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

Chapter 64 Late Night Visit
"Enter."

Feng Wuming was about to take a rest when a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Ye Zhiyu walked in with his head tilted up, and his gesture made Feng Wuming want to laugh.

"What's the point of the miracle doctor's visit in the middle of the night? Are you so sneaky and want to steal something openly in front of me?"

"Who are you talking about as a thief!" Ye Zhiyu's almond-shaped eyes were round.

She regarded her kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, but due to her medical ethics, she couldn't worry about her patients for a while. Why couldn't she hear a good word from Feng Wuming's mouth?

But now that he has come, Ye Zhiyu won't be angry at Feng Wuming's words and run away.Ye Zhiyu unfolded the needle pack quickly and patted Feng Wuming's bed.

"Why are you standing there dazed, Your Majesty? Just lie down."

Feng Wuming twitched the corners of his lips, "What are you going to do?"

"If the poison is not removed from the prince's body, I, as a doctor, will naturally feel uneasy. Although there is no way to safely remove the poison at the moment, a few acupunctures can always make the prince feel better."

Seeing that Feng Wuming was full of hesitation and refused to come over, Ye Zhiyu held the needle between his two fingers and raised it to his forehead.

"Don't be afraid, Your Majesty. It's just pressing the acupoints to help Your Majesty fall asleep. There's no need to take off your clothes."

Feng Wuming felt that there was something strange about these words, but couldn't explain why for a while.

But seeing that Ye Zhiyu had been waiting by the bedside for a long time, it felt outrageous for him to hesitate any longer, so he gritted his teeth and lay down in his pajamas in front of Ye Zhiyu.

Ye Zhiyu smoothly and thoughtfully helped Feng Wuming tuck in the quilt. Feeling the sharp gaze of the other party, Ye Zhiyu smiled sheepishly.

"Oh, I'm used to taking care of Xiaojiu and Fengtuan, so I'll be considerate for now. It's not good to get angry before going to bed."

Feng Wuming closed his eyes as instructed, Ye Zhiyu rubbed his hands together and gently covered Feng Wuming's forehead.

However, they heard a rush of footsteps at the door. The two of them looked at each other and were about to get up to investigate when they saw the door being pushed open.

The person who came was a young man whom he had never met before, but Ye Zhiyu looked at him with an indescribable familiarity.

Before she could figure out the reason, the man's eyes suddenly turned sharp when he saw her sitting next to Feng Wuming.

"Are you the miracle doctor who usually serves the prince?"

If you want to call a miracle doctor, just call it a miracle doctor. What does it mean to add that in front of it?
Ye Zhiyu's first impression of this man was a little worse. He did not get up, but lazily leaned against the bedpost and asked, "Who am I and what do I have to do with you? Why, you know that you are going to die soon, so why do you come here to ask for help?" Can the miracle doctor save your life?"

"Cough cough cough cough!" Feng Wuming coughed violently, interrupting Ye Zhiyu's sarcasm.

Seeing that Feng Wuming was in bad condition, Ye Zhiyu had no time to argue with this rudeness. He quickly got up and poured tea over, patted Feng Wuming on the back and fed him to drink.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the unknown young man still in the room. Ye Zhiyu raised his eyebrows and was about to call the housekeeper to chase them away when Feng Wuming spoke.

"Why are you here? Didn't anyone stop you?"

"Of course he escaped secretly." The young master in Jinyi hurriedly stepped forward, carefully looked at Feng Wuming's face, and relaxed a little. When he saw Ye Zhiyu's needle bag that had not been put away, he twisted it again. He frowned.

"What is this doing?"

After catching Feng Wuming's look, Ye Zhiyu said calmly, "Of course it's to relieve the prince's illness." "...Is the prince's illness serious?" The man's face became more dignified.

Feng Wuming smiled bitterly and shook his head, and Ye Zhiyu answered for him, "Although I don't know who this young master is, the prince's condition cannot withstand the fright of the young master visiting him so late at night. If it's nothing else. , please go back first."

When the man heard this, he turned his gaze back to Ye Zhiyu, and his words contained some praise, "You are quite courageous."

"Using people's money to eliminate disasters for others," Ye Zhi said, "It's just a matter of personal responsibility."

The man stood quietly for a long time, took out a bottle from his arms and handed it to Feng Wuming.

"I don't know what this medicine is, so I asked them to pick the best one and bring it with them. If it's useful, it's best. If it's useless..."

Before the man finished speaking, the bottle was in Ye Zhiyu's hand first.

"Five-split Coptidis? What a generous handiwork by the young master." Ye Zhiyu opened the bottle cap and took a sniff, and his impression of this man became a bit better.

"When did you have such deviant people under your command?" The man seemed to have never seen such gangster behavior as Ye Zhiyu. His forehead was blue and black, and he asked Feng Wuming in a low voice.

Feng Wuming coughed lightly, "The miracle doctor is proud of his skills, so it is normal for him to be a little more chic."

"Skills?" These words poked the man's back, and he immediately asked with anger, "If she really has some skills, how could you be like this?"

"I have been suffering from chronic illness for many years. If it weren't for the miracle doctor's treatment, I would have only imagined that I could move freely in the past few days."

Feng Wuming also darkened his face slightly.

It's just that when these words fell in Ye Zhiyu's ears, it seemed as if he was making a distinction for himself; when they fell in the ears of the man, they seemed to have some meaning, making him suddenly turn pale.

"What you're saying is, if it weren't for a few years ago..." The man's tone was somber that it was difficult to continue.

After taking a few deep breaths, the man returned to normal and nodded to Ye Zhiyu, "It's not easy for me to come out, and there's nothing I can do. The medicine just now, according to the miracle doctor, must be of some use. If it can be in the hands of the miracle doctor, Use it to cure the prince, then..."

The man paused for a moment before continuing, "I'm very grateful to you, and you will be rewarded generously."

Ye Zhiyu wanted to snort coldly, but when he thought about this person, even though he was not polite, he was using a detoxifying powder made from precious and rare medicinal materials such as Coptis chinensis. He must have been raised by a powerful family. Master, it is better to make friends than to offend.

He nodded accordingly, got up and walked to the door, as if to see off the guests.

The man took a few steps outside, then looked back and told Feng Wuming, "Your Majesty, you must take good care of yourself."

Ye Zhiyu saw this, and the curiosity in his heart was like a litter of kittens scratching at the door. He only waited until the person in front of him left before asking Feng Wuming for details.

Unexpectedly, Feng Wuming was also a disobedient person. He had just used her to consolidate his seriously ill persona in front of the visitor, and then turned around and ignored her questions.

He even resorted to such despicable tactics as Yidu, covering his head and telling Ye Zhiyu that he was a little confused and needed to rest as soon as possible.

Ye Zhiyu used his eyes to prick Feng Wuming's body with a needle seventy-nine times, and then left indignantly holding the needle bag.

I was angry, but I didn't forget to bring the bottle of Coptis chinensis with me.

It's time to get rid of the voodoo. If Feng Wuming wants to enjoy this girl's additional services again, let him dream!

(End of this chapter)