While she was pouring the porridge, Guan Xilin came to the bedside and carefully helped Feng Xiao up so that Feng Jiu could feed him the porridge.
She brought the cooked porridge to the bedside, blew it to cool it down before feeding him, saying, "Daddy, this has spiritual fluid added to it. In addition to restoring the damaged internal organs, it can also restore physical strength and stabilize the breath in the body. Come on, be careful of the heat."
The old man watched Feng Jiu taking care of her carefully, and couldn't help but smile and nodded secretly.
Who says only boys are good
Who says that only men can carry the glory of the family
Whatever men can do, women can do as well, and even better!
Even though his Feng Mansion's direct lineage only had one child, Feng girl, he didn't have to worry about the child since she was young, and being filial to her elders was a given. Now that this incident had happened in the Feng Mansion, if it were a man, he would probably not be able to withstand the pressure and would be at a loss.
But she, a girl of only sixteen years old, took it all on her own, propped up the entire Feng Mansion with her delicate shoulders, and provided a support for them.
Thinking of this, he felt a lot of emotions, both proud and distressed.
"Daddy, please get some more sleep!"
Feng Jiu said softly, and after feeding him a bowl of porridge, she asked Guan Xilin to lay him down to rest, leaving Leng Hua alone to watch over him, and the three of them left the room.
"Grandpa, brother, let's go to my yard and chat for a while!" She said, looking at the two of them.
"Okay." The two responded and nodded.
Feng Jiu looked at Luo Yu and the others in the courtyard and said, "You guys stay in the courtyard! No one else is allowed to enter the room without my permission."
Several people looked at each other and responded in a deep voice: "Yes!"
After instructing Fengwei to guard the yard, several people went to her courtyard together.
On the other side, in the palace.
Murong Bo returned to the palace and looked at the two old men standing in the hall. He asked hesitantly, "What do you think? Is Feng Xiao really unconscious and a living dead?" It's not that he was suspicious, but this matter seemed a little unbelievable to him.
They thought Feng Xiao was going to die, but the black market actually sent him a life-saving drug that saved his life. Another thing was that they thought he would wake up after being saved, but unexpectedly he fell into a coma and became a living dead.
Although this was a good thing for them, for some reason they still felt a sense of inexplicable irritation and uneasiness in their hearts.
The two old men in the hall looked at each other, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Lord, Feng Xiao was hit by one of our palms each. At that time, we used nearly 70% of our strength. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago. Only this Feng Xiao could have survived until now. But we believe that even if he didn't die, he would be almost dead. After all, his five internal organs must have been damaged after being hit by two palms! Even gods can't save him!"
Murong Bo might have just wanted to get some confirmation from them and to feel relieved. Hearing the two of them say this, he finally put his mind at ease.
"Yes, I think so too." He nodded and smiled: "Thank you for your hard work these past two days."
"It is our honor to share the king's worries, but..."
The two men paused and hesitated slightly, looking like they had something to say but didn't know whether they should say it or not.