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

Chapter 55 Teaching Martial Arts
When the steward came in to announce the news, Feng Wuming was discussing matters with his staff in the study.

"Your Majesty, please see the miracle doctor."

Feng Wuming frowned, "Didn't the imperial doctor tell her to take a good rest?"

Seeing his bad expression, the manager in charge asked tentatively, "Then you just want to say that the prince is busy and send the girl back first?"

"What's the point of asking her to go back and forth as a patient? Please come in quickly!"

The steward Nuonuo said yes, thinking to himself, the prince is really busy and confused. The miracle doctor obviously lives with the prince, and he can't even burn a stick of incense after going back and forth for ten times. Why bother?

"You haven't recovered yet and are not lying in bed to recuperate. Why did you come to see me in such a hurry?"

Feng Wuming pursed his lips, "If you feel uneasy staying in the palace, I will personally escort you away until you get better."

"I won't force you to stay, so don't worry, the miracle doctor."

Ye Zhiyu was confused because of Feng Wuming's grab, and he said uncertainly: "Is the prince... driving me away?"

"Of course not." Feng Wuming objected firmly.

Ye Zhiyu smiled softly and said, "That's good. The daughter of the people is here to thank the prince for saving his life."

Feng Wuming turned sideways to avoid the gift and shook his head gently, "If it weren't for the fight between me and the Queen Mother, you wouldn't have suffered this disaster."

"Your Majesty's words are unfounded." Ye Zhiyu was not polite and sat down where Feng Wuming's head was.

"Not to mention that when I unveiled the list, I thought that the business of the Honorable House would be difficult. Even because of the prince's generous hand, I can't bear to hate the prince for this matter."

Feng Wuming suddenly felt that he was really guilty for nothing. If he had known that this person in front of him was a master who only cared about money, why didn't he have a long memory?

Looking at Ye Zhiyu, his eyes became a little lighter, "Doctor Wang, there is no need to thank you. It is the king who failed to protect you as promised, which is why the child and you were in danger one after another. It is Feng's duty to save people."

"If the doctor wants to leave, please inform Manager Chen and I will make appropriate arrangements."

"When I leave, it depends on you, my lord." Ye Zhiyu seemed to be used to Feng Wuming being uncertain in front of her, so she pretended not to notice his inconsistent remarks.

"Rescuing people is the responsibility of the prince, and it is also mine. If you are not sure that the prince is recovered, you will escape first because you are greedy for life and fear of death. Who does the prince take me, Wang Xiao'e, to be?"

Ye Zhiyu played with the tea cup in his hand, sighing in his heart at the rapid change in the expression of the man in front of him, but continued to explain calmly: "I am not energetic right now, I am afraid it will take a few more days before I can carefully check the prince's pulse to determine whether the poison has been eliminated. clean."

"Are you sure?" Feng Wuming looked at the woman in front of him who had just returned from the hell gate but was still thinking about his condition.

"The Queen Mother will become even crazier when she sees that my king's condition is getting better day by day. By then, you and your two children will only be in more danger. Aren't you afraid?"

"There's nothing I can do if I'm afraid," Ye Zhiyu couldn't see any fear on his face, but he was still smiling, "In the worst case, I'll just listen to the prince and live in peace for a few days, staying in the palace behind closed doors."

"As for the future, although I can't always rely on the palace, but with the prince's strategizing and fierce fighting in the court, the queen mother should not be able to concentrate on dealing with a little person like me."

Feng Wuming frowned, "I didn't know that the miracle doctor was so naive. Have you never thought about learning some self-protection skills?"

"Have you forgotten, the prince, that common girls also know a little bit about boxing and kicking?" Ye Zhiyu couldn't bear Xiao Jiu's hard work of practicing in winter and practicing in summer, so he subconsciously declined politely. "You also know that you only 'understand' a little bit?" Feng Wuming couldn't help but Ye Zhiyu refused, "If the Queen Mother is serious about spending every penny, she wants to settle accounts with you, and if you encounter a desperado after leaving the palace, what will you do? Are you going to die calmly with two children in your arms?"

When it comes to the child's weakness, no matter how rude Feng Wuming's words are, Ye Zhiyu has no reason to refute and can only fight as hard as possible.

"The girl thanked the prince for his kindness. It's just that the prince sent the Buddha to the west. When choosing a boxing master for me, remember to choose someone who is more patient and gentle."

"The king's people are naturally taught by the king himself."

Why have I become yours? A few days ago, didn’t you dislike me so much that you disliked me so much?
Ye Zhiyu slandered, which showed that Feng Wuming had a righteous look on his face. It was obvious that he just put her into the protective circle of the palace.

Ye Zhiyu had no choice but to respond quietly.

The next day, Ye Zhiyu received a dagger.

The dagger looked really ordinary, and even the scabbard was dark in color. Apart from being lighter, Ye Zhiyu wondered if Feng Wuming had just found one to fool her.

"Although I don't know which martial arts school you studied in the past, I think the main purpose of women practicing martial arts is to strengthen their bodies. If you encounter those specially trained assassins, ten of you won't be enough to fight them."

Feng Wuming saw Ye Zhiyu taking the dagger and studying it in her hand. He thought she was wondering why she chose this weapon, so he continued to explain patiently.

"You are already proficient in medical skills. I have previously thought about teaching you how to control Qi and fly needles. However, it requires too much internal strength and cannot be accomplished in a few days. After thinking about it, a dagger is the easiest and most suitable for you."

Feng Wuming took the dagger from Ye Zhiyu's hand. Seeing that she was stunned and unresponsive, she sighed in her heart and could only tell herself repeatedly that she was not in a hurry.

"That's the first thing I want to teach you. Most people will dodge when they see a sharp weapon in your hand. Even if they have some skills on you, they will try to grab your weapon first to avoid getting hurt."

Feng Wuming threw the dagger back into Ye Zhiyu's arms, "As long as you can prevent me from snatching the dagger within a stick of incense, you will be considered successful in today's lesson."

"Is it really that simple?" Ye Zhiyu didn't believe that Feng Wuming was so easy to talk to.

"You'll know after you try it," Feng Wuming calmly poured himself a cup of tea, "Just don't cry later."

"Your Majesty, stop talking nonsense." Ye Zhiyu was naturally dissatisfied and moved his wrists to fight confidently.

After ten rounds, not to mention a stick of incense, in the blink of an eye, Ye Zhiyu watched the dagger he held tightly fall into Feng Wuming's hands easily.

In the end, she even acted like a cheat, holding the dagger in her arms and squatting down, hoping to make it difficult for Feng Wuming to make a move by relying on the strong defense between men and women.

But Feng Wuming was just a little behind her, and Ye Zhiyu felt that his arms were numb like an electric current, and he couldn't use any strength.

The dagger fell to the ground with a clang, and before she could pick it up, it fell into Feng Wuming's hand again.

Ye Zhiyu knew that Feng Wuming had tapped her acupuncture point, which made her suddenly lose strength. However, if she had to guard against Feng Wuming's movements, she really couldn't keep up with him.

He lost all his strength for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, couldn't you please put some water on me for the sake of me not feeling well yet?"

(End of this chapter)