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

The skin he held in his arms was filled with heat, and the heat slowly spread throughout her body, making her tremble.

Can you still understand it this way?

It’s not that you don’t want to, but you just want to?
There seems to be no problem.

She blinked and looked at him, not knowing what to say, but Feng Wuming had no intention of letting her go, so he took the initiative to ask when she didn't say anything.

If the mountains don't follow him, he will follow the mountains.

"Do you miss me too?" He pressed her forehead and asked endlessly tenderly.

The man held her waist, and when she wanted to move back an inch, he pulled her to her side. From behind, their bodies were tightly touching each other, and they could feel the heat of each other's bodies.

Breathing together, Ye Zhiyu looked at him.

He looked at her quietly, his eyes were gentle and handsome, and no one would be moved by this face after looking at it for a long time. The more he looked at it, the more beautiful it became.

She hesitated, not knowing whether to follow her heart or be rational.

The man looked determined and must know an answer from her mouth.

The time of the two people's stalemate began to pass little by little, and she clearly saw the man's bright eyes slowly dimming, his eyelashes drooping, which stung her heart and blurted out.

"Well, I miss you too."

The corners of Feng Wuming's lips raised, and his eyes sparkled. For a moment, Ye Zhiyu was a little absent-minded, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but laugh along with him.

The breeze rolled up her black hair and stuck it on her face. Feng Wuming tucked the hair on her face behind her ears. The wind was slightly sweet.

"Don't you still have something to tell me?" Ye Zhiyu couldn't stand him staring directly at her and touched his arm.

Feng Wuming's face darkened: "There seems to be a flu in the city recently, and many ministers have been infected. In just the past few days, less than half of the ministers have asked for sick leave."

"You have superb medical skills. I wanted to ask you if you have any good prescriptions to deal with this plague?"

influenza?

The flu can be big or small.

Many courtiers in the court have been infected, and the contagiousness is a bit high.

Ye Zhiyu frowned: "What are their symptoms?"

Feng Wuming briefly and comprehensively explained their symptoms, and Ye Zhiyu prescribed the right medicine and wrote him a prescription.

She looked serious as she handed him the prescription.

"In a short period of time, many ministers have already asked for leave. The plague is highly contagious. If possible, it is better to go to see them in person so that they can have a clearer understanding of their symptoms and it is best to prescribe the right medicine."

"Everyone's physical condition is different, and their response to the plague will also be different. Some medicines should not be used indiscriminately, and the prescriptions are not particularly useful."

Feng Wuming nodded: "Then you will follow me to see Yun Qi later?"

"General Yun is also infected?" Ye Zhiyu was surprised and a little shocked.

Yun Qi is a military general. His physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and his ability to resist disease is also much better.

Civil servants are extremely weak, so it is normal for them to be infected in the early stages. Yun Qi was infected from the very beginning... Ye Zhiyu frowned.

"Who is the first person General Yun has asked you for leave?"

"The second one." Feng Wuming's face condensed slightly.

Ye Zhiyu felt a little strange.

Was the second one infected?
She had met Yun Qi. The tendons on Yun Qi's body looked very weak. He also trained frequently, so he couldn't be in poor health.

Is it possible that this plague is so violent?

Ye Zhiyu thought about it and finally decided to meet Yun Qi now.

It's useless for her to speculate too much here. The best way is to see Yun Qi and find out the reason.

"Your Majesty, I want to see General Yun right now."

Feng Wuming glanced at her.She winked at him: "Is that okay?"

She stared at him with watery eyes. Feng Wuming felt extremely soft and nodded: "You can go if you want."

The two returned to the yard. Ye Zhiyu carried the medicine box on his back and followed Feng Wuming to the general's mansion.

The luxurious carriage stopped at the door of the General's Mansion. Ye Zhiyu took out two face towels from the cloth bag, handed one to Feng Wuming, and spoke while wearing the face towel.

"Your Majesty, put on the hijab and cover your mouth and nose."

"When we arrive at the General's Mansion later, don't get too close to General Yun..." She warned him. Feng Wuming looked at her quietly, with the corners of his lips raised and a faint smile in his eyes.

When she finished speaking, he said calmly: "Everything is up to you."

Ye Zhiyu jumped off the carriage, turned her head and looked at the knuckled fingers holding the curtain, and got off the carriage gracefully. She couldn't help but be stunned, and when she came back to her senses, her hand had already been stretched out.

Feng Wuming was a little surprised when he saw the handed hand, and put his hand on Ye Zhiyu's hand under his father-in-law's astonished eyes.

Realizing what he had done, Ye Zhiyu's face turned red and he pulled him down.

After he came down and stood still, she touched the tip of her nose in embarrassment and walked towards the door of the General's Mansion first.

Feng Wuming saw her running away and followed her slowly.

The guard at the door saw Feng Wuming and quickly saluted.

Feng Wuming nodded lightly, asked them to get up, and took him to see Yun Qi.

When the housekeeper knew that His Majesty had come to the General's Mansion, he quickly came out to greet him personally, saluted Feng Wuming and nodded to Ye Zhiyu.

"Your Majesty, Miss Wang, please come this way." The housekeeper led the two of them to Yun Qi's yard.

The courtyard was very quiet, with two maids guarding the door.

The housekeeper led the two people into the house. Almost as soon as they entered, the housekeeper hurriedly closed the door.

Ye Zhiyu glanced at the room. It was dark, the windows were closed, and there was no air circulation.

She frowned: "Butler, why don't you open the window for ventilation? General Yun has the flu, so he needs to open the window for ventilation and let the air circulate in the room."

The housekeeper lit the candle, but Ye Zhiyu was puzzled.

What kind of candles are you lighting in broad daylight?
"Butler, why are you lighting a candle? Just open the window and let the light in." She went to the window and was about to open it, but she pushed it twice but did not push it.

When the housekeeper saw this, he quickly stopped her and explained.

"Miss Wang, you don't know something. This is what the general ordered us to do."

"Miss Wang, you can't push this window. The general doesn't want to see the light, and becomes irritable when he sees the light. We have no other choice but to follow the general's instructions and have the window nailed with boards. , not allowing light to penetrate.”

"No light..." Ye Zhiyu frowned.

Are you allergic to ultraviolet rays and can't see the light even if you are sick?

Sunbathing is good for your body.

There was only a candle in the butler's hand in the groggy room, and Ye Zhiyu felt weird no matter what.

Let's take a look at Yun Qi's condition first.

"I'll go see General Yun first."

The butler nodded and came to the bedside holding a candle.

The candlelight fell on the bed curtain, and Ye Zhiyu saw that the bed curtains were scattered together, and they turned out to be two layers.

The door and windows were closed tightly, and a bed curtain was added to block the light. How afraid of light is Yun Qi?

She muttered in her mind, her face expressionless.

The housekeeper pulled the bed curtain and said to Yun Qi: "General, His Majesty and Miss Wang are here to see you. Miss Wang wants to see your illness, but the old slave opened the bed curtain?" (End of Chapter)