Chapter 180： Say pro (two more)

Chapter 180 Saying Pro (Second)

Yuan Zhe's face stiffened, he was speechless, and was blocked by Fengyang so he couldn't speak.

Everyone around    also fell silent.

These words cannot be said by others, and even if they are said, they have no such thunderous weight.

Fengyang is older, of high seniority, and has great power. He is also the eldest daughter of Taizu, and has always been favored by Taizu.

When Taizu was alive, he always brought this eldest daughter with him, whether he was on the battlefield or visiting privately in a private service. Even if Feng Yang didn't marry for life, Taizu would let her be his own way.

Taizu often said: My Fengyang has the qualifications to do whatever he wants.

This "qualification" not only means that Taizu is willing to support his daughter, but also because Fengyang has the ability to far surpass that of a man.

Empress Dowager Yuan's face tensed a bit, the corners of her lips trembled violently, and her face was somewhat sluggish.

Even though Yuan Zhe has never served in the DPRK, he is still her nephew and the future heir of their Yuan family. Fengyang trampling Yuan Zhe to the ground like this in public is simply a provocation and insult to their Yuan family!

Empress Dowager Yuan calmed down, her neatly trimmed fingers rubbed the edge of her sleeve, and said lightly, "Sister Huang, that's not what you said..."

However, when Feng Yang's sharp eyes shot straight at him, the Queen Mother Yuan's lips trembled, and her aura was weakened by three points.

She even felt a slight pain in her shoulders, recalling the whip Fengyang hit her twenty years ago.

At this moment, the Empress Dowager Yuan couldn't help but recall the helpless voice of the late emperor: "Ayan, Huangjie is so angry, when she is very angry, even her father and emperor have to coax her, and I have been swayed by her since I was a child...cough, Huangjie is like Xianyun Yehe, you can't enter the palace twice a year, so you can just avoid her in the future."

Empress Dowager Yuan's eyes showed a thick haze, and even the hands in her sleeves were trembling almost invisible, and the surging anger was about to come out.

Fengyang waved his sleeves casually, and a calm voice resounded through the painting boat: "This book is not very good, change it."

The surroundings were quiet for a moment, and the air condensed.

The storyteller on the first floor also heard it, of course, and quickly closed his mouth, his face paled slightly, and he described the allegro in his hand tightly.

In the dead silence, Fengyang continued: "My father once said that right and wrong have their own opinions, and later generations will comment on merits and demerits."

This sentence is also a famous saying of Taizu, and everyone present is familiar with it.

For thousands of years, emperors and generals have been proud of being able to erect monuments after death, and want to be famous in history, only Emperor Taizu left this last word on his sickbed before his death.

The surroundings are quieter, and the needle drop can be heard.

Everyone looked up at Fengyang on the second floor quietly, thinking about the graceful appearance of Emperor Taizu in their minds.

Fengyang smiled coldly and said meaningfully: "My royal father doesn't need a 'storyteller' to comment there."

Of course, Fengyang wasn't really scolding the storyteller, but the storyteller was so frightened that his body was trembling, and he knelt down to the ground with sincerity and fear.

The storyteller didn't understand, but the others present were not stupid. Obviously, Fengyang's remarks were alluding to Yuan Zhe's remarks, and he was no different from a storyteller.

"Pfft."

I don't know who laughed out loud, so harsh and abrupt.

Some of the clans and nobles present at the scene were not without people who were at odds with the noble family, and they made no secret of their sneering.

"..." Yuan Zheruya's face was blue, white, and red.

He wanted to say something, but in front of Fengyang's majesty, any words were like sophistry, and they all seemed weak.

Empress Dowager Yuan pursed her lips and swallowed the old blood stuck in her throat abruptly. She looked at Chu You, but saw that Chu You's burning eyes had been drifting towards the deck.

His absent-minded look seemed to be looking for Gu Yuncong.

What kind of coquettish trick did Gu Yunxiang use on him to take away his three souls and seven souls!

Thinking, Empress Dowager Yuan's throat was filled with sweetness again, and she tightly grasped the armrest of the Grand Master's chair with one hand, blue veins bursting out on the back of her hand.

She held her breath, and her breathing became rapid and heavy.

After a while, the Empress Dowager Yuan said slowly and forcefully: "Since Huangjie doesn't like storytelling, you can go down."

This sentence was naturally said to the storyteller who was kneeling on the ground, and it was considered to be able to save some face for Yuan Zhe in front of everyone.

The storyteller stood up with trembling feet, bowed, and quickly stepped back.

The atmosphere became heavy and depressing, as if the storm was about to come.

But the emperor didn't seem to be affected, he smiled and asked Anle half of the oranges she had peeled, and ate them happily, as if what happened just now had nothing to do with him.

The old lady beside the Queen Mother saw her face sinking like water, and made a gesture in a certain direction quietly.

After a while, Liu Shuang, the maid in charge of the palace, stepped on the stairs to the second floor of the painting boat, respectfully and dignifiedly greeted Empress Dowager Yuan, and said:

"The Empress Dowager, the sons and daughters of each family are playing on the deck outside. It's very lively. Didn't the lady keep saying that the Shou'an Palace is too clean, do you want to have a good time?"

"Alright." Empress Dowager Yuan loosened her grip on the armrest, nodded slightly, and asked the emperor and Feng Yang, "Your Majesty, Huangjie, why don't you go outside and get some air together."

While    was talking, Empress Dowager Yuan noticed that Chu You's eyes lit up from the corner of her eyes, and the soul seemed to float away again. Her eyes darkened, restraining her emotions.

The emperor was also absent-minded, and his eyes fluttered from the window to Gu Yanfei on the deck. Suddenly, his mind moved, and he happily agreed: "It's better to go and relax."

It's not yet Shen Shi, because it just snowed, and the sky was a little gloomy.

The lake surface is sparkling, the weeping willows and plum trees on the shore are dyed with a layer of white snow, and the branches and flowers and leaves are shining with crystal light, like jade branches hanging down, swaying gently in the cold wind.

The cold wind is biting, but these young boys and girls are full of anger, and most of them are not afraid of the cold. They gather in twos and threes on the wide deck, and the excitement is tight.

Some people gathered together to enjoy the scenery, some people were blowing flute, and some people were playing pot-throwing on the deck.

There were three double-eared iron pots on the deck, and the sound of arrows falling one after another in the air, accompanied by bursts of laughter and applause, this lively atmosphere attracted many people inside and outside the boat to look at them. He looked over and watched with interest.

Gu Yanfei grabbed a bamboo arrow and threw it casually. The bamboo arrow not only entered the pot, but bounced back and fell into Gu Yanfei's hands firmly.

"Yan Fei, your 'Xiaojian' is really amazing." Wei Jiaoniang and Lu Qin laughed happily.

The so-called "Xiaojian" means that the bamboo arrow thrown into the pot jumps back into the hands of the thrower.

Chu Yi applauded lightly, the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily, and the corners of his slightly upward sloping eyes were warm and charming.

An Le also imitated the emperor's brother, and clapped his hands several times in a row.

The palace people on the painting boat set up tables and chairs on the stern deck, and placed a windscreen.

The emperor smiled and sat down against the railing.

The Empress Dowager Yuan also sat down with the hand of the grandmother, and followed the line of sight of the father and son to look at Gu Yanfei in front.

The girl stood tall, with a face like Shunhua. When she smiled, she was like the most dazzling and delicate flower. Her appearance was far better than the other girls around, and she was quite astonishing only with the true national color of peony.

It's no wonder that Chu Yi cares about her so much.

This man, everyone is lustful, even his own son.

Thinking, Empress Dowager Yuan glanced at Chu You on the right again, a cold light flashed across her eyes, but a kind smile appeared on her face.

"Your Majesty, this annual feast of flounder and flounder must be paired like flounder, so that the grandfather's favor will not be restored." The Empress Dowager Yuan said to the emperor with a smile, "The first prince is not too young. After the New Year, it’s already twenty years old, and it’s the age to start a family.”

"The eldest prince's marriage should have been handled by the queen, but his mother left early, and the emperor is now busy with government affairs, so he can't be separated, so the Ai family thought about sharing the emperor's worries, and deliberately selected a few girls carefully. All of them are famous ladies, knowledgeable and reasonable..."

"Liu Shuang, go and call Miss Yu over."

(end of this chapter)