Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife Chapter 92: It depends on your fate

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In the Qiankun Hall of the palace, Emperor Tianwu was holding a file and was asking Qin Tianjian who was kneeling in front of him: "Didn't we say that the Phoenix star was coming to this world earlier? What is the direction of the star now?"

The prison officer replied solemnly: "The phoenix star has entered the capital. The star is getting brighter and is moving steadily in the phoenix orbit. If there is no change within ten years, you can... enter the main position."

Jian Zheng’s voice faded as he said that the new Fengxing entering the main position meant that the original Fengxing had to give up his position. But the phoenix corresponding to this new phoenix star is not the current Tianwu Emperor, but the new master.

The new king ascended the throne, and the old emperor... passed away.

Emperor Tianwu nodded, "Birth, old age, illness and death are the cycles of life. I am not afraid of death. I just want to give the child a few more years to pave a smooth road for that child... You can go down."

"Yes." Ruantian Supervisor is retreating respectfully.

Emperor Tianwu put down the file in his hand and murmured to himself: "Ming'er, I don't know if the girl you chose is capable. If a Feng family member can harm her, it won't be a big deal. ”

Suddenly there was a gust of wind. Emperor Tianwu waved his hand and retreated to the palace. Until he was the only one left in the Qiankun Hall, a figure suddenly appeared in the hall.

"Your Majesty." The man knelt down on one knee and reported: "Prime Minister Feng has entered Prince Xiang's Mansion."

Emperor Tianwu frowned and said angrily, "You ungrateful thing! Having a Ming'er is not enough. Do you really want his eldest daughter to ascend to the throne? Humph! I want to see the third child he chose. How promising is it!"

With another wave of his hand, the secret guard disappeared.

"Come here!" Emperor Tianwu stood up, "Show me in Yuehan Palace!"

This was the thirty-sixth time Emperor Tianwu went to Yuehan Palace this year. He remembered it clearly every time. Every time he came back, he would mark such a mark on the pillars of the Showa Palace.

On the way, Emperor Tianwu was riding in a sedan chair, holding his head with his hands, and asked the **** Zhang Yuan beside him: "Do you think Concubine Yun will see me this time?"

Zhang Yuan wiped the cold sweat that suddenly broke out on his forehead and replied: "Your Majesty, it depends on your fate!"

Bah!

Emperor Tianwu slapped Zhang Yuan on the head: "You are getting more and more courageous! Can't you hope that I will be better?"

Zhang Yuan was very aggrieved: "How can I not hope for the Emperor's good! I wish that the door of Yuehan Palace would be open to the Emperor every day. But it's not like you don't know the temperament of Concubine Yun, after all these years, Has she ever opened the door for you?"

"What if an exception is made this time?"

"So the slave said it depends on fate!" Zhang Yuan said while counting with his fingers: "You have already drawn seven pillars in Showa Hall, and now you are marking the eighth one. It's already autumn. , I think it’s almost full..."

Bah!

Another slap in the face.

Zhang Yuan held his head and said: "Your Majesty, if you beat the slaves stupid, there will be no capable people to serve you."

"Then I will call Zhang Guang back!"

"Oh Your Majesty! If you want to call the slave's master back, then there will be no one to serve His Highness the Ninth Prince."

Tianwu snorted and glared at Zhang Yuan, "Then I'll keep you for a few more days. When I'm too old to go to court one day, I'll see what use you have."

Zhang Yuan was so smart that he quickly expressed his position: "Anyway, no matter where you are, Your Majesty, my servant will follow you."

Tianwu was rarely coaxed into smiling by this servant, but when the sedan approached Yuehan Palace, his expression darkened again.

"Why don't I go?" Tianwu began to hesitate.

I guess Zhang Yuan had long been accustomed to Tianwu’s troubles, so he didn’t even call him to stop the sedan, but just advised him out of habit: “Try it, just in case you let him in.”

Tianwu nodded, "Then give it a try."

But facts have proven that there is no such thing as a chance. The door of Yuehan Palace has been closed tightly for many years. No matter how many times Zhang Yuan came forward and called, the little palace maid inside only answered one sentence: "Concubine Yun said that she will not see the emperor."

Zhang Yuan had no choice but to step back and show his hands to the emperor: "Your Majesty, we have another pillar on the Zhaohe Hall pillar."

Tianwu was not discouraged, and directed the powerful **** carrying the sedan: "Go to the west! Go around to the end of the viewing platform."

Eunuch Dali carried the sedan chair and walked towards the viewing platform. There was a small door there. Tianwu remembered that there were several times when no one was guarding here. If he could be more careful in his movements, he would not disturb Yuehan. The secret guard of the palace can enter.

He got off the sedan in front of the small door, backed away from everyone, and walked towards the door alone. Sure enough, there was no one guarding him today. Tianwu was delighted and was about to open the door and enter, but suddenly a figure in white floated out from inside.

He took a few steps back and darkened his face.

"Hmph! Do you know who you are stopping?"

The figure in white stood still. She was actually a cold-faced woman, holding a sword in her hand and looking at Emperor Tianwu expressionlessly.

"Your Majesty."

"Since you know that I am the emperor, how dare you stop me?"

"Please make atonement, Your Majesty. I will only obey Concubine Yun. If the Emperor forces his way in, he will have no choice but to step on my corpse."

Tianwu was defeated.

It's not that he can't force his way in, he is confident that his secret guards are much stronger than these girls in Yuehan Palace. But he also knew that once he broke in, Concubine Yun would not just miss him. He can bear to be separated from his beloved forever, but he cannot bear to be an enemy of him. In his life, he had galloped on the battlefield and traversed the world. He could decide the world with one word and control the country with one stroke, but he could not control one concubine Yun.

"That's all." He waved his hand and sat back on the sedan chair tiredly, "Tell Concubine Yun that she should take care of herself. Now that the weather is getting colder, don't stand on the viewing platform all the time if you have nothing to do. Always eat something cold. If one day she figures it out and wants to see me, even if I have reached the grave, I will definitely get up again for her." After saying this, Emperor Tianwu, who was still in high spirits, suddenly looked like a I am ten years older, and time is rushing over me, showing my age.

"Your Majesty." Seeing that Tianwu was about to leave, the female secret guard in white called him, and then said: "The queen has something to say, and I will bring it to you."

"Oh?" Tianwu's energy suddenly recovered, he leaned forward and asked urgently: "What does she want to tell me?"

The woman in white replied: "The empress said that His Highness Ninth Prince has good vision, but she can only help so much."

Tianwu was stunned for a moment, and then said in a daze: "So you are not talking to me." Loneliness filled his heart again, he raised his hand, and the sedan chair turned around. "Go back and tell your empress that as long as she is happy, you can do anything you want from me. I will take good care of Ming'er, including that girl."

After saying that, the sedan chair moved forward, and within a short time, it left the confines of Yuehan Palace.

Zhang Yuan didn't speak again along the way. He knew that what the emperor needed at this time was silence, and this silence would last until tomorrow morning before normalcy could be restored.

Half an hour later, Xinlan Palace

The imperial concubine Bu Baiping was spooning spices into the stove one by one. The spices were made from unknown ingredients. The smell always made people immersed in pleasure. After a few times, they became addicted.

Beside her, there was an **** who was reporting respectfully: "The emperor went to Yuehan Palace again, but Concubine Yun still hasn't been seen."

Bu Baiping shrugged and smiled, "Our emperor just likes those grapes that he can't eat. Concubine Yun has figured out his temper, and she has managed to stay away from him for so many years."

The **** also followed: "Your Majesty has been waiting for so many years, and now it seems that Concubine Yun will not have a good life for a few more years."

"Humph!" Bu Baiping suddenly groaned and threw the entire box of spices in his hand into the stove. In an instant, the aroma filled the sky, making people dizzy.

A young palace maid hurriedly packed the incense burner, and Bu Baiping walked back to the bedroom step by step and sat down in front of the couch. "Will she have a hard life? After more than seven years, the emperor is still devoted to her. This harem is almost becoming a cold palace. Concubine Yun has not seen him for seven years, and he has not entered the harem for seven years. This is... Keep yourself clean for Concubine Yun!"

That morning, Feng Yuheng got up very early, changed into neat and close-fitting clothes, put on a pair of soft-soled cloth shoes, and started running around Fengshengxuan.

Wangchuan followed her all the way, and asked her strangely as he ran, "Miss, can't you sleep?" He looked up at the sky while asking, "It's just dawn."

Feng Yuheng told her: "I will go out for a run at this time from now on. I will run five times around Tongshengxuan, and then do a series of gravity training. I want to quickly exercise my muscles and bones."

Wangchuan looked at such a big Tongsheng Pavilion and sighed, five laps! The second young lady is running to death. But thinking about it again, the original intention was good. It is not a bad thing to strengthen the body. The second young lady is already good at martial arts. If she can improve her internal strength, she will be one point better when facing life and death crises in the future. grasp.

So he stopped persuading and just told Feng Yuheng: "From now on, I will practice with the young lady every day."

Feng Yuheng did not refuse, it is always good to practice more. While running, he thought about Zi Rui again, and couldn't help but ask Wangchuan, "When did Huang Quan train Zi Rui?"

Wangchuan replied: "I got up half an hour earlier than you."

"Uh..." She was a little worried, "Can Zirui get up?"

"Every day, the second young master takes the initiative to wake up Huang Quan. The one who can't get up is Huang Quan..."

Well, Feng Yuheng was proud of Zirui's progress.

"What does the gravity training Miss refer to?" Wangchuan didn't quite understand the terms Feng Yuheng said.

Feng Yuheng did not give a direct answer to this question. After running one lap, two sandbags appeared from nowhere and were tied to her legs. The next four laps became running with sandbags.

After the five rounds, she conjured up two strange ropes from nowhere, tied them to the tree, and pulled them back and forth alternately with both hands.

Then, he picked up a big stone from the forest, held it in his hand, and raised it two hundred times with one arm, alternating his hands.

Frog jumps, sit-ups, abdominal push-ups...

After a series of strange actions, Wangchuan finally understood her young lady’s training plan.

For a full hour, which is two hours in modern time, Feng Yuheng completed the morning training and told Wangchuan: "The same training will be done again in the evening, every day. In addition, breakfast I only eat boiled eggs, and I have beef for lunch and dinner, the lean kind, you know?"

Wangchuan nodded while wiping his sweat, "I will go and give instructions to the kitchen now." Then he turned to leave, and saw Feng Xiangrong walking towards the courtyard entrance with a girl, "Hey, here comes the third lady. ”