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

Chapter 170 Failure in Recruitment
Fu Jingtong breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could remove his strength, Feng Wuming continued talking on his own.

"It is a rare opportunity like today. I, the King, might as well open the sky and speak openly with Mr. Fu. At present, the Queen Mother controls the government, and the Shen family is getting bigger day by day. The day your Majesty cannot rule alone, the people in the court will not be at peace."

"If things go on like this, I don't need to elaborate on what the outcome will be. Master Fu is a smart man and can naturally figure it out."

Feng Wuming said it matter-of-factly, and Fu Jingtong heard it, but a trace of bitterness overflowed from his lips.

"According to the prince's words, the rebellious and unethical things that the prince did were all forced by the situation, all for the sake of the country, and had no selfish motives at all?"

Feng Wuming frowned, "If the water is clear, there will be no fish. I can't say that Feng has a clear conscience by acting like this, but I can definitely guarantee that he took the risk of losing his head to help His Majesty."

After a pause, his tone softened slightly, and Feng Wuming spoke again.

"Since Mr. Fu dares to ask this question, he must be thinking of your majesty. Since you and I have the same purpose, why don't you just help me now, Mr. Fu? First, eliminate the chaos in the palace and relieve your majesty's worries, and then we can work on our own affairs. Making plans?”

Although Fu Jingtong had noticed Feng Wuming's boldness in the forced palace, he never expected that Feng Wuming would dare to recruit him for his use after his plan was exposed like this?
Fu Jingtong was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. He held it in for a long time, but couldn't think of anything tactful to say.He could only shake his head with a heavy face, "Although the purpose is the same, the prince's method is too much! I'm sorry, it's hard for me to serve."

"Is it possible that Mr. Fu is still determined to stick to your status as a pure minister?" Feng Wuming asked back as if mockingly.

Fu Jingtong was even more speechless. If it weren't for Feng Wuming's list, how could he have followed the clues and obtained the evidence that Feng Wuming had stationed troops? How could he possibly be in such a confrontation with Feng Wuming now?
Without waiting for Fu Jingtong to answer, Feng Wuming waved his hand, "I don't want to force others to do anything. Since Master Fu has no intention, just pretend that I didn't say anything just now. Take good care of yourself and take care of yourself."

After leaving Fu Jingtong's bedroom on his own, there was no sign of Ye Zhiyu. Feng Wuming was a little unhappy at first, but immediately his face became colder, and he called out to the servant who was beside him in a deep voice.

"Where is your housekeeper? Have you seen the woman who came here with me today?"

The servant had obviously seen Ye Zhiyu's power. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the path leading to the back garden, "I just saw the housekeeper accompanying the miracle doctor to the yard. Did the prince ask someone to lead the way?"

"No need." Feng Wuming's frown deepened.

In the palace, she was not interested in the landscaping of the courtyard. Why was she constantly thinking of excuses to leave the palace, just to go to other people's mansions to visit the gardens?

Completely forgetting that Ye Zhiyu was forced to come out to kill time because he had to discuss with Fu Jingtong, Feng Wuming strode towards the direction indicated by the servant.

After walking a few steps, I saw Ye Zhiyu dozing off on the swing.

Feng Wuming knew that Ye Zhiyu had always been deviant, but he didn't expect that she could even sit on a swing differently from other women.

I saw her legs stretched straight on the seat board, her body leaning on one side of the rope, and the other end hooked with her feet.

Even in such a difficult position, she did not forget to let the swing perform its original function. She did not know where to exert her strength, swinging the swing back and forth, which made people sweat uncontrollably, fearing that it would fall down if it became unstable. .

She herself was leaning on the only rope behind her, squinting her eyes contentedly, dozing off under the fragrance of a tree.

I have to admit that what Wen Baoshu said is actually right. The woman in front of her is indeed an ordinary country woman, and she even has a bit of savagery in her behavior.

Feng Wuming felt that this could not be regarded as love in the eyes of others. After all, in her eyes, Wang Xiao'e still looked as if she had no salt. Even her eyes, which she thought were pretty in the past, were now narrowed. Two narrow slits.

But he just felt that the person in front of him was inexplicably pleasing to the eye, maybe because it was so pleasing to the eye, and he had a sense of beauty out of nothing. Startled by his own thoughts, Feng Wuming shook his head and dismissed the nonsense in his mind. Shaking off the thought, he coughed lightly.

Ye Zhiyu slowly opened his eyes and rubbed them. When he saw Feng Wuming coming, he just said hello lazily.

"The prince and Mr. Fu have reached an agreement?"

"It's not a good deal," Feng Wuming held the swing rope with one hand, "Why, did you come too early to disturb the miracle doctor's rest?"

"Don't disturb, don't disturb." Ye Zhiyu said this, but slowly closed his eyes again.I don’t know if it’s because it’s too comfortable here, or if she really doesn’t take herself seriously.

Feng Wuming's hand tightened on the rope. Seeing Ye Zhiyu's peaceful expression, he hesitated for a moment and finally put down his hand.

When he spoke again, his tone was cold again, "Don't sleep. Are you going to take the carriage back home?"

Ye Zhiyu then slowly got up from the swing as if he was suffering from rickets, and followed Feng Wuming out of Fu Mansion.

When leaving, only the old housekeeper was there to see him off. It would be impossible for Ye Zhiyu not to murmur in his heart.

The poisonous poison in Fu Jingtong's body was not very powerful, so someone like her who had never studied the poison technique could easily get rid of it.

It stands to reason that the poisonous insect did not penetrate deeply into the body, so it would not have much impact. As long as it was taken out, there would be no further trouble.

So what exactly did Feng Wuming have in secret with Fu Jingtong, so that they "didn't reach a good agreement" again, and made Fu Jingtong not even send his savior away?
Looking at Feng Wuming's expression, Ye Zhiyu was having a headache as to how to speak so that Feng Wuming could tell her exactly what they were talking about. Unexpectedly, Feng Wuming spoke before her.

"Did you know that the 'miracle doctor' in Beijing has become famous these days?"

"Really?" Ye Zhiyu was quite embarrassed, "I haven't gone out to see a doctor in the past few days, so why have I become so famous?"

Feng Wuming glanced at her and said, "The miracle doctor I'm talking about is not you."

"Then who are you talking about?" Ye Zhiyu immediately became angry. Stealing someone's job is like killing their parents. How could she bear this!

Seeing that Ye Zhiyu was so excited that his eyes widened a bit, as if he wanted to ask for an explanation, Feng Wuming coughed lightly and then continued:
"The 'miraculous doctor' I spoke of has only come to Beijing in the past few days. If it's convenient for you, go and get some medicine for me."

inconvenient!Ye Zhiyu immediately wanted to refuse, but looking at Feng Wuming's expression, he spoke with some hesitation.

"What disease does the prince want to cure when he asks for medicine?"

"You should know my king's body better than me." Feng Wuming seemed to chuckle.

"What disease do you think is most important to my health right now?"

(End of this chapter)