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

"Yes, it's a great honor to be able to solve the problems for the Imperial Master." Ye Zhiyu readily agreed.

Even if Xiao Qingrang didn't say anything, she would take the initiative to help.

Two people are always more powerful than one.

Xiao Qingrang also had a heavy burden.

Feng Wuming looked at Ye Zhiyu's injured finger and said with a cold face: "National Master, this is your responsibility, can't you handle it yourself?"

"You need someone to help you draw the talisman. I asked Eunuch Chen to find some good painters to help you draw it. Her hand is injured."

Xiao Qingrang frowned.

Ye Zhiyu patted his hand and said, "It doesn't matter. I can help you, the National Preceptor, to draw together. This injury won't affect you. Your Majesty, you don't have to make a fuss."

Feng Wuming looked at her seriously, a little unhappy.

Isn't he worried about her hands?

But she in turn accused him of making a fuss out of a molehill?

In his case, she was seriously injured.

Ye Zhiyu touched his expressionless face and realized that she had gone too far and that he was also concerned about himself.

She comforted her in a soft voice: "Your Majesty, I know you are worried about me and I understand, but important matters are important. Not everyone can draw talismans."

"The Imperial Master asked me to help. The main reason is not to draw the talisman, but to apply spiritual power to the talisman paper. That will be useful. Just imitating the drawing will be useless."

Seeing that the man was still expressionless, Ye Zhiyu tugged on his sleeve: "Your Majesty, I just spoke seriously. I was wrong. Please don't be angry, okay?"

She spoke softly and looked at him eagerly. Feng Wuming's Adam's apple rolled up and he was no longer angry.

"Ah."

"I will do it with you." He was worried about leaving the two of them alone together, a man and a woman alone.

Ye Zhiyu was afraid that he would be unhappy if she refused, so he agreed: "Okay."

Many people, many powers.

With Feng Wuming here, she was not afraid that she would be short of spiritual power.

Recently, the spiritual power in her body was slowly disappearing after being used up, which made her sad.

Dual/Cultivation makes the spiritual power in her body full, but it is not inexhaustible, and she still has to rely on Feng Wuming.

The talisman paper on which the talisman was drawn was not ordinary paper and was not available in the palace. The three of them returned to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion overnight.

It was late at night, and every household had turned off the lights and went to bed, except for the candlelight in the courtyard of the Imperial Master's Mansion.

Feng Wuming had the luck of the country, and the talisman he drew was blessed with spiritual power by Ye Zhiyu, and was put aside for use by officials who had evil spirits entering their bodies.

Ye Zhiyu memorized the talisman pattern in her heart, took a pen to draw on the talisman paper, and kept turning her wrist, moving smoothly. After drawing the talisman, she turned the pen in her hand, and her fingertips formed a beautiful flower print in the air. The bright green flowers seemed to be given life and were very cheerful. She pressed the flower print into the talisman paper, and the evil-exorcism talisman was truly completed.

The spiritual power in her body gradually decreased with the number of seals she made. She formed four seals in one breath and entered them into four talisman papers. The spiritual power in her body was thin, her face was pale, and her body staggered back.

Xiao Qing noticed from the corner of his eye that she couldn't hold on any longer, and his eyes froze. As soon as he turned around and opened his legs, he saw Feng Wuming pressing his body against her, and he was hit by the corner of the table behind her.

Feng Wuming's lower back hit the corner of the table, causing him pain. He frowned, but it was not because of himself, but because he looked at Ye Zhiyu's pale little face and felt very distressed.

"Just do your best. Why are you in such a hurry?" One hand was put on her waist to support her, and the other hand was not idle, holding her hand.

"Master, you do the rest, I'll take her back." Feng Wuming picked her up and left.

Xiao Qingrang took his hand back calmly and nodded: "Miss Wang, I will do the rest. You can go back and rest."

Ye Zhiyu's face turned pale and she shook her head.

Feng Wuming's expression was not good, and he whispered, wanting to scold her, but looking at her pale little face, he only felt distressed, and he couldn't say anything to scold her.

He softened his posture: "If you stay here now, the Imperial Master will only worry about you."

"You have done your best. Go back and have a good rest."

Ye Zhiyu looked at the talismans placed on the desk.Xiao Qing was too busy for one person.

One day's delay will put the lives of those officials who are possessed by the evil one more danger.

She just consumed too much spiritual power and her body couldn't bear it. As long as she restored her spiritual power, her body would recover.

Ye Zhiyu sighed in his heart.

She didn't know when she would be able to recover her spiritual power without relying on Feng Wuming.

Feng Wuming hugged her, and she felt much better. She had used her spiritual power so hard just now that she even had tinnitus.

Don't overuse spiritual power.

"Your Majesty, I'm fine." Seeing Feng Wuming's eyebrows furrowed and worry on his face, she pulled the corners of her lips and smiled at him, trying to reassure her.

But she didn't know how pale her face was now. It was not an exaggeration to describe her face as pale as paper.

Her showy smile made Feng Wuming extremely distressed.

You shouldn't have agreed to her help.

It is the duty of the national preceptor to eliminate evil spirits.

He said with a dark face: "Stop showing off."

That's okay.

Did she want to wait until she fainted and he would take her back and ask the imperial doctor to examine her, and she would be lying unconscious on the bed before calling anything wrong?
Seeing his handsome face, Ye Zhiyu laughed and grabbed his collar. If it was too hard, he could only use a soft one.

She knows her body better than anyone else.

What is needed most now is his mobile spiritual spring.

"Your Majesty, I'm really fine. Don't carry me away from here." She whispered softly, pinching his clothes and looking at him longingly.

"I'll be fine if I rest for a while. Do you believe me? I'm also a doctor. How can I still be unclear about my body?"

"Put me down first." Ye Zhiyu always felt a little uncomfortable when he kept holding him in front of Xiao Qingrang.

She secretly glanced at Xiao Qingrang.

Xiao Qing asked the seal to be entered into the talisman paper, and then continued to draw the talisman without looking at them. She was a little embarrassed for some reason.

If you haven't noticed, you still have ears.

If she wants to regain her spiritual power, she must stick to Feng Wuming.

It was really inappropriate to keep sticking it in front of Xiao Qingrang.

No matter how thick-skinned she is, she is still embarrassed.

Feng Wuming frowned and had no intention of taking her down.

Ye Zhiyu looked at him pitifully: "Your Majesty, I have something to tell you."

"Then you carry me to the door and put me down."

Feng Wuming strode towards the door, but his steps were very steady. His hands were strong in dragging her, and she did not feel any bumps.

The hands are really strong.

It wasn't just his hands that were strong.

Ye Zhiyu's cheeks were slightly red.

When he arrived at the door, Ye Zhiyu saw that he had no intention of stopping, so he had no choice but to grab the edge of the door.

"If I don't go back to the palace, I will help the Master draw the exorcism charms together." Seeing the man's handsome face sinking like water, she held on to the edge of the door tightly.

"Stop making trouble!" Feng Wuming lightly slapped her butt.

"When you get better, it won't be too late for you to come and help him." (End of Chapter)