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

Chapter 264 To Go In Or Not To Go In

When Xiao Qingrang saw this, he smiled weakly and said, "Miss Wang, don't think like that. I saw that the girl was tired from the boat, so I deliberately didn't wake her up."

"Besides, what didn't help? Just now I cast a spell to suppress the evil god, but it met with fierce resistance. It was the confinement you set up earlier that cut off the evil god's escape route. It really helped a lot."

Ye Zhiyu also didn't expect that the two restrictions he set casually would have such a big effect.

It was also a mistake.

Ye Zhiyu didn't take any credit, he just asked: "Is this evil god completely suppressed now?"

Xiao Qingrang shook his head, "I can only cast a spell to suppress it temporarily. As for the method to break it..."

This black energy has been cultivated for a long time, and it has absorbed many living things. The method of cracking it requires the suppression of dragon energy. Thinking of that drop of blood, Xiao Qingrang thought that the best way is to ask Feng Wuming to come.

Seeing his hesitation, Ye Zhiyu didn't urge him, but stared at Xiao Qingrang sincerely.

Xiao Qingrang then said: "There is no way to solve it. I can probably take care of it for a while. But there are still many doubts here. If the prince is willing to come and take a look, there may be some different discoveries."

Ye Zhiyu didn't say anything. Xiao Qingrang said before that it was just a temporary suppression, but now he changed his words and said that it had been temporarily solved.

Feng Wuming was mentioned again...

Ye Zhiyu always felt that Xiao Qingrang was hiding something. There were some things that he couldn't say explicitly but could only hint to himself secretly.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhiyu looked at Xiao Qingrang.

The latter winked at her sincerely.

"okay, I get it."

Xiao Qingrang just looked at Ye Zhiyu with a smile, believing that she knew what to do next.

After Xiao Qingrang left, Ye Zhiyu and Rong'er returned to the palace together.

It happened to be lunch time.

Ye Zhiyu also struggled for a while, and finally hesitantly walked to the dining hall.

She didn't know how to convince Feng Wuming. It would be fine if he was willing, but if he didn't want to, it would be impossible to tie him up.

It's tricky.

Along the way, Ye Zhiyu was organizing his words to see how he could make Feng Wuming more accepting.

But what surprised her was that there were only two little dumplings sitting upright and looking at each other.

Feng Wuming wasn't there at all?
"Mother--" the two little dumplings called out sweetly when they saw Ye Zhiyu coming back.

Xiaofengtuan stretched out his hand and said coquettishly, "Mom, I want a hug."

Ye Zhiyu stepped forward and hugged Xiao Fengtuan.

It was supposed to be a handy move, but he accidentally pressed on the wound, causing Ye Zhiyu to gasp in pain.

"hiss--"

When Xiaofengtuan heard Ye Zhiyu's gasping sound, he was immediately frightened and did not dare to move. He only said loudly: "Mom, has Xiaofengtuan become seriously ill recently? You can't even hold Xiaofengtuan..." ...It’s better to put me down quickly.”

Ye Zhiyu gently placed Xiaofengtuan on the seat. Her injured left hand trembled slightly, but she did not open it to look at it, so as not to scare the two dumplings.

"Mom is fine, I just had a cramp." Ye Zhiyu told a lie casually. Although the two little dumplings had some doubts, they still believed it.

Back to business, Ye Zhiyu asked why Feng Wuming was not here.

Xiaojiu answered quickly this time: "Uncle Leng Lian said that he would not eat if he had something to do. The food was delivered to his study by the uncle of the housekeeper."

Nothing big happened recently, right?Where can Feng Wuming be so busy?

Ye Zhiyu was a little suspicious and asked: "Is it like this only today or every day in the past?" Xiaojiu answered without thinking: "Only today, uncle Lenglian didn't eat this morning."

Xiao Jiu lowered his voice when he said this, and said mysteriously: "But I saw the uncle housekeeper carrying a food box into the study, and indeed he came out with a basin full of blood. Uncle Leng Lian was probably injured. "

"It's really strange. Uncle Leng Lian's martial arts is so strong, who can hurt him?" Xiao Jiu said to himself.

Ye Zhiyu didn't speak, but he suddenly understood something in his heart.

She was anxious to check on Feng Wuming's condition, told the two little dumplings to eat carefully, and then turned around and went to the study.

At the door, Ye Zhiyu hesitated for a long time.

I even tore off a flower whose name I didn’t know and pulled off the petals one by one.

While tearing off the petals, he said to himself: "Go in, don't go in, go in..."

Counting to the end, he actually went in!
"I'll try again." Ye Zhiyu said, pretending to pull another flower.

"Did the geraniums at my door also offend you?"

Feng Wuming's voice came and stopped Ye Zhiyu's actions.

Ye Zhiyu was hunched over to choose flowers, but when he heard Feng Wuming's voice, he straightened up instantly.

Thinking that Feng Wuming knew what he had just done, and might even have seen it with his own eyes, Ye Zhiyu touched his nose in embarrassment.

"If you have anything to do, come in and tell me. Don't pull the flowers, they're expensive."

Ye Zhiyu became even more embarrassed when Feng Wuming said this.

He simply walked in without doing anything else.

Different from the embarrassment he imagined, Feng Wuming was sitting in front of the desk, still looking like a dignified young man, and he didn't look at all embarrassed.

Except for his pale lips due to excessive blood loss, there was no sign of injury.

"Sorry, I hurt you." Ye Zhiyu stared at Feng Wuming's bloodless lips and said seriously.

Feng Wuming's lips curved into a mocking arc, "Has Divine Doctor Wang forgotten all about the spells?"

Feng Wuming is indeed Feng Wuming, and his words are to the point.

Facing Feng Wuming's cold eyes, Ye Zhiyu wanted to refute but was speechless.

He just lowered his head and stared at the toes of his shoes.

She really forgot about such an important thing, she really shouldn't.

If you remember the spell in your mind, you should be more careful when fighting.

This means that injury may not be completely avoided.

But at least it won't be so serious...

Seeing that Ye Zhiyu didn't speak, Feng Wuming didn't continue to scold him. Instead, he said a little unnaturally, "But don't worry, I won't take this injury lightly. You won't die."

Ye Zhiyu pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled. He could tell that Feng Wuming was comforting himself, but could the comfort be any weirder?

Ye Zhiyu knew that Feng Wuming was not good at this and did not continue to make a fuss about it.He just took out the golden sore medicine he went back to the room to get.

"This was sent from the palace. I have already used up the box of golden sore medicine in the palace. I guess you have no more in stock. Just use this."

Feng Wuming had no intention of picking it up. He crossed his hands across his chest, glanced at it nonchalantly, and said disdainfully, "Do you think I need this? I'm not a little girl."

Ye Zhiyu walked around the desk to grab Feng Wuming's hand, and handed him the golden sore medicine and a jar of ointment she made that was miraculous in healing trauma.

(End of this chapter)