Turn around with his hand and stand in front of Meng Yuqi.
"As you said, the prince hasn't had any news about Fenyou yet?"
"Not bad." He replied in a deep voice.
"Then, that genius doctor named Mo Bingxian, do you have news?" There was a trace of expectation in his eyes, and he raised his eyes to Meng Yuqi.
"The notice has been posted for four days, but there is still no movement." He said, his eyes sank slightly.
Hearing this, Lin Fuhuai's eyes inevitably flashed disappointment, and then lightly sighed: "Is it because the reward of silver is too low? Why, try doubling the basis."
"Okay, go and do it right now, boy!"
Looking at the figure of Meng Qiyu leaving, his face is even more solemn. Xiang'er has been in a coma since he woke up last time. Ordinary quack doctors are helpless, and Fen You still has no information. So far, he can only pin all his hopes on the jade-faced genius doctor.
In the central streets of the capital city, people come and go, cries, carts and horses like dragons, a prosperous scene.
In this central street, tall buildings stand on both sides, street shops are everywhere, and there are endless teahouses and pubs.
On a bulletin board on the street, a dim piece of paper took up the center position. It was big and eye-catching. At this time, many people were watching and discussing.
But seeing a two-floor teahouse across the street from the bulletin board, the door was wide open, and many tea guests came in and out, and went up along the door sign. There was a white figure on the open-air balcony extending from the second floor of the teahouse. Sitting directly on the cyan stone fence of the terrace, the pure white clothes that did not stain a trace of dust hung down, being blown by the wind, light and casual.
The owner of the clothes, sitting on the stage with knees bent, casually picked up the cup on the coffee table beside him, took a sip, and smacked his mouth, seemingly very pleasant.
When I put the cup back a few times, I don’t know when there was a green jade flute in my hand, and the jade flute with ink silk reflected in the transparent and unobstructed, it turned leisurely, his left hand propped to the rear, his eyes from all around. , Turned around casually and looked at the bulletin board that was surrounded by people not far away.
The sun was drunk on his face, and his fair skin was better than a girl. In his eyes, as bright as a pool of water, were shining like stars, but in comparison, the facial features of that face were shining. It's more ordinary.
Watching the people coming and going at his feet casually, and glanced at the ink characters on the bulletin board, the jade flute in his hand kept on, but Canruo Xingchen's eyes suddenly flashed with a sly silver, the pink thin Lips slightly aroused.
"This is almost the same." He whispered softly, the Yu Xiao in his hand suddenly stopped, and was firmly held in the slender and white hand, with a smile on his face, his eyes retracted, his body shape turned, he was agile He jumped off the balcony floor, with his left hand behind him, his pace was unrestrained and unrestrained, and it seemed very good to look at his mood.
That night, a silver dart suddenly swished out of the air and nailed it directly into a door frame guarding the ears of the guard at the entrance of the hall. When the guard turned his head in shock and saw it, only one dart was carrying it. A folded letter, fixed on the door frame.
"There is an assassin!" Another gatekeeper reacted, and after exclaiming, he chased directly in the direction where the dart came.
The surprised soldier hurriedly pulled out the silver dart, turned and ran away.
In the study room of the General's Mansion, a slightly excited voice sounded: "Great, Xianger is saved, ha ha..."
Lin Fuhuai's eyes flashed with excitement, and he held Meng Yuqi's arm.
Meng Yuqi raised his eyes and looked at the joy in his eyes, and his tight lips opened blankly: "Foster father, the genius doctor promised the first condition for treatment, how should we deal with it?"
Hearing this, Lin Fuhuai smiled slightly, revealing some thoughts.
In my heart, he secretly scolded this man as an evildoer, and even the skin outside the wound on his arm was smooth and moisturized, with delicate skin and tender flesh.
"..." she said, but she didn't get any response.
This made her look up strangely, but she was suddenly frightened. That handsome face was now less than a centimeter away from her own.
"What are you doing so close?" She leaned back, a little dissatisfied.
Hearing this, Teng Kun's long and narrow eyes revealed a touch of evil, and he moved closer, lowering his voice and said: "Then why are you so close just now?"
Hearing that, she was embarrassed for an instant, three black lines hung on her forehead, and replied in abdominal language: "I don't want to figure out why a man is so thin and tender, it is not scientific."
"Haha..." With a dry laugh, she chuckled a little evasively, slid off the side of the bed, kept her distance from him, and opened the topic: "I have already given you the medicine. The gauze is here. Wrap yourself!" Throwing a roll of white yarn next to him, she turned and sat on the edge of her floor.
Although they stayed in the same room every day, Qi Ziyan moved to a wooden platform to lay the floor on the grounds that he was injured and could not catch the cold. Teng Kun did not use any tough methods because he already knew that Qi Ziyan’s temper was not him. Whatever you say, you will be obedient.
Qi Ziyan left with disapproval, making Teng Kun a little uncomfortable: "This king has inconvenient hands and feet, how can I bandage myself?"
"The slave maid will take care of the prince!" As soon as he finished his voice, he saw Yumei step forward.
"Yumei, come over here!" Qi Ziyan was obviously dissatisfied with her behavior, so she pretended to be angry and ordered.
"Uh... yes..." Miss is the master she has been serving after all.
Just as Teng Kun wanted to say something more, Butler Xu's knock on the door sounded outside.
"Come in." Then, he glanced at Qi Ziyan angrily and said in a low voice.
Steward Xu came in and gave a salute.
"It will be late at night, what do you want to do with this king?" Teng Kun asked, raising his eyes.
"In return to the prince, the old slave is here to find the princess and empress."
Qi Ziyan, who was eating a piece of pastry, was a little surprised and said, "Look for me?"
"Yes, Empress Wang, please follow the old slave. Marshal Lin is already waiting for you in the living room."
"Marshal Lin?" When I heard that it was Lin Fuhuai who came to look for him specially, not only was Teng Kun a little surprised, but Qi Ziyan was also a little confused.
"Marshal Lin and Qi Ziyan have never had anything to do with each other. Why do you suddenly visit her today?" Teng Kun got out of bed and came to the front of Steward Xu.
"In response to the prince, the old slave is not quite sure what's going on, just seeing the marshal's expression a little anxious, it must be something to find the princess and empress!" Xu Guanjia was a little embarrassed.
In a hurry to find yourself? She and Lin Wushuai seemed to have had a bar together at Teng Kun’s birthday banquet? What can he do to find himself
"Forget it, since that's the case, I'll go, butler Xu, bandage your prince."
"Yes, the old slave knows."
Seeing him respond, Qi Ziyan put on her coat and left.
"Qi Ziyan..." Teng Kun wanted to follow her footsteps, but was blocked by Butler Xu: "Master, if you want to go, please bandage the wound before you go!"
Frowning and looking at Steward Xu, Teng Kun sat back on the bedside reluctantly: "Pack faster, this king wants to know what uncle will do if he finds her!"
"Okay, Lord."
Following Yumei's follow, Qi Ziyan straightened her appearance before turning into the corridor of the living room.
Stepping inside, I saw the middle-aged man in a black brocade robe pacing a little in the hall.
In a blink of an eye I saw her coming over, and quickly stopped and bowed her head: "Old man, I have seen the princess and empress."
Putting away the doubts in her eyes, Qi Ziyan smiled generously and said: "Uncle's polite, please get up." As she said, she stretched out her hand to help him.
Upon hearing the sound, Lin Fuhuai thanked him, "Thank you, Niang Niang."
"Uncle, please take a seat!" She stretched out her hand and motioned.
"Uh, good."
"Yumei, get your tea ready." The visitor is a well-known figure in the officialdom. Although she has a chance to drink, Qi Ziyan still tries her best to put on a dignified posture that a princess should have.
"Yes."
"Niangniang doesn't have to bother. Actually, the old man came here today and wanted to ask Niangniang for help." Lin Fuhuai said with respect to her face.
"I just entered the hall, and I saw my uncle pacing back and forth at a glance. He seemed a little anxious. I don't know, what makes uncle so uneasy?"
Lin Fuhuai looked awkward, hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Wang Niangmao, about the strange poison in the little girl's body, she should have heard of it too?"
"Well, it's just because of the inconvenience to go out these days, I haven't been able to see the princess. I hope my uncle will forgive me." Could it be that he hasn't visited since Lin Xiang was poisoned
"Uh, no, no, that's not what the old man meant. What the old man wants to say is that Xiang'er's poison has never been cured, and he is unconscious. Later, he finally heard that there was a genius doctor in the imperial city. People went to invite him, and until today, he agreed to come for treatment, but the prerequisite is..." He said, looking at her even more embarrassed, and hesitated.
"The genius doctor? Is that the guy named Mo Bingxian?" She opened her eyes wide, a little excited.
"Yes, the genius doctor said that he could try to work out the antidote for the little girl, but it will take some time to adjust the medicine. During this period, he hopes that the mother can beat him by yourself..." He said, he looked a little embarrassed. she was.
"Fight?" This condition sounds ridiculous! !
She thought she was hearing a hallucination, but when she remembered the face that would never blush, she accepted it a little.
What does he want to do? Although she herself doesn't care about the title of princess, what about Marshal Lin? He was so blatant and pointed out his surname, so that a dignified princess and empress would fight for him? What would Marshal Lin think
"The princess and empress..... I am sorry for the old man to talk too much, but the old man really wants to know, what is the relationship between you and the genius doctor?" Lin Fuhuai asked out as he was thinking about it.
"Uh, I don't know him, why did he do this, I really can't guess this." She smiled embarrassedly.
"Oh, that's it..." Lin Fuhuai saw that the light in her eyes didn't seem to be a lie, but she smiled to relieve her embarrassment.
"The request of the genius doctor is just this?"
"In response to the princess, the genius doctor clearly stated in the letter that if it weren't for you, he would not show up, and the old man was really helpless, so he came to ask the empress, hoping that the princess could see the face of the old man and save the little girl Xianger. , Now the old man can pin all his hopes on you." He said, and suddenly got up, seeming to be kneeling, Qi Ziyan was slightly startled, and quickly got up to support his figure.
"Don't do this... Get up first... ."
"The princess, the old lady knows that this makes you very embarrassed, and it sounds ridiculous, but the old lady really hopes that the little girl will wake up soon, so that he pleads with you so that the princess will be fulfilled."
"Uncle, as Xiang'er's wife, I naturally hope that Xiang'er can recover sooner, but I need to discuss this matter with the prince."
"What do you want to discuss with this king?" She just finished her words, and saw Teng Kun walked in violently.
"Weichen has seen the prince." Seeing him walking to the front, Lin Fuhuai looked straight and saluted.