Yuan Guiren couldn't understand why the Lu family could bring Feng Yuheng as an assistant. She originally thought that the Lu family had been exhausted. In addition, she also heard about some things about the previous dynasty. The emperor was always lukewarm with the Lu family. Although he was the left prime minister, Lu Song did not make much achievements in the government affairs. In addition, he had been in office for less than a year, so his status and power in the court were far inferior to Feng Jinyuan, who had been in the position of left prime minister for many years. She originally wanted to give up the Lu family's pawn, but she did not expect such a strange thing to happen.

Yuan Guiren asked Yuexiu: "Did you send the letters and portraits I sent over the last time in Biannan as I told you?"

When Yuexiu heard this, she was a little anxious and knelt on the ground: "Empress, please understand! I don't dare to deceive the Empress at all. Everything is delivered as it is. We absolutely believe the sender. It was written by Your Highness before, and there is no mistake in this matter."

Yuan Guiren reached out to help her and scolded, "Get up and talk. There are many people coming and going here. Let's talk while walking. Don't call me Empress, I'm no longer Empress."

Yue Xiu felt uncomfortable and said helplessly: "I have been used to calling the queen for so many years, but now I have to change it back to the little master. Isn't it in vain for so many years you have entered the palace?"

Yuan Guiren snorted coldly, "It's not in vain. I still have Mo'er. I can endure the grievances now. As long as Mo'er ascends the throne one day, what are these things?"

Yuexiu nodded, "Yes, master, you'll think so. As long as the Eighth Highness doesn't fall, we still have hope."

The two of them walked back to the tent while talking, but they still couldn't think of the letters that had been passed to the Eighth Prince, so they had to give up for the time being.

However, Feng Yuheng did not return to her tent. She walked halfway and took two girls to the tent of Emperor Tianwu. The two had just performed a show on the hunting ground. Now that the curtain call is over, she should show her face and make a decision with her.

Sure enough, when Feng Yuheng arrived, he was hearing Tianwu say to Zhang Yuan: "Look, I just said that Ah Heng will definitely come. I'm here as he talks."

Zhang Yuan glared at him, then smiled at Feng Yuheng and said, "Prince, you are here, the emperor has been talking about you for a long time."

"Aheng is also thinking about his father. I just got some good tea, so I'm busy delivering it to his father." Feng Yuheng smiled and gave him a gift to Tianwu, and was given a seat. The palace servant brought the tea to him. Then she saw Zhang Yuan sending out all the extra people in the tent. She then reached into her sleeve and took a can of Biluochunlai from the space: "I think the tea I sent to the palace to my father last time was almost drunk. Aheng brought another can, and the father turned around and tasted it."

Zhang Yuan stepped forward and took the tea jar. He looked at the strange words on his head and said to himself: "This word is different from the last time I sent to the palace. Is it a few of them? The three words in the middle are pronounced Biluochun, right?" The three characters Biluochun are the same in traditional Chinese and simplified Chinese. Zhang Yuan naturally recognized that he had learned a little from the right to the left and followed Tianwu to Feng Yuheng. It is not too awkward to read. But he couldn't recognize some of the simplified words, but he could guess seven or eight out of ten. "It seems that this Persian word is not much different from our Dashun." He muttered himself, and while saying that, he showed the tea jar to Tianwu.

Feng Yuheng quickly explained to Zhang Yuan and Tianwu: "This kind of text was created by my Master Si. He lived in Dashun for many years, and then combined with Dashun's words, he created a simple set of words. It is not real Persian. Real Persian is still very different from ours. Even if we can't understand what they say." She sighed in her heart as she said, "As a lie, it's true that ten lies are used to fulfill it. She said that "Persian Master" back then, but now she has to talk about things. It's also a brain job."

Speaking of which, Dashun also has tea, but most of them are fried tea. The advanced method of making and drying tea has not been mastered in this era, so the fried tea still needs to be cooked, and the cooked tea is quite rich, so that the original aroma of the tea has been severely damaged, and the smell after entering the mouth is very poor, which is probably no longer a pleasure.

Of course, this is also for those like Feng Yuheng who are used to drinking good tea in later generations. For people of this era, the tea that royal nobles can drink is already the best, and they do not think it is a torture. However, since Feng Yuheng could not bear the smell of Dashun and began to take out the tea from the space to improve the taste for Emperor Tianwu and the people she was close to, Emperor Tianwu began to unable to accept the original fried tea.

"It's different from last time." Tianwu said while studying, "Ah Heng, you're still caring! The jar of tea last time was only one bottom left. Xiao Yuanzi said that he could make it twice at most, so he was not willing to bring it with him. But I have benefited from that tea, and I'm not going to have it anymore? Is this Biluochun delicious? What's the name of last time... Longjing, yes, which one is better from Longjing?"

Feng Yuheng smiled and told him: "The two are the best teas. The preparation method is very different from that of Dashun. It also does not require cooking, just brew it with less hot water. As for the taste, the Longjing that the father drank last time, its aroma was similar to orchid bean fragrance, while the aroma of Biluochun was closer to the aroma of tea and fruit. Of course, there is also a kind of Biluochun tea that is close to the aroma of chestnut fragrance, but Aheng really doesn't have that kind of tea. As for which one is better, it depends on your taste, or you like both of them. It's good to change it on weekdays."

As she spoke, Zhang Yuan had already ordered someone to brew it. Tianwu was so happy that he was not at all implicit. He laughed and praised Feng Yuheng while laughing: "Lao Jiu always said that he met you in the mountains. According to my opinion, you are simply the fairy he picked up from the mountains! Since I drank the tea you sent, I don't want to touch the best teas in the palace anymore, and I can't even get the mouth."

Feng Yuheng nodded and said unambiguously: "It's true that I can't eat it. I'm used to drinking the tea given by my master in the northwest. When I come back to Beijing and drink the cooked ones, I almost vomited in the first bite!"

The two discussed the tea leaves, and Tianwu tasted the newly brewed Biluochun from the palace man. As expected, as Feng Yuheng said, the fragrance was different, but he must be better than Longjing. He hesitated and felt that both were good, and that they could not be better. So he agreed with Feng Yuheng's second statement: "It's better to drink them in a different way, I like both."

Feng Yuheng knew that it was the result, so he smiled and said, "When I waited, Ah Heng would send some Longjing to my father to the palace." She also picked up the tea bowl and drank it down, and finally talked about today's theme - "Father, has the father really thought about the marriage between the Eighth Highness and Miss Lu's family?"

Tianwu ignored her, held the tea bowl and took a few big sips, and then ordered Zhang Yuan to go on, so he made a free time to discuss with Feng Yuheng: "I have no idea or not. I have too many sons, and I don't even calm down, and even their mother's wife. Since this marriage was chosen by his mother himself, I will do it once, it's no big deal."

Feng Yuheng reminded him: "But the father clearly knew that the daughter of the Lu family was not chosen by Concubine Yuan, but it was just the result of His Royal Highness Jiu's sneak attack. The one who Concubine Yuan really chose was Fu Ya in the Yao family's villa."

"Isn't that better?" Tianwu shrugged and said, "I believe that Ming'er has his own reasons for doing things. He robbed the letters and portraits of Concubine Yuan halfway, and immediately let the people around him imitate handwriting and change the name inside to the daughter of the Lu family. Why didn't he change it to someone else? This means that Ming'er thinks it is more interesting to change it to the Lu family and can cause a powerful blow to them. Therefore, I have to help him."

Feng Yuheng had to sigh that whether it was the Tian family or the ordinary family, it was inevitable that he would be biased when he had too many children. But as an emperor, it was strange that he could turn one of his sons to this position. However, she did not think that Emperor Tianwu was wrong in doing this. After all, over the years, she had also understood the temperament of these princes. Even if the little contact with Lao Liu and Lao Ba, she was not completely unheard of. Just saying that Lao Ba was able to quell the rebellion of Bian Nan, which means he had the ability, but he formed a clique there for personal gain and set up a small court in Bian Nan. In addition, there was a biological mother like Yuan Guiren in the palace. Such a person could not bear the overall situation. For the country, the weight was not enough.

On the contrary, although Xuan Tianming is willful and arbitrary in daily life, he is never vague in national affairs, not to seek personal gain, let alone a person behind him. Emperor Tianwu is not a fool. Even if she is careful to hide it on weekdays, Emperor Tianwu always has his own way to carefully examine the queen of the next generation of kings he chose. Feng Yuheng believes that although Tianwu doesn't know much about her, it is enough to understand that with her around Xuan Tianming, she will be the greatest help to Dashun. Therefore, in the matter of the throne, the emperor has long stopped doing it. Similarly, all the sons who covet the throne are messes that he wants to do everything possible to help Xuan Tianming settle.

"Aheng admires the patriotism and love for your son," she said sincerely: "Your Highness Nine can have a father like you, and the Dashun Dynasty can have a king like you, which is better than thousands of troops."

"Oh!" Tianwu waved his hand, "If Lao Jiu has a wife like you, it would be better than a thousand troops." Sure enough, he knew more about Feng Yuheng's little secrets. "It's just that I'm too late to meet Lao Jiu's mother, otherwise I won't marry the eight in the first place. If there are too many wives, I'll make a fuss!"

At the side, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but sigh when he heard this, "What a pity! The royal family always has to spread its branches and leaves. This is the rule of his ancestors."

In the tent, several people were talking when they heard the sudden panic outside sounding anxiously. Soon, the curtain was lifted open, and the person rushing in was the eldest prince Xuan Tianqi.

Tianwu was stunned. The eldest prince was never so unruly. Now that he rushed in, there was nothing big happened!
Chapter completed!