On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 100 Someone is borrowing the prince’s luck

Feng Wuming couldn't tell whether he woke up from the cold or the shock.

In his memory, he was still tracing the origins of those killers just a second ago.

The next second he opened his eyes, he was already in a disheveled state and was being pressed down on the bed by a woman.

Feng Wuming stared at Ye Zhiyu's sleeping face and planned out Ye Zhiyu's death method one by one in his mind.

Just wait until he gently pushed Ye Zhiyu away and put on his clothes awkwardly.

Ye Zhiyu was still lying beside the bed, showing no signs of waking up.

Feng Wuming couldn't help frowning, and just as he was about to call someone to ask for clarification, he saw Ye Jiu just opened the door and strode in.

"Who asked you to come in! Be gentle!" Feng Wuming shouted subconsciously with a breathy voice.

Ye Jiu froze on the spot, feeling a little aggrieved.

No. Your Majesty, you said the assassination was an urgent matter. Do you want to report it immediately if you find anything?

Feng Wuming put down the bed curtains, then got up and went outside with Yejiu.

Although Ye Jiu didn't know what was going on, he still honestly reported what he found.

"Fu Jingtong is unconscious near my palace?" Feng Wuming frowned and repeated.

"Yes, my subordinate saw that Mr. Fu was really dizzy, so he took it upon himself to take him back to the house." Ye Jiu carefully looked at Feng Wuming's expression.

"Did anyone else notice?"

"No," Ye Jiu shook his head, "That alley was a dead end. I don't know how Master Fu got there and suddenly fainted."

"My subordinates have also checked just now. There are no external injuries on the body of the master. It does not seem to be caused by accidental injuries by the gangsters."

Feng Wuming pondered for a long time. He and Fu Jingtong had no personal relationship. They had been officials together for several years, but their relationship with him was not as close as that of Ye Zhiyu.

But when he thought of Ye Zhiyu, Feng Wuming felt a little dissatisfied for no reason, "Then where is he now? Has he invited a doctor to come here for treatment?"

"Ah, this." Ye Jiu scratched the back of his head as he remembered, "Just now when we moved Master Fu back, the girl Mi from the Miao ethnic group took one look at it and said she could cure it, so we left him alone first. Miss Mi is in the courtyard."

Feng Wuming glared at him with hatred, "That's an official of the imperial court! You just deal with it so casually?"

Then Miss Mi is not a bad person!Ye Jiu felt that tonight was an unprecedented injustice.

The prince invited him, and he escorted him along the way.

If there is something wrong with Mi Guo, even if he doesn't notice it, can the prince still let her live in the palace and take the medicine she gives him?
But Ye Jiu also knew that there was nothing wrong with what his master said, so he just whispered, "Then I will move him back now? Where can I put him, Your Majesty?"

Feng Wuming also felt heavy-headed. Before he could think of a proper way to arrange the place, he saw Mi Guo, Shi Shiran, entering the room.

Mi Guo didn't notice the difference in the eyes of the two people in front of her, and pointed at the door, "The door is not closed. Is it okay if I come in?"

Ye Jiu was suddenly stopped by Feng Wuming. He made an omission and tiptoed away, hoping that the prince would be more respectful and forgetful of things, and punish him less.

It was just that Mi Guo's thunderous words froze his steps in place.

"My lord, your men are very lucky. Can you pick up someone from the street who can lend you your luck?"

Feng Wuming couldn't react for a moment and subconsciously asked, "What did you say?"

Mi Guo didn't know Fu Jingtong's identity, so she naturally said what she had to say, "That person obviously borrowed your luck. If the prince has noticed any discomfort recently, it should be because of this person's secret." Feng Wu Ming thought about the situation just now and realized it.

Fu Jingtong sucked his luck and fainted. Ye Zhiyu tried his best to save him, but he fainted again from exhaustion.

Feng Wuming sneered several times, and was about to order Ye Jiu to bring Fu Jingtong face to face when he heard a female voice coming from inside.

"Why does the prince smile so horribly?"

Ye Zhiyu's face still had a few red marks from being pressed while sleeping, and there was a bit of teasing in his eyes, which made Feng Wuming startled.

Ye Zhiyu was also stunned on the spot. She thought she and Feng Wuming were the only two people in the room, so she casually made fun of her.

Unexpectedly, when they got outside, they saw Ye Jiu and Mi Guo looking at him with bright eyes, wanting nothing more than to start digging a tunnel on the spot to escape.

After silently reciting it several times in his mind, as long as I am not embarrassed, the only person who will be embarrassed is others. Ye Zhiyu spoke in front of everyone's gaze.

"Haha, everyone is busy, so I won't disturb you. I'll take my leave now."

Being interrupted like this by Ye Zhiyu, Feng Wuming was not as angry as before, but still kept his voice low and gave instructions to Ye Jiu.

"Whether Fu Jingtong is awake or not, just bring him here. I would like to ask him face to face why he is so sorry for using such cruel methods on me!"

Ye Zhiyu stepped back and grabbed Ye Jiu who was about to take action after receiving the order.

"The prince just said, is it Mr. Fu, the Minister of Dali Temple?"

Feng Wuming looked at Ye Zhiyu with a gloomy expression, "Exactly, what's the genius doctor's advice?"

"How dare you talk about your high opinion in front of the prince," Ye Zhiyu laughed a few times and excused Fu Jingtong dryly, "It's just that I just heard what the prince said about borrowing luck, and I thought there might be some misunderstanding in it? "

"Master Fu is so weak that you can't borrow someone's fortune and luck to borrow his own body and shape. Your lord, you also know that this is unreasonable, right?"

Ye Jiu then nodded, "The miracle doctor is right, that Master Fu is indeed much weaker than he was a few years ago. He really doesn't have the weight of an adult man."

"But that person named Fu obviously used evil methods to borrow the prince's luck. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance." Mi Guo curled her lips.

"I'm not sure he took the risk because he knew he was going to die soon, or maybe he was obsessed and suffered a backlash."

Seeing Feng Wuming's slight change, Ye Zhiyu's expression turned cold again. He wished he could just cover Mi Guo's mouth. "Sister-in-law, please stop talking!"

She herself was so tired that she fainted just to get rid of the evil spirit. How could she not know?

Now that he knew that the source of the evil spirit might be Fu Jingtong, Ye Zhiyu did not dare to use Feng Wuming's hands to find out the various reasons.

She had also seen Feng Wuming's methods before. If Fu Jingtong really had to be interrogated by his methods, his body that could barely hold on would probably die if he could not hold on for a few days.

On the one hand, he didn't want Feng Wuming to be charged with lynching a court official to death, and on the other hand, he couldn't just let Fu Jingtong risk his death. Ye Zhiyu's brain was spinning rapidly.

Ye Zhiyu secretly winked at Mi Guo and spoke slowly, "Master Fu is an honest official and does not care about fame and fortune. I think the prince has been an official in the same dynasty for several years, so he should know better than me."

"He is somewhat practical, so what?"

"In this case, even if Mr. Fu borrows luck, it is not for the future of gold and silver, but for fate."

Ye Zhiyu carefully looked at Feng Wuming's expression, gritted his teeth and said, "But the prince is seriously ill and will die soon. It is known to the whole capital. Even if Mr. Fu borrows luck, he can't borrow the prince's head." Come on."

(End of this chapter)