Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife Chapter 576: Dumplings

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The fire on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, the day of Duanmu An’s birthday banquet, became an unforgettable memory for Songzhou people. Especially for the people of the Duanmu family, it was a disaster, a shame, and also a fear and hidden danger buried deep in their hearts.

Lian Wang brought the topic to the fire, and Duanmu Cong's expression changed immediately. The fingers holding the wine cup suddenly closed, his arms trembled slightly, and even his eyes were on fire. He gritted his teeth and said: "This revenge, Duanmu The family must be repaid!"

Prince Lian burst into laughter, "Retribution?" She shook her finger, "I'm afraid I can't get revenge! I came here and heard that the fire was set by the princess of Dashun. How old is this little girl? In the end, all the people in your palace failed to capture her. Instead, she was killed by half of the troops. With this little ability, you still want to take revenge?"

In the art of conversation, you are afraid of exposing your shortcomings. You can talk about it as long as you want. If you can expose your shortcomings, people won’t like to hear them. However, this Lotus King did not take the ordinary path. He specifically picked out the shortcomings and pain points of the Duanmu family and poked them in one eye. That's an accurate name!

Duanmu Cong was so angry with her that he almost went crazy. He could finally stay awake, but he also lost most of his reasoning. People who didn't dare to provoke the Lotus King now began to confront him, exposing his shortcomings? He will also - "Hmph! Qianzhou sent the sharpshooters to Dashun to kidnap the princess's younger brother, hoping to threaten the princess. What happened? Instead of risking the lives of all the Jingwei and sharpshooters, he just Did you save a finger from that child? Let’s give a half a pound to an eighty ounce, no one should laugh at anyone else.”

Lian Wang hid his mouth and smiled, and said for a long time: "They are a bunch of stupid people, but they want to compete with Dashun, who has a foundation of hundreds of years. If they don't suffer a few losses, how can they remember the lesson? What's more, there are injustices. The debt is owned by the owner, and I have no ability to fight with the Ninth Prince and Princess Ji'an, but I have no hope of attacking a child."

"His Royal Highness King Lian is very generous." Duanmu Anguo heard the conversation and interjected, "Has Your Highness forgotten how Princess Ji'an treated Princess Rujia of Qianzhou?"

Lian Wang raised his eyebrows and looked at him, and said very puzzledly: "Ru Jia is the imperial brother's niece, and she is not my king's. Why should I worry about it? Besides, even Kang Yi with Ru Jia's temper would dare to By the way, she obviously wanted her daughter to die. Her own mother wants her life, how can I control it."

Duanmu Anguo looked at King Lian for a while and said nothing. Duanmu Cong added, "In my opinion, Qian Zhou only wants one finger of Princess Ji'an's brother, which is too cheap for him. He should chop that kid into pieces and make dumpling fillings."

Lian Wang grinned, looking disgusted but surprised: "It turns out that the son of Lord Tutong likes to eat these kinds of human flesh dumplings? How dare you? The people who were burned to death in the Tutong Mansion just chopped them up. I’ll give you the choppa. It’s also roasted, so it tastes even better.”

Duan Muqing deeply understood what it felt like to speak harshly but not on the same level. He returned to his seat in frustration, secretly determined never to say another word to King Lian again.

At a quarter of noon, the man who went to the Fu family to deliver money and then to Xianzi Pavilion to pick up the portrait came back, knelt down in front of Duanmu Anguo and reported back: "I went to the Fu family and found out that there is indeed a daughter named Fu Ya, and was selected during the recruitment of the Hall of Fantasy." He said, holding the three scrolls in his hand above his head, "This is a portrait stored in the Xianzi Pavilion, please take a look."

Duanmu Anguo nodded and motioned to his servants to bring over the portrait. Feng Yuheng raised her head, as if she intended to expose her true appearance so that Duanmu Anguo could see clearly.

The three portraits were opened by three servants and displayed in front of Duanmu Anguo. The girl in the painting had a plain and natural expression, neither smiling nor sad, as if everything had nothing to do with it. It's beautiful, but it's not that kind of bright and delicate beauty. It's like an ice flower, with frost in its bones.

He turned his head again to look at Feng Yuheng standing behind King Lian. He had almost the same appearance, but was a little more agile and lively than in the portrait. But this is the most fundamental difference between the real person and the portrait, and there is nothing abnormal about it.

Duanmu Anguo raised his eyebrows. Although the girl was indeed Fu Ya from the portrait, why did he look like the one who set the fire that day? He asked the guard who came back from an errand: "Is this portrait really stored in Xianzi Pavilion?"

The guard nodded: "Yes, it is the portrait of the Fu family girl painted by Xianzi Pavilion within three years. My subordinates watched the painters take it down from the attic with their own eyes, and the date is still marked on it."

Duanmu Anguo glanced at the date and stopped asking. He could see that this portrait was really accurate. If it were a current painting, the ink marks would not look like this. Could it be that he is being too preoccupied?

With such doubts, the Hundred Family Banquet lasted until less than three minutes later. When Duanmu Anguo finally announced that the banquet was over, Feng Yuheng reached out and poked Lian Wang who had fallen asleep on the table. Frowning, he called her: "Hey, wake up."

The two maids carrying the ice lanterns looked at her for a while and didn't say anything. One of them held the ice lantern close to the Lotus King, and the cold air and the scent of incense from the lanterns instantly melted the lotus. The king woke up.

The woman took two deep breaths, stretched out comfortably, then stood up, ignored Duanmu Anguo, pulled Feng Yuheng and walked out of the venue.

Since Duanmu Anguo expressed his submission to Qian Zhou, Qian Zhou set up a post house in Songzhou. This time when King Lotus came to visit, he stayed in Qian Zhou's post house.

Feng Yuheng returned to the post house with King Lian. Before leaving the Winter Palace, she didn't see Ban leave again. She didn't know whether it was because of the change of guard or because the guy had found a new job. Feng Yuheng thought that Ban Zou should know all her experiences in the Winter Palace. So, at this moment, in a dark place around her, is Ban Zou hiding there? Just like before, being her shadow?

"This cloak was touched by Duanmu Anguo just now and was taken to be burned." After King Lian entered the post house, he took off his cloak and threw it to the servants, "That old man Duanmu Anguo There is a smell on my body, and it smells disgusting."

Feng Yuheng deeply believed in this statement.

A room was allocated to her in the post house, and King Lotus did not mention what she was asked to do on weekdays. It seemed that the treatment was different from that of ordinary servants.

After Feng Yuheng returned to the house, she lay down on the bed and closed her eyes to rest. Yesterday, she had an urgent training in the hall and almost didn't sleep all night. In addition, she has been busy these days, so she is really sleepy now.

Unfortunately, after squinting for a while and no one fell asleep, I heard a slight noise at the door, and then someone sneaked in. Although the footsteps were as low as possible, they were still very loud in Feng Yuheng's ears.

She sighed softly and said helplessly: "I really can't even get a good night's sleep!" After saying that, she sat up in a hurry.

The person who came in was frightened half to death by her sudden words. He exclaimed, covered his heart and kept shouting: "I'm scared to death. I'm scared to death."

Feng Yuheng rolled her eyes, "Your Highness, King Lotus, what can I do for you?"

"Oh, it's not fun at all." The person who came was none other than the Lotus King. This person seemed to like red clothes very much. Although the clothes had obviously been changed, they were still dazzling red, which contrasted with her pale skin. His face looked very abrupt. "Are you just going to pretend that you will die?" As he said this, he took a sip of the red date tea in his hand, and then handed it to Feng Yuheng: "You should try it too, it's delicious. It replenishes qi and blood and nourishes the skin."

Feng Yuheng shook her head, "I'm still young and don't need this thing." She has a good impression of King Lotus, and it's not just a little bit, but she must control the spread of this good feeling and the increase in her favorability, because the other party is She was from Qianzhou, and she was also from the Qianzhou royal family. She had a big feud with the Qianzhou royal family. In this life, she had no intention of letting go of a person named Feng and the lackeys raised by those named Feng.

Feng Yuheng stepped back, not wanting to get too close to the Lotus King. Although they were both women, the femininity in his bones still made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Lian Wang was not unhappy when he arrived. He just said to her in a self-conscious manner: "I asked someone to prepare food for you. You must be tired and hungry after standing in the winter palace for a day. That Duanmu Anguo You old man, he knows how to play with all those useless things, he can sing and dance for so long, he’s so annoying.”

Feng Yuheng did not accept her kindness, "I'm not hungry, I'm very full."

"Yes?" King Lotus was puzzled, "When did you eat it?"

"While you were sleeping at the Baijia Banquet, I finished eating your fish." Feng Yuheng told the truth, the fish was really delicious, and she still has endless aftertaste to this day.

The Lotus King opened his mouth wide and looked at Feng Yuheng with an expression of admiration: "I'm sorry, you are so good! How dare you eat your own master's fish in front of so many people. But, hey! Tell me, how does that old man Duanmu Anguo look when you eat fish?"

Feng Yuheng carefully recalled Duanmu Anguo's expression at that time, but after a while she shook her head: "I can't remember. I was just eating and didn't look at him at all."

Lian Wang was a little disappointed, "Oh, you must have missed the most exciting expression of the year. Let me tell you, Duanmu Anguo pays more attention to these fish than a living person. You didn't look at those two fish Did he look like that when it was served? Really, you should have taken a second look at that time, or woke me up. It was a very satisfying thing to watch that old man eating poorly."

Feng Yuheng was puzzled, "What is the grudge between you and Duanmu Anguo? Also, why did you want me to come here? Aren't you afraid that I am a bad person?"

Lian Wang waved his hand, "How can there be so many bad people in the world for me to deal with? If you don't look like it to me, then you definitely are not. As for my feud with Duanmu Anguo, hum!" She said with a look on her face. When it condenses, in the blink of an eye, the face that was still smiling before is suddenly covered with thousands of years of frost, just like a person turning into a ghost or a monster, just like the most terrifying part of the ghost stories handed down by the Chinese nation for five thousand years. The kind of transformation makes people shudder just by looking at it.

Even Feng Yuheng shivered and asked tentatively: "What's wrong with you?"