Early the next morning, the news that King Xuan returned to Beijing spread in the streets and alleys.
It has been more than four months since King Zixuan invited himself to go to southern Xinjiang to control the snow. During this period, good news came frequently and stories were everywhere. The people of southern Xinjiang's love for the eldest son of the emperor has reached an unprecedented level.
Among the notes sent from various places in southern Xinjiang this morning, more than half of them praised King Xuan.
And most of them, nine out of ten, come from upright officials in southern Xinjiang, rather than those who are just flattering others.
It can be seen that King Xuan's reputation in southern Xinjiang is not groundless.
So the officials who had badmouthed southern Xinjiang and felt that it was outrageous for a sick king to treat snow disasters all lowered their heads in shame.
Feng Xuan, who rested in the mansion for a day before going to court, ignored this. On the contrary, he was still as gentle and generous as before, and his actions were like a gentleman.
"I never expected that my eldest brother is so good at chess. Now he not only has the support of Southern Xinjiang, but also has his own chess piece in the court. How about it? Is eldest brother very proud?"
After the morning meeting, Feng Qi deliberately slowed down his pace and waited for his eldest brother, who had been injured since childhood.
What he said was true.
Because he really didn't expect that Feng Xuan, who usually didn't fight for anything, would get both fame and fortune by playing tricks at critical moments.
This move really calculated against all of them.
"What are you talking about, fourth brother? Compared with the Yan family, what does the eldest brother's reputation mean?"
Feng Xuan stroked his court clothes, and there was a smile of unknown meaning on his jade-like face.
"I'm just a little curious. Isn't it Miss Yan Er who is engaged to you? How come you have become Yan San now?"
"Oh, now I don't have to worry about it, big brother."
Feng Qi fluttered his sleeves, and the corners of his mouth that were raised a second ago when Feng Xuan mentioned the Yan family almost immediately dropped.
Because for him, his engagement with a stupid and ugly girl will always be a stain that he cannot erase.
Everyone else knew about his taboo and would never take the initiative to mention it. Even if Feng Xuan was away all the time, it was impossible not to know about it. Now that Feng Xuan deliberately said this, he was clearly trying to spite him.
Seeing Feng Qi leaving, the smile in Feng Xuan's eyes got even bigger.
He was very grateful to Feng Qi, and at the same time he sympathized with Feng Qi. Because Feng Qi would soon understand what it means to lose a watermelon and pick up sesame seeds.
"Feast for the reception? Okay, that bitch Feng Lan is really anxious. Feng Xuan has only been back for two days, and she's already inciting the royal family to build momentum for him?"
In the Shoukang Palace, Queen Mother Hua suddenly knocked down a vase, which scared Hua Suyi beside her and took two steps back.
These days, she has no time to take care of the affairs in the palace, let alone deal with Xiao Xiruo. Because in the recent Great Yan Dynasty, nothing went well for her.
"Eldest sister, please calm down. This Feng Xuan is both the eldest princess's nephew and the nephew. He is the core of their lineage. Can they not hold on to him?"
Hua Qingsong and Taiqing Taoist looked at each other, and while comforting Queen Mother Hua, he asked:
"Then shall our Etiquette Department organize this reception banquet or not?"
After calming down a little, Queen Mother Hua finally nodded.
She was indeed more afraid of Feng Xuan gaining power than Feng Qi. But now, she could only blame herself for not being ruthless enough and not directly killing this scourge.
Now Feng Xuan has gained both fame and fortune, and Feng Qi is about to get married. One has gained reputation in southern Xinjiang, and the other has the support of the Yan family...
In comparison, Prince Gong Feng Hua on their side is simply a piece of shit!
However, at the stall where Empress Dowager Hua was depressed, Taoist Taoist Taiqing on the side brought her good news.
"Don't be upset, Queen Mother. A seasoned spy sent back a reliable message yesterday, saying that Yan Moqing, the second young lady of the Yan family who has been missing for a long time, is currently in Prince Xuan's palace."
The ice and snow are melting, and the weather is becoming spring.
The afternoon sun was so warm that the girl by the window squinted her eyes and licked her head lazily like a small animal.
As soon as Feng Wuyan came back, he saw this scene.
For a moment, the displeasure caused by the end of the East Street incident and the impending return to the imperial city was dispelled by the sunshine in front of him.
Then, he saw Xiao Xiruo sit up suddenly and told him that it was dinner time.
Feng Wuyan: "?"
He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt that the feeding plan for fishing seemed to be taking over the spotlight.
"Master, the time for the reception of the Fengfeng Banquet has been decided by the etiquette department. It will be the Lantern Festival in two days. It just so happens that this year's Lantern Festival banquet was canceled due to the explosion."
Under the instruction of her master, Shen Mian began to report some known government affairs aloud in the presence of a certain empress.
Sure enough, the imperial concubine, who was originally focused on cooking, hesitated for a moment with the chopsticks in her hands.
Feast?
For Feng Xuan?
Xiao Xiruo's mind was spinning wildly. She searched through her brain as fast as possible, hoping to find the original memory of this plot.
However, she didn't remember this episode at all.
To be more precise, in the early stages of the novel, Feng Xuan was as gentle as jade, a prosperous and humble young man, and he didn’t even bother to hold a reception banquet...
Therefore, there seems to be only one line describing Jie Feng Yan in the novel.
The Ministry of Rites proposed it, but Feng Xuan refused, and then it disappeared...
But now Shen Mian said that the reception banquet will be held in two days, which means that Feng Xuan did not refuse, so the banquet is definitely going to be held?
First it was the wedding, and now it was the reception banquet. The occurrence of these plots told her that this book had completely changed.
And the memory of this book that she can use will probably become less and less.
This is not good news for her, but from the perspective of her wanting to change the outcome of the Xiao family, it is not necessarily true.
"Isn't my eldest brother indifferent to fame and wealth? I thought he would refuse the proposal of the Ministry of Rites."
Raising his hand to pick up a meatball for Xiao Xiruo, Feng Wuyan felt that feeding a small sick person was more interesting than these.
On the other hand, the little sick guy who was picking up food actually pricked up his ears like a rabbit at this moment. He had always known that she was interfering in the affairs of the court, but he didn't expect that she would be so interested.
"Back to the Emperor, this proposal really did not come from the Ministry of Rites. It was the eldest princess and a group of royal relatives who put pressure on the court and insisted on doing it for His Royal Highness Prince Xuan. I heard that the Queen Mother even made a big payment for this matter. I got so angry that I called the eldest princess a bitch."
"oh?"
When Shen Mian said this, not only Xiao Xiruo was surprised, but also Feng Wuyan, who felt bored, frowned slightly.
"This is not like Feng Xuan's style."
Shen Mian nodded and said:
"Master, could it be that King Xuan has suddenly changed his gender? Do you want to take advantage of the victory and gain more chips for yourself?"
Xiao Xiruo and Feng Wuyan did not look at each other, but they said three words in their hearts at the same time - Impossible!
Let's not talk about whether a person's personality can change so quickly. Let's just say that pursuing victory is really inconsistent with the current situation in the DPRK and China.
The lineage of the eldest princess has already fallen out with the Hua family and King Qi. Now that she has won two important positions and gained a reputation in southern Xinjiang, the best policy is to slow down and adjust the layout.
At this moment, chasing after victory will not only fail to add glory, but will also become a target of public criticism.
But if it wasn’t for this, what else could it be for? This chapter has been completed!