jump over walls?"
Feng Yu Heng simply rolled his eyes at him. "The illness of the imperial concubine's mother had to be treated, but the Emperor blocked the entrance. Even if it was a back door, a side door or a supply door, he still had a confidant watching over them! If we want to get in, there's only one way. Jump over the wall."
Huang Quan felt that he was right, but he said a little helplessly. "This servant qinggong is a little worse when compared to Wang Chuan. With such a high wall, if Wang Chuan was here, he could bring the young miss with him, but this servant was unable, he said, but this servant can ride on his own and throw the rope down for the young lady."
"Good." Feng Yu Heng nodded and reached into his sleeve to pull the rope. Huang Quan was already used to his ability to bring out whatever he needed. He didn't even ask. Receiving it, he leaped into the air and used a few footings along the way before arriving at the top of the palace walls.
The rope was thrown down. Although Feng Yu Heng did not possess the outstanding qinggong abilities of the ancient people, he was not much worse than Huang Quan. The rope was there to give him help. He grasped it and smoothly climbed up.
When the two finally sat on the wall, Feng Yu Heng felt puzzled. "Didn't the Winter Moon Palace have many female hidden guards? Why is there no reaction when people jump over walls?"
Right after he said this, he suddenly heard the Emperor singing from the entrance in a loud voice. "Look at the red plum tree sitting on the wall."¹
Feng Yu Heng was trembling in fear. Losing balance, he plunged off the wall.
Note :
A red plum tree sitting on a wall is an idiom that means a wife is having an affair.