Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife Chapter 788: Go back to Persia!

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Xuan Tianmo felt that if he continued to communicate with Lao Jiu, he would definitely suffer internal injuries. He had been telling lies with his eyes open since he was a child. As he grew older, his ability to tell lies gradually improved. What's the matter, at today's palace banquet, he will be caught looking at Feng Yuheng a few more times. Is this joke going to be finished? What a disgusting thing to pull on. If you put this hat on, even though he doesn't mind losing his reputation, it is still annoying, isn't it?

Even the most considerate and tactful person was angered by Xuan Tianming. Xuan Tianmo spent twenty breaths to calm down, and finally spoke without anger. Said: "Ninth brother has loved to use strong words since he was a child. It seems that he has become more and more powerful as he grows up. You are the younger brother, and the eighth brother will not care about you. It is useless for you to mess around with this matter today. I can take people from the south I brought my son back, and today I want a precise explanation. What’s more, now that I don’t want this explanation, do you think the civil and military officials can just give it up easily?"

As he spoke, he looked at the officials in the palace, many of whom were on his side. Their eyes seemed to be filled with imperial edicts, and they immediately agreed - "That's right! We just want one As long as Princess Ji'an can give us a reasonable explanation for her abilities, this request is not too much!"

For a time, all the ministers gathered together, and their families also started to make a fuss. In fact, there are not many members of the Eighth Prince Party, mostly military generals, and the civil servants are very weak. However, this kind of trouble-making job does not require too many people. People love to gossip, and they fan the flames in the palace. Of course the opposing party can't stir up much trouble, but those who are in the neutral position, especially those with low official rank and no affiliation with any party, can be easily incited. And what they said is right. I just want to know where Princess Ji'an's skills come from. This is not too much. Some people even said loudly: "We have all used medicine from Baicaotang, and we have all invited Baicaotang's medicine." The doctor has examined us and reassured us! Where did those medicines come from?"

A palace banquet turned into a scene. Tianwu frowned as he watched from the main seat, but he did not say anything to suppress him. Once the law does not punish the public, there are too many people making trouble, and they have not made any excessive demands. If he suppresses it, it will easily arouse the anger of the officials. It's not true that the emperor can be willful sometimes, and he must be rewarded sometimes. What's more, he really wanted to see how Feng Yuheng would deal with this farce. Of course, to be honest, he himself was a little curious about Feng Yuheng's abilities. Therefore, with such complicated thoughts, Tianwu became a spectator and watched the chaos below, but he remained speechless.

As for the Queen, who is so observant of words and expressions, when she saw Tianwu's attitude, she couldn't help but understand. So he didn't say anything and just sipped the tea. Seeing the Queen's behavior, the concubines had some idea. They didn't have much say in the matter. Seeing that people like the Queen and Concubine Gu Xian chose to stay out of the matter, how could they join in the fun! Only Yuan Guiren could help from time to time. She was the biological mother of the Eighth Prince, and people could understand that she was helping to speak at this time.

Feng Yuheng had already stood up, but now she sat back on the chair, leaned her head back, crossed her arms across her chest, and looked more leisurely than anyone else. It wasn't until those officials sang like a one-man show that they couldn't go on anymore, and each one of them stopped singing and started to glare at Feng Yuheng with angry eyes. Then she shrugged and smiled: "Tired? There is tea on the table. Sirs, please moisten your throat first."

Xuan Tiange also helped: "What are you still doing? Give these adults new tea!"

The Eighth Prince also smiled and said: "My younger siblings are doing this again. Even if you have been with Ming'er for a long time, you have learned from him to avoid the important and take the easy when things happen. This is not good."

Feng Yuheng laughed and said, "But she didn't talk nonsense with him. Instead, she asked: "Where did His Highness the Eighth Prince meet these Persians? Did you just say that these people went to dance in a small desert country? ”

The Eighth Prince nodded: "Exactly."

"Oh." Feng Yuheng thought for a long time, then asked the dancers: "Do you have a leader? Come forward and talk to me." She asked for a long time but no one answered, so she added: " Oh, pretend you don’t understand the Dashun language, that’s okay. Doctor, if you can speak Dashun, I’ll ask you. Do you perform dances in the south of Dashun all year round?”

The doctor didn't know why and replied seriously: "Yes, they are dancing girls who are traveling outside. I am the doctor who has been following them."

"Oh." Feng Yuheng nodded, speaking in a calm tone, "The dancing girls who are traveling around. As the doctor accompanying the team, you should be familiar with them, right? What is the family background of these dancing girls? Yes. Do you support yourself and your family by dancing on your own, or do you belong to a certain force in Persia? Do you have financial resources to support you?"

The doctor was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "Princess, from a well-off family, who would send their children out to be dancers? They are all poor people who cannot survive in Persia. They have no choice but to take the risk. Risking our lives, we took a big boat and came to Dashun. Even the old man was afraid of being poor in Persia. Even if he had medical skills, he almost starved to death several times. But the people of Dashun were still somewhat resistant to Persian singing and dancing, so we chose Over there in ancient Shu."

Feng Yuheng understood what he meant. The Dashun people were relatively conservative, and the Persian dancer's dress was still difficult to be accepted by others, but the other side of the desert would be relatively civilized and easier to accept.

Of course, this was not what she had to consider. After listening to the doctor's words, Feng Yuheng suddenly laughed. While laughing, she said to the Eighth Prince Xuan Tianmo: "The Eighth Prince is really funny, a dancer. A group, a doctor who follows such a group, is the lowest class of people in Persia. They are the people at the bottom who are facing starvation to death all the time in Persia. You bring them to the palace and bring them to the father and say, Can they represent Persia? Represent the national conditions of Persia? Represent Persian medical skills?" She said, then faced the officials and raised her voice: "Are there any imperial doctors from the imperial hospital here?"

Several people immediately stood up and saluted Feng Yuheng.

Feng Yuheng nodded, "You are Chinese doctors. Now the princess says that your medical skills are only on the same level as those of the barefoot doctors outside. Are you happy? Oh, you are still the kind of person who can't even make a living by relying on your medical skills. You need to Are you happy with the kind of barefoot doctors who work among a group of singers and dancers and have to travel far away to be able to make a living? Their treatment is said to represent you. Are you willing to talk about the medical techniques they don’t know? Neither can you, are you willing?"

The imperial doctors shook their heads one after another, expressing their displeasure, and one even said: "If our medical skills are really comparable to those of lower-class doctors, we will not be able to enter the Dashun Palace, let alone serve the emperor and empress. We've got a diagnosis."

"That's right, isn't that a joke? Civil servants have to take scientific examinations, and military attachés have to take the first prize in martial arts. Not all people can get into our hospital, and they have to go through layers of screening and assessments. Coming to the palace, how can it be compared to visiting a doctor?"

Needless to say, Feng Yuheng said that these imperial doctors began to despise the Persian doctor on the spot - "A Persian doctor was almost starving to death in his own country, but he had the nerve to go to the palace of Dashun and call himself himself Are you a doctor? How can you cure someone like you?"

"Go back to Persia! Don't be embarrassed here!"

Feng Yuheng watched helplessly as the imperial doctors vented their anger. After the people's anger subsided a little, she said to the eighth prince: "The eighth prince has heard it. This is the Persian doctor you mentioned, and that Dancers, are you going to let them represent Persia? Is it that any singing and dancing girl in a remote small town in Dashun goes out and says that she can represent Dashun? As long as they don’t know it, have never seen it, and haven’t If you have heard of it, just say that there is no Dashun? Your Highness, you just want to find a Persian doctor to confront me. At the very least, shouldn't you also find a Persian doctor? What is this? Don't say that I have worshiped you. My grandfather Yao Xian and the imperial doctors below also disdain his medical skills. His Highness the Eighth Prince underestimates me, Dashun!"

Those words made Xuan Tianmo finally change his face slightly, and some uncertainty appeared on his face. But it was only a moment, and he quickly made adjustments, and then said to Feng Yuheng: "Not to mention whether they can represent Persia, you just mentioned your strange master, how can the princess? Can you tell me who he is?"

"Okay!" Feng Yuheng casually said a name in Persian. Of course, what she said was the Iranian language of later generations, but she tried to choose some words with lower pitches that have been used since ancient times, so that the Persians also I can understand it. It is a very special name, but it is actually a name that Persians would use. Feng Yuheng speaks a language they are familiar with

The Persian doctor subconsciously said: "Can the princess speak Persian?"

Feng Yuheng rolled her eyes, "What a joke, my master is Persian. Even if I can't speak fluently, I can still handle a few words. Old doctor, I'm not going to embarrass you, I'm just telling you, Your medical skills are not one percent as good as that of my master. I took a Persian master as my teacher, so of course what I learned was something you couldn’t do."

The doctor was still arguing: "Even if I don't know, I should have heard of it!"

Without waiting for Feng Yuheng to reply, an imperial doctor below heard a loud voice: "I have a unique acupuncture technique passed down from my family. I am the only one who knows how to do it in Dashun. Why, all those mountain doctors among the people can't do it." I’ve never heard of it, but they can say that we in Dashun don’t have this kind of acupuncture technique?”

The doctor could not refute these words, and he also knew that he was indeed like Feng Yuheng and the others said, and could not represent the whole of Persia. When His Highness the Eighth Prince told Feng Yuheng's medical skills in the southern border, he was only surprised, knowing that he had never heard of it. Now think about it, if the Chinese doctor in the palace heard it, he might lose his head, because Who knows if that is the secret technique of Chinese doctors.

For a moment, the Persian doctor lost his confidence and silently took two steps back...