Respect him as your father and keep it in your heart

Feng Yuheng had never seen Concubine Yun cry. In her impression, Concubine Yun was either laughing or arrogant, and looked indifferent to anything. She had no big or small relationship with her two sons.

But now, she clearly saw a little bit of crystal flashing light from Concubine Yun looking at Yao Xian. But in just a moment, the stubborn Concubine Yun quickly took back her tears and continued to say to Yao Xian: "Because I remember that when I was leaving, I told me that the person who wanted to marry in this life may not be a powerful person, nor must be handsome, but must treat me very well and be wholehearted. Uncle said that our village is very good, the people are simple, and the hearts are simple, and it is happiest for people to live in that place. You hope I can stay there for the rest of my life.

The village is happy, don’t be deceived by people outside the village like my mother. But... I was really deceived. Not only was I deceived, I also followed him to leave the village. Although the plague was rampant at that time, it was not until I followed him back to his home that I realized that he was the king of a country. He already had wives, concubines and children in his family... It is said that one wife, two concubines, three and four slaves, so I calculated by myself that I could not even rank the fifth brother, and he had so many sons alone."

Concubine Yun's voice was full of loneliness and sarcasm. Facing Yao Xian, she was like a child who did something wrong, afraid and aggrieved. But her words only aroused Yao Xian's sympathy and did not resonate. Yao Xian used the boss's strength to find this paragraph in the original owner's memory. Unfortunately, it failed in the end. There were shadows of memories of living in the mountain village, but no matter how many there were, there was no way to get it. The original owner he inherited was not as perfect as Feng Yuheng. After all, the original owner was already very old when he passed away. In addition, when Feng Yuheng came, his body was only twelve years old. Since the original owner was three or four years old, he could remember it for less than ten years, so it was naturally clear. Yao Xian's original owner treated countless injuries in his life. Concubine Yun's affairs were more than thirty years ago, so it was normal that he could not remember it.

Concubine Yun didn't ask if Yao Xian could remember her. It seemed that Yao Xian's reaction had nothing to do with her. She just wanted to talk and just talk by herself. She would feel better if she said all the words she kept in her heart for so many years.

Fortunately, Yao Xian and Feng Yuheng were both very patient people, and they really wanted to hear the story of Concubine Yun, so the three of them sat in the hall of Lou Yueguan, chatting, drinking tea, eating fruit and snacks, and chatting from noon to evening. Yao Xian finally had a little impression of the past. I vaguely remember that the original owner saved a pregnant woman in a deep mountain decades ago, and when he entered the mountain, he wanted to find some rare herbs. After saving the pregnant woman, he went to the village. The people in the village were very enthusiastic. He stayed for several years. It was during those years that he developed many special herbs.

But after all, it was still the same sentence. In Yao's memory, the memory of Concubine Yun and his daughter was very shallow, which also made Yao Xian know that the original owner in the past was actually a person with weak feelings. He devoted himself to medicine. Saving lives and helping the wounded was just his job and a professional behavior. But he did not have a deep memory of who the person was saved. Even in those years, he was indifferent to the Yao family. He left the Yao family alone in the mountains and was in the capital. To count, the original owner's youngest son should not be too young at that time.

But that was a thing of the past after all. Yao Xian couldn't remember it now, and Concubine Yun didn't expect him to have much memory of him. She was still peaceful. She just said a lot of scenes. With Feng Yuheng in the middle, the atmosphere was much better than when she first came in.

Feng Yuheng and Yao Xian left the palace in the evening. When they left, Concubine Yun looked relaxed and fulfilling her wish was always a good thing. Yao Xian's neither close nor alienated also made her unload a lot of burdens. Later she thought that this ending was actually the best. She remembered that he also had an impression, neither far nor close nor alienated. In addition, with Ah Heng now, there was another connection between the two, and this feeling was very good. No matter what, it was enough for her to respect him as her father and keep it in her heart.

Feng Yuheng still cleverly used the space to take Yao Xian out of the palace until he returned to the princess's mansion and entered his room. Then he shut down everyone away and he also flashed into the space.

At that time, Yao Xian was walking between the medicine cabinet on the first floor. When he saw Feng Yuheng coming in, he quickly said, "When I was in the palace just now, I recalled Yao Xian's previous memories and found that when he went to the village, he wanted to find several rare medicinal materials, and the direction of his development was also aimed at anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving special medicines. Unfortunately, the medicine he finally developed has been a great improvement in this era, but compared with the Western medicines in later generations, it is useless."

Feng Yuheng nodded, "Yes, although the medicine of this era cannot be said to be very backward, it is still too simple if compared with later generations. Whether it is medicine or technique, including the doctor's concept, it needs to be improved. Few people can think of studying the prototype of surgical operations like Song Kang, but when it comes to this, Song Kang was inspired by a tribe's natives."

"Aheng." Yao Xian looked at her seriously: "I know you have the idea of ​​popularizing advanced medical knowledge in this life, but have you ever thought about it? How difficult it would be? Not to mention that these medicines are definitely not possible with your and my strength. The only way is to take them out of this space. But once the medicines are out of this space, they have a shelf life. The world is so big, it's okay to just take care of Baicaotang in the capital. Once there are too many divisions, it's a problem for you to replenish the goods. Aheng, even if it's beautiful, it has to be realistic."

"I know." Feng Yuheng nodded, physically and mentally exhausted, "I have thought that there are many difficulties, but I am always unwilling to give up if I don't try it. Grandpa, what did you say that God arranged for us to come to this place for? It is impossible for everyone to die, and there will be another arrangement. Moreover, this Dashun Dynasty does not exist in the history we know. It is like coming out of thin air. Sometimes I always wonder whether all this is true? If Dashun does not exist in history, time and space, then what am I?" She said a little excitedly. This is an idea that has always existed in her mind, but she never dared to say it. Sometimes even if she suspected that all this was an illusion and an illusion, she dared not really say it, for fear that some things would be destroyed by touch. But here, there are too many existences she favors.

"This is too much thought." Yao Xian told her, "It is not that the history we know is the real history. Historians are just speculations and conjectures based on the traces left by an era. The so-called Xia, Shang, Western Zhou, and the Spring, Autumn and Warring States Periods, which one was experienced by later generations? They are historians, not gods, they also have wrong theories and misunderstandings. It is not that they did not say it, it means that there is no existence. Similarly, it is not that we do not know it, it means nothingness."

"Grandpa means that the Dashun Dynasty still exists in history? But historians in later generations have not discovered it yet?" She frowned and thought about it, but shook her head again. "It shouldn't be that the prosperity of Dashun was not the period of Xia, Shang and Western Zhou dynasties. It must be... very close to the Tang and Song dynasties. Sometimes I even feel that its civilization has reached the level of the Ming dynasty. How could historians not find out a trace of history that is close to the footsteps of later generations?"

"That's another possibility." Yao Xian said again: "There is another situation called 'parallel space'. Different spaces live in different characters in the same time and in parallel time. Because of parallelism, it is impossible to meet each other. We live our lives and they live their lives. We could never know the existence of each other, but we accidentally shuttled through the parallel point in a death and reached the other side. Children, grandpa said this, can you understand?"

It was a very strange statement, but Feng Yuheng understood it. After all, she came from the 21st century and had reached that era of technology. What is it that cannot be said? So she nodded and said nothing more. She still asked the class to leave and sent Yao Xian back to the Yao family. However, Yao Xian said to her before leaving: "You are right to do this. Grandpa shares hardships with you, but the Yao family is not our real relatives after all. Take care of your child."

The first snow of the year did not fall until mid-November, and it was very heavy, and the thick snow on the streets had lost its uppers. People were speculating whether the winter disaster would occur that year. Fortunately, the snow only stopped until it fell like this and did not continue.

Feng Yuheng took Wangchuan Huangquan on the street, looked at several shops, and then walked aimlessly. Huangquan said that she was thinking of His Royal Highness Ninth. Feng Yuheng was stubborn and refused to admit it, but he was thinking about it. Why did he not even send a letter back after so long?

As the three of them walked, they actually walked to the door of An's embroidery shop. Looking around, the shop was very lively. There were many people buying embroidery pieces, and some people picked up the goods, and they walked out with big and small bags. Huang Quan said: "Aunt An's shop is open vigorously, and she and the third lady can live better."

Wangchuan also whispered: "Yes! I heard that under Feng Fandai's instigation, the fifth prince reduced the pocket money for the Feng family by half, and even Feng Jinyuan alone could barely support the expenses, let alone the cost of the third lady and Aunt An. Fortunately, they have their own shops and do not expect others to support them."

"I want me to tell you that Feng Jinyuan deserves it." Huang Quan agreed with Fan Dai's approach this time. "It's just a powerful character like Feng Fan Dai to clean up him, or be a father, so how can he be a father? When King Lian came to our Princess's Mansion last time, he didn't say that Feng Jinyuan learned to climb the wall. Once, he went straight from the wall of Feng Mansion to the side of Lian Mansion, and his arms were bleeding. Later, Feng Fan Dai didn't even invite a doctor, so he made him stand so hard. I heard that he had been howling in the mansion for several days before he stopped the pain."
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