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The topic of bestowing a marriage was settled because of Mu Jingzhou's refusal, but the open and secret struggle between the emperor and the officials did not end. The emperor insisted on suppressing the eldest son, and the officials firmly supported the eldest son. The collision between monarchy and subject will never end.

The banquet continued in a strange atmosphere. After Mu Jingzhou, the two princesses also performed performances to express their congratulations. With them taking the lead, many legitimate sons and daughters of families took the initiative to show their talents. This is also the history of palace banquets. According to the process, all the sons and daughters who can be praised by the emperor on such occasions will have a higher reputation, and it is also a glorious thing for their families, and everyone often flocks to them.

"Master Tingyun's piano skills have improved again, come and give me a reward!"

The longer the banquet lasted, the more lively it became. The savage and domineering Lord Tingyun also presented a song. The emperor was very satisfied and ordered a reward on the spot. The Lord Tingyun smiled brightly like a delicate flower: "My daughter, thank you for the reward, Your Majesty. , the courtier has a feeling of unfeeling, I wonder if His Majesty can satisfy it?"

"Oh?"

"Tingyun!"

The emperor raised his eyebrows with interest, but Yang Houye and his wife's eyelids twitched. They never dreamed that their daughter would actually find trouble for nothing.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Taking a light glance at Yang Houye and his wife, the emperor was very interested. For some reason, Feng Jiye suddenly had a bad feeling.

"I have heard that Feng Shaojun is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and my daughter wants to learn a thing or two."

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"Young Master Feng?"

It is impossible for him not to investigate the people who appeared next to Ye Junheng. The emperor followed her gaze pretending to be puzzled, even though he was sitting on three thousand beauties, the first time he saw Feng Jiye, he couldn't help it. Surprised, he looked like a real fairy sitting in a white suit, "You seem to have a kind face!"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Yishan and his son who were present at the meeting felt like they were sitting on pins and needles. They couldn't help but secretly scolded County Lord Yang for being troublesome. If Feng Jiye really got the emperor's favor and took the opportunity to ask Feng Yiheng to reverse the case, they would be in great trouble. .

Facing the eyes of everyone in the audience, Feng Jiye slowly stood up and bowed: "Father Feng Yiheng, I'm Feng Jiye."

No one thought that he would frankly tell who his father was. No matter whether Feng Yiheng was wronged or not, at least he is still a guilty minister now, so he can call himself Ye Junheng's young master.

"I just remembered, you are Feng Yiheng's second son."

The emperor pretended to be stunned, and turned his gaze to Ye Junheng: "Now you are Junheng's young master?"

The emperor did not call Ye Junheng Aiqing, but his name, which showed that he really relied on him, but this happened to be displeased by all civil and military officials. Ye Junheng's behavior was too ostentatious, and he was never welcomed by all officials.

"Ha ha…"

Feng Jiye didn't answer, but folded his hands on his lower abdomen, stood up straight and looked away, and smiled brilliantly at County Mistress Yang: "County Yang's piano skills were carved by famous masters, I think I'm not enough."

It's not difficult to beat her, but he is lazy and doesn't want to play monkey games with her here!

"The county magistrate didn't ask you to play the piano, you can choose any of the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

His voluntary conceding of defeat undoubtedly pleased her, but County Lord Yang was unwilling to let him go, and made up his mind to make him look ugly.

"I'm ashamed to show off a little skill, Yeye, let her see what real piano skills are."

Ye Junheng's domineering and arrogant voice suddenly sounded. He didn't stop it before because he thought it was unnecessary. Yang Tingyun's piano skills were not worthy of his brother's shoes, but he didn't expect that his brother would admit defeat directly, and this woman didn't know good from bad. This is unbearable.

"Oh, so Feng Shaojun's piano skills are really good?"

The emperor raised his eyebrows at the right time, and he also wanted to see how good the piano skills that even Ye Junheng praised, and whether he was as good as a voice from outside the sky like his people.

"Your Majesty, forgive me, I didn't bring my piano."

But Feng Jiye dared not answer his question before, but now he dares to refuse. He has no habit of being a clown to please these people, but what he didn't expect was that Yin Huanyang who was opposite slowly put down his glass and said, "Young Master Feng can Use the piano in this hall."

"... "

The corner of Feng Jiye's mouth twitched, and he raised his eyes reflexively, who the hell asked you to tear things apart?

After understanding the message in his eyes, the corners of Yin Huanyang's lips curled slightly, he was in a good mood, and Dong Yuan, who came out of nowhere, had already walked towards Feng Jiye holding the piano.

"Young Master Feng, please use it!"

This is their master!

Dong Yuan held the guqin in both hands and saw that it was made by a famous master. His attitude was not disrespectful. When he lowered his head, he couldn't help but look at the little bun with a pacifier in his mouth. The latter smiled at him. , Dong Yuan felt his heart warm up, wishing he could rush over to hug him immediately.

"clang!"

He lowered his eyes to look at the guqin presented to him, Feng Jiye stretched out his fingers and plucked the strings lightly, a pleasant voice suddenly sounded, just when everyone thought he would pick it up and play it, Feng Jiye Suddenly turned to face the emperor: "Your Majesty, don't listen to Jun Heng's nonsense. Your majesty's piano skills are mediocre, and you won't be able to enter the hall of elegance. You may disappoint your majesty."

No one can force him to do things he doesn't want, but...

"But Your Majesty, I have another talent."

The emperor's face darkened slightly, and when he was about to order him to play, Feng Jiye's voice sounded again, and everyone present couldn't help being stunned for a moment, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, the emperor's expression remained pale. Good-looking, but still asked out of curiosity: "Oh? What talent?"

"Within seven days, I can make it rain within the capital!"

"what?!"

As soon as the words fell, not only the emperor, everyone present could not help but stare. You must know that the Ming Xia Kingdom has been in drought for almost a year, and the disaster is getting worse. , now who doesn't want the rain to ease the drought?Feng Jiye's words are tantamount to fantasy, but people can't help but want to believe it.

The only person present who was not shocked was probably Ye Junheng, and Yin Huanyang was the next one. He was shocked, but he quickly returned to normal. Some strange things come, maybe he can really do it?

"What did you say, say it again."

Trying to stabilize his emotions, the emperor looked directly at him with deep and solemn eyes. Whether it rains or not is God's business, how can it be artificially controlled?

"Within seven days, I can make it rain within the capital."

Feng Jiye calmly repeated what he said just now, the emperor's eyes deepened, and the coercion that only belonged to the emperor rushed towards him: "Do you know what crime should be for bullying the emperor in front of you?"

What's more, he still deceives the king in this kind of thing. Once he can't do it, let alone Ye Junheng, even the king of heaven, Lao Tzu, will not want to save his life.

"of course."

Isn't it just beheading? What does it have to do with him?Even if he couldn't do it, the emperor didn't have the ability to chop off his head, but since he said it, he would definitely do it.

"Okay, if it doesn't rain within seven days..."

"and many more!"

Before the emperor finished speaking, Feng Jiye forcibly interrupted him. Facing his displeased gaze, Feng Jiye smiled indifferently: "I can make it rain, but why should I? The ass also knows that it is going against the sky, the emperor doesn't think that you can make me rain even if you are punished by the gods, right?"

It can be said that Feng Jiye is not bold. Not only did he call himself "me" in front of the emperor, but he also made it clear that he wanted to negotiate terms with him. Many people couldn't help but secretly scolded him for being too arrogant. The Feng Jiye they knew, the exiled immortal pretended to be very good, but it didn't suit him at all!

"As long as you can really make the heavens rain, whether it's overturning your father's case or gold, silver and jewelry, I will agree to everything."

The emperor is smart and generous. When these words came out, Feng Yishan and his son, who were already sitting on pins and needles, broke out in cold sweat. Everyone knew that the case could not stand up to scrutiny, especially now that the eldest prince came back. Great defeat, as long as you send people to ask the barbarians, you will get the answer immediately, not only them, everyone present felt that Feng Jiye would definitely ask to reverse the case for his father, but...

"I want Xinglin Village, five miles to the east of the city!"

Surprisingly, Feng Jiye didn't ask to reverse the case for his father, nor did he ask for any gold, silver or jewelry, but a village.

"Why?"

The emperor didn't understand, and neither did the ministers. This time, even Yin Huanyang didn't understand. Ming Xia governed the country with benevolence and filial piety, and filial piety is the foundation of the country.

"Why else, I like Lamei, so I've fallen in love with it."

"... "

This answer made people extremely speechless. The emperor glanced at Wu Jin quickly, and the latter leaned forward: "Your Majesty, as far as I know, it is a small mountain village surrounded by mountains and rivers. There was a number one scholar in the previous dynasty, so that's why I don't know what to do." It’s called Xinglin Village, and Dudu Ye visited it not long ago, and he seems to want to buy land and build a house there, but there are not many free homesteads there, if the house they build is too big, the villagers will have to move out.”

Regarding Ye Junheng's whereabouts, Dongchang is still very clear. After knowing that Ye Junheng has been there, he has already roughly understood it.

"Ah."

The emperor replied knowingly, and looked at Feng Jiye again: "I promise you, as long as you can really make it rain in the sky within seven days, I will let all the villagers of Xinglin Village move to other places, and the whole village will be relocated. All the land is given to you!"

It's just a matter of his words.

"Then thank you, Your Majesty, but..."

"What more do you want?"

Before he could finish speaking, the emperor interrupted him a little angrily, Feng Jiye was not angry, he glanced away, and pouted at Yin Huanyang: "I just want to say that I need His Highness' assistance."

"Ok?"

Yin Huanyang, who was suddenly named, couldn't help being flattered, and said as calmly as possible: "If there is anything that can help, Feng Shaojun just ask."

Yeye needed him and asked him for help, which made his heart as sweet as honey, and he completely forgot the previous pain.

"Why do you need Huanyang's assistance?"

The emperor frowned in displeasure. It was fine if it didn't rain. If it really rained, the civil and military officials wouldn't be able to credit him again?This time he came back with meritorious deeds, and all the officials were so imposing that they forced him to establish a crown prince. Even the queen mother who had been indifferent for a long time reminded him vaguely that it was time to establish a crown prince. If he made meritorious deeds again, he didn't know how to suppress those like Like snowflakes, it flew into the royal study's memorial.

Huang Guijun, who had never looked at him directly before, only thought he was a clown, finally started to look at him squarely. A pair of bright eyes scanned him like sharp knives, as if he wanted to see into the depths of his soul through his body. .