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

Everyone around fell silent.

Others can't say this, even if they say it, it doesn't have such thunderous weight.

Fengyang is old, of high seniority, with great prestige, and is the eldest daughter of the Taizu, who has always been favored by the Taizu.

When Taizu was alive, he always took this eldest daughter with him whether he was on the battlefield or visiting in private. Even if Fengyang never married, Taizu would let her and spoil her.

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 is far superior to men.

Empress Dowager Yuan's complexion tensed up a bit, the corners of her lips trembled violently, she seemed a little embarrassed.

Even though Yuan Zhe has never served in the court, he is still her nephew and the future heir of their Yuan family. Feng Yang trampled Yuan Zhe into the ground like this in public, which is simply a provocation and insult to their Yuan family!

Empress Dowager Yuan gathered herself together, her neatly manicured fingers rubbed her sleeves, and said flatly: "Sister Huang, that's not what you said..."

However, when Feng Yang's sharp blade-like eyes shot straight at her, Empress Dowager Yuan's lips trembled, and her aura weakened by three points.

Even her shoulders ached slightly, recalling the whip that Fengyang whipped her twenty years ago.

At this moment, Empress Dowager Yuan couldn't help recalling the helpless comforting voice of the former emperor: "Ayan, the imperial sister has such a bad temper. When she is very angry, even the emperor has to coax her, and I have been loved by her since I was a child...cough, Miss Huang is like a wild crane, she can't enter the palace twice a year, so you just need to avoid her from now on."

A thick haze appeared in Empress Dowager Yuan's eyes, and even the hands in the sleeves were trembling almost imperceptibly, and the raging anger was about to come out.

Feng Yang waved his sleeves casually, and his steady voice resounded through the boat: "This book is not well spoken, so I changed it."

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

Of course the storyteller on the first floor also heard it, and quickly closed his mouth, his face turned slightly pale, and he clutched the allegro in his hand awkwardly.

In the dead silence, Feng Yang continued: "Father once said that right and wrong have their own opinions, and future generations will comment on merits and demerits."

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

For thousands of years, emperors, generals and ministers have all been proud of being able to set up a stele after death. If they want to be famous in history, only Emperor Taizu left this last word on the sick bed before his death.

The surrounding area became quieter, and a needle could be heard.

Everyone quietly looked up at Fengyang on the second floor, recalling the demeanor of Emperor Taizu in their minds.

Feng Yang smiled coldly, and said meaningfully: "My royal father doesn't need a 'storyteller' to comment on it."

Of course Feng Yang wasn't really scolding the storyteller, but the storyteller was so frightened that his body trembled, he knelt down on the ground in fear, the allegro in his hand dropped to the ground, his lips trembled like chaff, and he didn't dare to say a word.

The storyteller didn't understand, but the other people present were not stupid. Obviously, what Feng Yang said was implying that Yuan Zhe only knew how to gossip all day long, just like a storyteller.

"Pfft."

I don't know who sneered, it was so harsh and abrupt.

Among the clans and nobles present, there were many people who were at odds with the family, and they made no secret of their ridicule.

"..." Yuan Zhe's elegant face turned blue, white, and red for a while.

He wanted to say something, but in front of Fengyang's majesty, any words seemed to be sophistry, and he seemed weak.

Empress Dowager Yuan pursed her lips, swallowed back the old blood stuck in her throat abruptly, and looked at Chu You, only to see Chu You's burning eyes were always drifting towards the deck.

With his absent-minded look, it could be seen that he was looking for Gu Yunxie.

What kind of coquettish tricks did Gu Yunxie use to him, seducing his three souls and seven souls away!

Thinking about it, Empress Dowager Yuan's throat felt sweet again, and she tightly grasped the armrest of the grand master's chair with one hand, with blue veins popping up on the back of her hand.

She held back her breath, and her breathing became short and heavy.

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

Naturally, this sentence was said to the kneeling storyteller, and it could be regarded as trying to save some face for Yuan Zhe in front of everyone.

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

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

But the emperor didn't seem to be affected at all. He smiled and begged half of An Le's peeled orange from An Le's hand, and ate it happily, as if what happened just now had nothing to do with him.

Seeing that her face was sinking like water, the old nanny beside Queen Mother Yuan quietly gestured in a certain direction.

After a while, Liushuang, the court lady in charge, stepped on the stairs to the second floor of Huafang, respectfully blessed Queen Mother Yuan, and said:

"Empress Dowager, the sons and daughters of various families are playing on the deck outside, which is very lively. Didn't your empress keep saying in the past two days that 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, sister Huang, why don't we go outside to get some air together."

While speaking, Empress Dowager Yuan noticed Chu You's pupils brighten up from the corner of her eyes, and Hun'er seemed to float away again. Her eyes darkened, and she restrained her emotions.

The emperor was also absent-minded, and his eyes drifted from the window to Gu Yanfei on the deck, and suddenly he had a thought, and readily agreed: "It's good to go and relax."

It was not yet Shen time, and the sky was a little gloomy because of the snow that had just fallen.

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

The cold wind was biting, but these young boys and girls were full of fire, and most of them were not afraid of the cold. They gathered in twos and threes on the wide deck, and the excitement was tight.

Some people got together to enjoy the scenery, some were playing the flute, and some were playing pitching pots on the deck.

Three iron pots with two ears were placed on the deck, and the sound of arrows falling one after another in the air, together with bursts of talking, laughing and applauding, this lively atmosphere attracted many people inside and outside the boat to turn towards them. Looking over, he watched with interest.

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

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

The so-called "Xiaojian" refers to the bamboo arrow thrown into the pot and jumps back into the hands of the thrower.

Chu Yi applauded lightly, the corners of his mouth curled up, and the corners of his eyes tilted upwards were warm and charming.

An Le also imitated Brother Huang, clapping his small hands several times in a row.

The palace people on the painting boat set up tables and chairs on the deck at the stern, and installed a screen to keep out the wind.

The emperor smiled and twisted his beard, and sat down leaning against the railing.

Empress Dowager Yuan also sat down while holding the hand of the nanny, and followed the eyes of the father and son to look at Gu Yanfei in front of her.

The young girl stands gracefully, her face is like Shunhua, when she smiles, she looks like the most eye-catching and delicate flower, her appearance is far superior to that of other girls around her, she has a kind of amazement that only the true national beauty of peony is.

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

This man, everyone is greedy for beauty, even his own son is no exception.

Thinking about it, Queen Mother Yuan glanced at Chu You on the right again, a cold light flashed in her eyes, but a kind smile appeared on her face.

"Your Majesty, this year's annual flounder feast must be in pairs like flounder, so as not to lose the kindness of our ancestors." The Queen Mother Yuan said to the emperor with a smile, "The eldest prince is not young anymore. After the new year, I'm already twenty years old, and it's the age to start a family."

"The eldest prince's marriage should be handled by the empress, but his mother left early, and the emperor is busy with government affairs, so he couldn't separate himself from God, so Ai's family thought about sharing the emperor's worries, and carefully selected a few girls. All of them are well-known ladies, knowledgeable and reasonable..."

"Liushuang, you go and call Miss Yu over."