"Yes." After the two guards finished speaking, one of them supported Li Feihuan, trying to drag her into the room.
Although Li Feihuan was weak and had no strength at all, he kept yelling, "Feng, Fenghuang, wait for me, I won't let you go! You vicious woman!"
Li Xiangren looked at her with snot hanging on her face, she had no strength and still acted fiercely, feeling a little bit impatient.
If I knew this earlier, why did I do it in the first place
Fenghuang watched her being dragged in by the guards until she disappeared inside, the shouts still circling in the yard.
Yinhuan: "Princess, let's go back. This servant will change you into clean clothes. This side concubine Li is too disgusting. It's so naive to think of such a way to infect you."
"Let's go." After walking a few steps, Fenghuang suddenly turned his head, "Old Li, her disease won't really infect me, right?"
Li Xiangren stroked his beard, "In fact, it's not that easy to contagious, but if you're worried, I'll make you a prescription later, and you'll be fine after drinking it once."
Phoenix nodded.
When the three of them reached the gate of the courtyard, Fenghuang stopped, pointed to a guard and said, "Someone come and remove him for me, and replace him with another guard. There is no need for people who are not loyal to the master here."
"yes."
The guard who announced loudly at the door just now opened his eyes wide, unable to believe that he had been discovered.
He screamed desperately, "You are wronged, Wangfei, you are wronged by the villain!"
"Wronged? My old lady has never missed anyone, dragged on, and kicked out of the palace."
Li Xiangren looked at the guard who was taken away in surprise, and then at Fenghuang, "Girl, you have good eyesight."
"That guard did it too clearly."
Fenghuang turned his head, "By the way, Lao Li, I see that during this period of time, the prince's illness has been repeated repeatedly without any improvement. What's going on?"
Li Xiangren stared at her side face for a few seconds, and said immediately, "My lord's illness has always been like this, and I can suppress it, but I can't get better after thinking about it. It will always be like this back and forth."
"But aren't you a miracle doctor? Can a small cough be cured?" Fenghuang asked strangely.
"Ahem, what's the matter?" Li Xiangren hesitated, as if he didn't really want to discuss this issue.
"I understand!" Fenghuang jumped up suddenly, "Actually, are you just a charlatan who came here to cheat food and drink?"
Li Xiangren was startled at first, and then burst out laughing, this girl is really funny, how can a quack doctor escape the prince's eyes and hang around in the palace for so long without being discovered
"Girl, I said you are too funny, hahaha." Li Xiangren avoided talking about the topic just now, and laughed and laughed.
"I don't care, you can't just sit here, and the prince's illness has not improved at all, otherwise be careful and I won't recognize him." Fenghuang said half-jokingly and half-seriously.
In the evening, after dinner, Fenghuang and Yang Yanjing talked about Li Feihuan today, but Yang Yanjing just nodded and didn't ask questions.
The two chatted without saying a word, and after a while, Yang Yanjing's cough broke out again.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough."
"My lord!" Fenghuang called out, "Yinxiang, when will the lord's medicine be delivered tonight!"
"Princess, the medicine is almost ready, the villain will go to the kitchen and bring the medicine here."
Fenghuang got up, walked to the teacher's chair where Yang Yanjing was reading, and gently helped him relax.
"Cough cough! Cough cough,"
He covered his mouth with one hand, and the other hand was still resting on the pages of an open book.
"My lord, can I ask a question, how long have you been sick?"
"I don't remember, cough, cough, it started when I was very young."
Since childhood...
"Even the people of Li Xiang have nothing to do with your illness, so they can only suppress him?"
"Cough, cough, what?"
"I'm worried about your illness. Although it's just a cough, it's still the same for so long. It's neither good nor bad. It's really worrying."
Yang Yanjing raised her head and glanced at Fenghuang, "Princess, don't worry, I have survived all these years, so I don't care about this moment."
Fenghuang could see that Yang Yanjing didn't really want to discuss this topic, so she stopped talking.
After drinking the medicine, Fenghuang Fuyang Yanjing went back to his room to rest, and then called Yinxiang to the study for questioning.
"Yin Xiang, Doctor Li in the mansion, how many years have you been in the palace?"
"It's been three years since I returned to the princess."
"Other palaces have imperial doctors sent by the palace, but the prince didn't use it. Instead, he invited Dr. Li to the palace. Do you know why?"
"Doctor Li's medical skills are superb, the prince invited him into the mansion, of course it is to cure cough."
"However, it has been three years, and the prince's cough is still the same. It's not bad, it's as if it has never been cured. Don't you think it's strange?"
"Back to the princess, the slave came to the mansion to serve the prince very early. The prince has been suffering from this disease before. The slave is used to it, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong. He thinks it is a disease that is difficult to cure."
"The prince never mentioned his illness to you?"
"My lord, although sometimes the prince will talk to the servants about something, but the prince's cough has never been mentioned."
It seems that Yinxiang is not clear about what is going on with Yang Yanjing's illness.
Li Xiangren, an old urchin, seems to know something, but he likes to play sloppy. Or, these are Yang Yanjing's orders, and he won't let them say
Until then, Fenghuang vaguely felt that there were some secrets about Yang Yanjing that she didn't know.
Just when she first entered the palace, the discord between him and his concubine mother was also felt by her keen judgment.
It seems that Yang Yanjing's condition is not that simple.
After Yang Yanjing came back from the morning court, he went directly to the study. Fenghuang was one step ahead of him, and he was already reading Unofficial History in the study.
Yang Yanjing was surprised, "Did the concubine come to read the book so early?"
"Master, good morning." Fenghuang smiled, showing his big white teeth.
Surprised, Yang Yanjing walked to the desk calmly and sat down.
"Princess, if you have anything to say, just tell me, the king knows it, and I will tell you."
Fenghuang was stunned for a second, then thought, it seems that Yang Yanjing is not simple, as expected he grew up in the palace.
"My lord." Fenghuang still smiled, stood up, and walked to Yang Yanjing's side, "My concubine is concerned about your health. Recently, I see that my lord's illness keeps coming back and forth. Don't you feel anxious."
Fenghuang wanted to see how Yang Yanjing would answer.
"My king's illness has always been like this, I'm used to it, and I've been drinking medicine for many years." Yang Yanjing replied solemnly.
Wait, how come this answer is the same as what Yinxiang said, almost the same meaning, it seems to be discussed, very official answer.
"The courtiers and concubines are anxious to see, the prince won't let the doctor take a good look?"
"This king's illness is not trivial, so he asked Dr. Li to come into the mansion and take care of him slowly. There is no need to rush this matter."
Fenghuang was still worried, she had to inquire about this matter.
"Princess, are you okay today?"
"Ah? The lord called me?" Fenghuang snapped back to his senses.
Damn, when she was thinking about things, she was in a daze and lost her mind, and she never got over it.
"You, claiming to be a concubine today..." In fact, the first time Fenghuang said this, Yang Yanjing's goosebumps arose, and she said it in the tone of a little woman on purpose. With a face like his, Bingshan couldn't help it.
"Chenqie..." Fenghuang looked at him wronged, but with Shangyang Yanjing's eyes, she suddenly woke up.
"Ahem, my lord, it's good that you're fine. I'm just worried today. Come here and ask. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
Before Yang Yanjing could speak, Fenghuang rubbed the soles of his feet with oil and slipped out the door.
Yang Yanjing smiled and shook her head, and came to the recliner where she was reading just now, and saw a book of unofficial history on it, the pages were still curled up.
Fenghuang walked out of the study and went straight to the courtyard where she lived, she wanted to go out.
Finding Yinhuan who was pruning flower branches, Fenghuang told her that if anyone came to Fenghuang, they would say that she was resting and that it was inconvenient to see guests.
Afterwards, Fenghuang found a set of men's clothing, changed into it, and quietly went out through the back door.
In Yang Yanjing's study, Yinxiang stood by the desk.
"You mean, the princess asked you about my king's condition today?"
"Yes, my lord."
"How did you answer that?"
"The servant said, the prince has been sick for many years, and he has been treating it all the time, and he is used to it... I will answer according to what you taught me."
Yang Yanjing's face darkened instantly, he and Yin Xiang said exactly the same. Fenghuang was so clever and quick-witted, he knew there was a problem as soon as he heard it.
It seems that she began to doubt his condition.
"Is the princess disguised as a man and going out?"
"Yes, the concubine went out through the back door. My lord, do you want to send a few people to follow behind to protect the concubine?"
Immediately, the image of Fenghuang hugging him appeared in Yang Yanjing's mind. He was about to say no, but then he thought, after all, she is a woman, so he nodded, "Let the two of you follow behind, and you can take action at any time if you have something to do."
"yes."
Fenghuang left the Seventh Prince's Mansion, walked slowly, and came to the street outside.
ah! Wearing men's clothes is refreshing and neat, not sloppy at all, unlike women's clothes, the skirts are long and fluttering, and she has to be careful not to trip easily.
As if the soles of Fenghuang's feet were loaded with springs, he came to the street outside.
When she came out this time, she wanted to find a famous doctor in the capital to inquire about Yang Yanjing's condition.
As soon as Fenghuang appeared on the streets of the capital, it became the focus of everyone's attention.
This is not surprising, she was born beautiful, with her outstanding temperament, coupled with the aura brought by her background as an agent, everyone was attracted by her every move.
It's early summer now, although the street is lively, there are not a few people who noticed her.
Fenghuang was dressed in a light blue scholar's blouse, with his hair tied up, walking gracefully on the bustling streets of the capital.
The vendors on the street, the customers in the nearby restaurants, and the passers-by all began to be curious about her identity.