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

Chapter 3
If he had spiritual power, Feng Wuming could be cured by applying a disease-repelling charm.

But since time travel, her spiritual power has gradually disappeared, and now she can't even make the simplest talisman.

It must be that the original owner's spiritual roots were too weak. Not only could she not be able to withstand so much spiritual power, but it was also of no avail for her to practice again over the years.

Fortunately, she still knows medical skills. Once she is cured and Feng Wuming gets the reward, she can take Xiaofeng Tuan and Xiaojiu back to the countryside to live a happy life.

Now, we can only seal his heart veins first and then use medicine to stop the pain.

She put down the little phoenix ball, stepped forward, passed the mighty general, and lifted the gauze bed curtain.

"you!"

Just as General Mighty reacted to stop him, Ye Zhiyu quickly tapped Feng Wuming a few times.

Feng Wuming's eyes were sullen, and his thin lips opened slightly. Just as he was about to speak, a pill was stuffed into his mouth.

"Bold woman!"

The mighty general's eyes widened, he drew his whip and was about to hit someone.

"Don't hit my mother!" Xiaojiu and Xiaofengtuan ran over and hugged the mighty general's thighs, hitting him with fists like small steamed buns, which were similar to tickling a kitten.

Ye Zhiyu pulled the two little guys away and protected them behind him.

The guards broke in and surrounded them.

The bed curtain was lifted, Feng Wuming's face regained some of its dignity, and he ordered in a deep voice, "Everyone, get out."

"Your Majesty, you..." The old doctor was surprised.

"Could it be that the goddess doctor's medicine has miraculous effects? It actually allowed the prince to control the poison and regain his vitality! If this is true, I am really ashamed..." The imperial doctor said with shame.

Xiao Feng Tuan blinked her grape-like eyes and said in a sweet voice, "My mother is a miracle doctor. She can cure you no matter how difficult it is. Grandpa, don't be sad. I'll let my mother teach you~"

"Feng Tuanzi, don't talk nonsense!" Ye Zhiyu was angry.

The old doctor stiffly tugged at the corners of his lips, stood up and cupped his hands and said, "The little girl is right, a doctor is boundless. I hope you will give me some advice."

Ye Zhiyu responded awkwardly and pulled Feng Tuanzi behind him.

"It seems you are really capable." Feng Wuming locked his eyes on Ye Zhiyu and noticed the two little dolls sticking their heads out from behind her.

My heart trembled.The boy was actually [-]% similar to him when he was a child, and the girl was also well-behaved and cute.

It makes people feel inexplicably friendly.

"Although the prince is poisoned by a strange poison, it is not incurable. The medicine passed down from the ancestors of the common people can cure all poisons. As long as the prince takes the medicine on time, recovery will be around the corner." Ye Zhiyu answered in a different voice.

"In that case, you will stay and help me diagnose my illness every day." Feng Wuming withdrew his gaze.

"Thank you for your appreciation, Your Majesty. But..." Ye Zhiyu took out the contract, "I have to sign a contract when I treat patients. The patient must cooperate throughout the treatment, and a deposit must be paid first."

Feng Wuming said nothing and raised his hand to sign his name.

Ye Zhiyu also wrote the three characters "Wang Xiao'e" in a few strokes.

Feng Wuming glanced away inadvertently, but his eyes were fixed.

This handwriting... is so familiar!

The "husband" in the word "doctor" on the deed is exactly the same as the writing on the wall six years ago.

Look at the woman in front of her again, her face is covered by gauze, only her eyes are exposed.

Weird.

Feng Wuming's eyes darkened, anger welling up in his chest.

He set fire to the palace six years ago, and he dared to come back openly six years later!

Ye Zhiyu signed and raised his head.

The veil on my face was pulled off.

The smoky purple gauze fell to the ground silently like cicada wings.

"My lord, what are you doing?!"

The face of the ordinary village woman was frightened and slightly red.

(End of this chapter)