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

Chapter 50 Fainted
Xiaojiu saluted Feng Wuming with a straight look and sat further away.

Ye Zhiyu held the two little dumplings in his arms.

The three of them, mother and son, huddled together, leaving the extremely spacious space for Feng Wuming.

Feng Wuming was stunned at first, then ignored the mother and son.

The carriage starts.

Feng Wuming occasionally saw this strange mother and son gathering together and whispering these words, and from time to time they gave them strange looks.

"Wang Xiao'e, come here to me!"

Feng Wuming really couldn't hold back his temper. Considering the presence of the child, he still left some thin noodles for Ye Zhiyu.

Ye Zhiyu replied: "Your Majesty, it's fine if the daughter of the people is here, there's no need to come forward."

Feng Wuming raised one corner of his mouth: "Oh."

What a lying country woman!

"Uncle, we won't come over. Your legs are not very good, and we are afraid that we will come and squeeze you." Xiao Feng Tuan clenched her fists and said sweetly.

Xiaojiu also nodded.

Feng Wuming was silent and said nothing.

The carriage soon arrived at a medical center.

Ye Zhiyu took a tightly wrapped box from the doctor's hand and entrusted the doctor with two small dumplings to take Feng Wuming to the room in the backyard.

Xiaofeng Tuan ran over and stuffed a paper bag into Feng Wuming's hand: "This is a snack made from crab apples. If you feel any pain later, just eat this snack."

The pink and jade little face is full of concern.

Feng Wuming nodded and followed Ye Zhiyu into the room.

Ye Zhiyu pointed to a steaming bathtub in the room.

Feng Wuming's face was expressionless: "Wang Xiao'e, don't you turn your back?"

This woman is so shameless that she secretly watches a man take a bath!
Ye Zhiyu knew that Feng Wuming was getting awkward again, but he turned around obediently.

Why can't the prince believe that there is no distinction between men and women in the eyes of doctors?
Feng Wuming entered the bathtub and felt the pain coming from all directions.

While Ye Zhiyu was busy making pills, he added some dark herbs into the bathtub. Before long, his forehead was covered with a layer of sweat. Then, while Feng Wuming was not paying attention, he used his spiritual power to remove the Tianshan Snow Lotus. Knead it into a pill.

When it was almost time to take a bath, Ye Zhiyu took out the silver needle and inserted it into several acupuncture points.

This is a longer process than before.

There are too many toxins in Feng Wuming's body, and these toxins are in a balance of checks and balances.

If you are not careful, Feng Wuming may be poisoned or injured.

Ye Zhiyu, who was standing behind Feng Wuming, made a pinch, wrapped his spiritual power in the pierced silver needle, and slowly entered Feng Wuming's body.

As time passed, she could already see the black energy coming out of Feng Wuming's body.

This black energy seemed very thick, and it started to make sounds the moment it appeared, and even wanted to return to Feng Wuming's body.

Ye Zhiyu just waved his hand and dispersed all the black energy.

Fortunately, these things haven't had time to reach scale yet, otherwise it would be much more difficult.

As time passed little by little, Ye Zhiyu finally inserted the last silver needle and handed over the pills made by Tianshan Snow Lotus.

"Submit."

Feng Wuming took the pill and swallowed it.

"The toxins in the prince's body are almost gone. In the next few days, he only needs to take a medicinal bath to relieve the pain. I have given the doctor the prescription for the medicinal bath, and they will arrange it to enter and leave the prince's palace directly."

Ye Zhiyu kept mumbling instructions while arranging the silver needles. He stood up, his energy and blood welling up.

Her feet went weak, but luckily she held on to the chair next to her to avoid falling.

Don't fall down!
There was still blood in her arms that had just been taken secretly.

Feng Wuming noticed something strange: "Wang Xiao'e, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm just a little tired, it's okay." Ye Zhiyu waved his hand to show that there was no problem.

She stood up again, this time really fainting.

Feng Wuming looked at Ye Zhiyu who fainted in his arms, arranged his clothes and called the people guarding outside to return to the palace.

The housekeeper called the old doctor out of the house again.

The old doctor, carrying a medicine box on his back, sat shivering in front of Ye Zhiyu and felt his pulse.

He swore that he would never come to the palace again next time.

The people in the palace were too impatient to do things, so they just picked him up from the bed and carried him all the way over.

Fortunately, I am also proficient in health maintenance, otherwise this old bone will be useless.

"How?" Feng Wuming saw the old doctor checking his pulse for a long time and urged him.

"It's just because of the loss of qi and blood. You must take a good rest during this period to make up for the lost qi and blood."

The old doctor gave instructions on what to pay attention to and wrote a prescription.

Feng Wuming asked someone to cook the medicine and held the bottle that fell out of Ye Zhiyu's arms.

Feng Wuming recognized at a glance that the bottle contained blood. Combined with what the old doctor had just said, he couldn't help but make the connection.

"What a bold country woman. Do you still want to let me marry you by virtue of saving your life?"

Feng Wuming simply sat in front of Ye Zhiyu and looked down at this ordinary face.

There really isn't much to like about this face, except for a pair of eyes.

However, what if it really is...

A thought came to Feng Wuming's mind, and he saw Ye Zhiyu sleeping soundly.

At this glance, he saw a piece of raised skin behind Ye Zhiyu's ear.

He quickly reached out and tried to lift off the raised skin.

"My lord, you promised... ahem... to the protector girl... ahem..."

Feng Wuming lowered his head and met Ye Zhiyu's open eyes.

Ye Zhiyu seemed a little tired and coughed weakly: "Your Majesty... the daughter of the people can leave... take the two children and run far away, and they will never be discovered by others."

Feng Wuming paused with his outstretched hand and brushed his sleeves: "I keep my promise. You should have a good rest during this period of time."

After saying this, he turned and left.

Ye Zhiyu said from behind: "My lord, as long as we can save our lives, civilian girls are willing to do anything!"

Feng Wuming's departure became faster.

Ye Zhiyu lay back down again, a little afraid of touching the raised skin.

If he hadn't woken up in time, Feng Wuming might have discovered the clues.

There is still a risk of people/leather masks/tools being exposed, so you must be extremely careful in the future.

If it weren't for the fact that her spiritual power had never been restored, she wouldn't have needed to use such complicated methods to hide her true identity.

In the following days, after Ye Zhiyu recovered from his illness, he took the initiative to find Feng Wuming and found an excuse to remove a small piece of skin from his face, revealing an undifferentiated skin color.

Feng Wuming somewhat dispelled the doubts in his heart.

"What reward do you need?"

After the diagnosis and treatment, Feng Wuming took the initiative to call Ye Zhiyu.

Ye Zhiyu turned around: "Is it really okay?"

"You don't have to be so happy about some yellow and white things." Feng Wuming said.

Ye Zhiyu was not polite and took out a thick stack of paper from his arms: "I know that the prince is a man who repays kindness. This is the prepared list."

(End of this chapter)