"Your Highness, can I come in?" Feng Xingying knocked on the door politely.
Prince Nangongjing could already memorize Feng Xingying's voice, and quickly responded subconsciously: "Please call the miracle doctor quickly."
Feng Xingying knew that the prince was a patient, so he pushed the door open and went in without him opening the door.
At this time, the prince was sitting at his desk, drawing a picture in detail.
It was a picture of a lotus, which was very vivid.
At this point, the critical point had been reached. After the prince finished a few strokes, he put the painting aside, turned around and smiled apologetically at Feng Xingying:
"I've kept the miracle doctor waiting for a long time."
"Soon, the porridge is still cold, and it's just right in your mouth."
"Thank you, miracle doctor." The prince politely took the medicine and porridge, full of hope in his heart.
Feng Xingying rarely gave him hard medicine. He would either give him exquisite medicinal diet, or use methods such as soaking in hot springs, acupuncture, and massage.
Feng Xingying even generously taught the housekeeper a set of simple daily massage techniques so that the housekeeper could help the prince recover every day.
In fact, Feng Xingying was lazy, but in the eyes of the prince, he was generous, and he was willing to spread such a mysterious method.
Moreover, the housekeeper was forced by the prince to swear not to spread the news.
Feng Xingying herself doesn't care about these things. Massage techniques are not the core content of her medical skills. They are just for health care and promoting blood circulation. It is useless to spread them to other healthy people.
Nowadays, spiritual beings use their spiritual power to regulate their blood vessels. It is not uncommon for massage methods to be effective only for ordinary people.
The prince drank half of his porridge and found Feng Xingying's eyes falling on his paintings. He quickly asked humbly:
"Xiao Wang has been in good spirits recently. He drew a random painting and asked the master for guidance."
"Okay, since you have eaten so much spiritual beast meat recently, I will give you some pointers." The words were obviously polite, but Feng Xingying started talking without being polite at all:
"This painting of His Royal Highness is probably intended to be given to a woman, right? The lotus root is pink in color, the lotus seeds are green, and there is a touch of gold in every grain, which shows how much the painter loves lotus.
The painting of the prince should be about hiding a heart in the painting and wanting to express his love for the woman. "
"Master Youying is brilliant!" The prince was stunned by Feng Xingying's knowledge. Can she understand such a painting
"It's a pity." Feng Xingying suddenly fell silent.
"What's a pity?"
"Wait until you finish eating."
Girl, do you know that hanging on to someone like this can make people crazy
The prince had no choice. He was a miracle doctor, so he could only drink the porridge first and secretly speed up.
Fortunately, the miracle doctor didn't care what speed he used, only whether he finished eating.
"It's finished, Master, please tell me."
"Yes." Feng Xingying nodded: "Although your heart is full, the other party may not be able to understand it."
In your words? The King also knows it! But what can I do
"How can I, a sick and good-for-nothing, be qualified to stand up to others?" The prince sat on the bed dejectedly.
"Ouhe, Ouhe, this painting of His Royal Highness should be given to Princess Ouhe, right?"
"Yes, it's a pity..." The prince did not hide it. The whole family knew that the prince longed for Princess Ouhe and sent people to give gifts to Princess Ouhe all day long.
All these things were planned by the prince himself.
It can only be said that this prince has brains, means, and shamelessness. If it were not for his poor health, he would definitely be able to play the court.
Feng Xingying narrowed his eyes and smiled: "If I were you, I wouldn't give you this painting."
"Then what will you do?" the prince asked curiously.
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