"Okay, okay, miracle doctor." Huangfu still obediently called Feng Xingying "miracle doctor." But what I was thinking was: The master is so pitiful that he actually found such a strange woman to be his wife.
Judging from her age, she doesn't look like someone with medical skills. She still pretends to be a miracle doctor. What if her secret is exposed
Who doesn't know that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Dali Kingdom is terminally ill, and whenever he encounters a miracle doctor, he will be invited to his residence.
Fortunately, Feng Xingying kept a low profile and did not publicize her identity to the outside world. She only bought some medicinal herbs after the meal.
Then the next day, after dinner, I bought some medicinal herbs, but it was different from the first day.
After three days of this, Huangfu was finally corrected a thousand times by Feng Xingying to smooth out his title. He knew that he should call her Miracle Doctor Youying, not Junior Wife or Junior Sister Feng.
But on this day, the housekeeper of the Prince's Mansion came to the door with an old man with a white beard.
Feng Xingying invited the two of them into the courtyard and personally cooked tea to entertain them.
"What do you call the girl?" The housekeeper spoke first, with a hint of arrogance.
"Although I am a woman, I am more accustomed to being called Master Youying, and some people call me Doctor Youying." Feng Xingying took a sip of tea with a smile, looking calm and composed.
"Oh? Call yourself a master? You're not polite at all."
"Who told me that I have good medical skills, can rejuvenate people with my wonderful hands, and can heal human flesh and bones." Feng Xingying smiled coldly, but with a strong sense of confidence and domineering, which really gave people a feeling of being outside the world.
Who doesn’t know how to pretend to be a fairy? No difficulty at all.
Her mask was also customized based on this image setting, which just matched the temperament of a miracle doctor she wanted to pretend to be.
The most important thing is that Feng Xingying himself knows that his temperament is not completely fake, but a natural release.
This housekeeper has seen a lot of the world, so he can naturally tell the truth from the lies.
Therefore, he was polite to Feng Xingying, the spiritual king, took the tea cup that Feng Xingying placed in front of him, and started to drink it in small sips.
"Good tea. The quality of tea reflects the character of a person. The miracle doctor Youying is indeed different."
"You're welcome, you're welcome." Feng Xingying smiled calmly.
After tasting the tea, the old man finally couldn't help but ask: "Miracle Doctor Youying, are the medicines you took a few days ago to help people improve their physiques?"
"No." Feng Xingying shook his head.
"no?"
"I just use them to bathe my cat." Feng Xingying casually took the steamed bun into his arms. The steamed bun was clean and white, without a trace of hair, healthy and with a distinctive luster.
Originally, when he was in the Lingshan Sword Sect, Mantou was even bigger when he was walking around. After all, he was a big cat with a swollen body and could easily eat.
But now, at the request of the unscrupulous owner Feng Xingying, it has transformed into a little milk cat that is only slightly larger than a mouse. It is less bloated and a little more cute.
With so many people looking at her now, Mantou almost asked excitedly: "Am I good-looking?" Am I good-looking
You can’t ask! It is now pretending to be a pet that cannot speak. How can it speak freely
"Are those medicinal materials of yours really for pets?" The old man's face was filled with disbelief and disbelief. How could it be possible
"This is just a little hobby I have. It's not worth mentioning. It's not worth mentioning." Feng Xingying said with a smile.
After asking for advice on a few questions, the old man said with a satisfied look on his face: "I have a gracious request. I have several people here, and I would like to ask Miracle Doctor Youying to take action."