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

Chapter 8 Do You Want To Die?
Feng Wuming was indifferent to her flattery.

Anyway, every time she was treated, she would try her best to say something nice.

However, Ye Zhiyu felt that his pressure was no longer so strong.

The silver needle had been sterilized. She raised her head and said, "Your Majesty, please take off your shirt."

Feng Wuming raised his hand and pulled off his outer shirt, then untied the laces of his clothes, revealing his muscular chest.

Both of them understand the principle that illness should not be treated with care.

Although there are differences between men and women, the dignified regent will never fall in love with a village woman.

So they are not shy.

Ye Zhiyu walked over and sat down on the soft stool beside the bed.

"Prince Regent, today's injection is different from before."

After Feng Wuming signaled, she explained, "Today we are going to temporarily seal your meridians, and then use moxibustion to force out the poisonous blood."

"So, when I perform the acupuncture later, the prince may not be able to move."

Feng Wuming didn't take it seriously, "It doesn't matter."

"My lord, I'm offended."

Ye Zhiyu stopped talking and focused on pricking his acupuncture points with silver needles, using a sophisticated and precise technique.

Feng Wuming was half-lying, face to face with her.

Every time he was given acupuncture before, he had no chance to observe carefully when he was poisonous. Today, he was awake and being given acupuncture by her.

Feng Wuming looked at this village woman. Every move she made was extremely skillful, and she couldn't do it without more than ten years of effort.

Originally, he suspected that she was the princess who escaped six years ago because of the handwriting on the deed.

But if you think about it more carefully, Ye Zhiyu is the concubine of the imperial censor and has not even attended a private school for a few years. How can she know medical skills?

It's ridiculous.

Feng Wuming's doubts almost disappeared, and he asked in a deep voice:
"Who did you learn these skills from?"

Ye Zhiyu's expression remained unchanged and his voice was calm, "It was also a coincidence that I met the flower girl from the Divine Doctor Valley. She saw that I was pitiful and taught me medical skills. Over the years, I have tried medicine and acupuncture in the mountains and fields, and I have seen all kinds of diseases." Feng Wu Ming nodded lightly, "Then you are a poor person."

When he saw that Ye Zhiyu had never mentioned her parents, he thought that she had been adopted by that flower girl since she was a child, and she didn't even know who her parents were.

In addition, she had heard that her husband died of Hualiu, and she was raising two children alone.

But he can still devote himself to studying medical skills...

Feng Wuming's eyes softened a bit when he looked at her.

After Ye Zhiyu got the needle, he raised his eyelids and looked at his stern side face.

There is a strong black energy on Ye Yushi's head, and he must be evil and evil. I will go to his house later to do something in case my spiritual power is not enough...

She needed to draw more spiritual power from Feng Wuming.

"Xiaojiu, come here." Ye Zhiyu took out a few coins from his purse, "You take your sister to the street to buy two bunches of candied haws, and after you buy them, you can eat them outside while waiting for your mother, okay?"

"Tanghulu!?" Xiao Fengtuan's eyes lit up and he nodded hurriedly.

"Yes." Xiaojiu ran to take the coin, took his sister's little hand and walked out.

After sending the two little guys away, Ye Zhiyu turned to look at Feng Wuming with a red face.

The other party also noticed something was wrong, and turned his eyes to look sideways at Ye Zhiyu.

"Aren't you going out yet?" His tone was low.

"Your Majesty... I have offended you so much!"

After Ye Zhiyu finished speaking, his palms covered his dantian.

For Taoists, this place is a place where yang energy gathers, but for men, this place is simply untouchable.

However, Ye Zhiyu's soft and boneless hands continued to move around, and Feng Wuming's body felt numb, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Bitch, do you want to die!?"

Feng Wuming let out a low roar.

(End of this chapter)