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

Chapter 82 What is your idea?

Shen Yanliu was in a good mood, so he patiently gave some advice to his personal maid.

"If the Ai family ignores it and allows Feng Wuming to die, what do you think will happen to the Ai family after his death?"

"Then your Majesty, of course, you don't have to be like this now, because that guy has been thinking and worrying all day long." Baoqiu replied matter-of-factly.

"Wrong, the Ai family will only be busier." Shen Yanliu shook his head and smiled. Seeing that his personal maid still looked confused, he added a few more sentences.

"Although Feng Wuming is powerful right now, if he is here, the Ai family will only have to think of ways to suppress him; if he is not here, and the emperor is ill again, I am afraid there will be chaos."

"Is your Majesty saying that Feng Wuming is just controlling the ministers on your behalf, and will take action after Your Majesty recovers?"

"He's still a teachable kid," Shen Yanliu nodded, "Although Feng Wuming has great ambitions, his skills are quite useful. If he had known better, the Ai family had planned to keep the position of regent for him. It's a pity... …”

Shen Yanliu sneered, "Greedy is not enough to swallow an elephant. Since he has an agenda, don't blame the Ai family for killing him in the future!"

Ye Zhiyu was depressed in the palace for a few days, and she also read through the cases that she had moved back from Fu Jingtong's house last time. Just when she was so idle and racking her brains to find an excuse to leave the palace to get some fresh air, the housekeeper carried a The box arrived in her room.

"Does the miracle doctor know who sent this? It was placed at the door of the palace early in the morning. It was written to be handed over to the miracle doctor but there was no signature. I didn't dare to open it privately, so I brought it to you directly."

After saying thank you, Ye Zhiyu took it in his hands and weighed it. He saw that the box was made of rosewood, and he knew it.

The housekeeper was uneasy and asked with a cautious face, "Do you want me to call the nursing home to open this box for you, my miraculous doctor? I just found lotus root powder mixed with poison in the kitchen a few days ago. These people are so mean, I have to Be on guard!"

After persuading the housekeeper to leave, Ye Zhiyu excitedly opened the box. Seeing that it contained exactly the medicinal materials she needed, she happily began to count them.

Not to mention, it really feels like waiting for the express to be unpacked, and the money spent is not the money in your own account.

However, Ye Zhiyu rummaged several times and found the most critical medicinal ingredients missing. Instead, he found a note at the bottom of the box.

It turned out that the boss of the hooded man did not have those precious medicinal materials, so he sent some of them over first, and then sent the next batch when he had those.

Ye Zhiyu put the note and the letter from the last appointment together and hid it, then took the blood collection tool and went to Feng Wuming's room again.

"Your Majesty, these are the medicinal materials sent by the hooded man. Do you want to take a look at them first?"

Feng Wuming raised his eyes and smiled when he saw that she was actually carrying a box.

"Why do miracle doctors need to work so hard? Everyone in the house knows that you are in charge of diagnosing and treating this king. You can just handle these medicinal materials yourself."

"How dare I make the decision without permission? Naturally, it's better to let the prince take a look first." Ye Zhiyu knew clearly that he wanted to keep the pan non-stick and leave evidence for everything.

Knowing that Ye Zhiyu was thinking about the last time he teased her about plucking her feathers, Feng Wuming was not only not annoyed, but also in a good mood.

"I understand, does the miracle doctor have anything else to do?"

"Your Majesty, are you still feeling poisonous these days?" Ye Zhiyu became a little more serious when it came to business matters. "It's never been as serious as the last time I fainted," Feng Wuming thought about it carefully, "It's just that I often feel dizzy when I sit upright recently, but I will recover on my own after a while. In addition, sometimes I have a strange feeling in my ears. There will also be abnormal noises,”

Dizziness, tinnitus, and frequent attacks are all signs of inflammation in the brain. Ye Zhiyu frowned, "Why didn't the prince say anything before?"

Feng Wuming paused, "I have experienced this before when I lost too much blood. I thought it was the sequelae of the last fainting. I will recover in a few days."

Excessive bleeding?Ye Zhiyu subconsciously wanted to ask her why she didn't know, but he soon thought that it should have happened when he was marching and fighting fiercely before she came.

He carefully checked Feng Wuming's pulse. Except for the poisonous man who had been laughing at her for not being good at studying, Ye Zhiyu really didn't find anything unusual about Feng Wuming.

However, the blood collection tools I brought over today were not for nothing. Ye Zhiyu looked eager, "Since the prince has symptoms of dizziness, I think it is not very good to rest recently. How about I give you some moxibustion to help the prince fall asleep?"

Feng Wuming's face was filled with suspicion, "He/Huan? The miracle doctor must have some other plans."

What kind of calculations can I make? How can a man like you, who can think of something wrong just by hearing the name of a medicinal material, have the nerve to ask me like this?
However, when Ye Zhiyu thought that he was here to collect blood today, it was easy to talk, "If the prince doesn't like the smell of acacia, then I will change it to lily. There is no need to doubt my innocence so much."

"Innocent? It's better for the miracle doctor to always think about his own self-respect and don't always do things that exceed the rules and make me misunderstand." Feng Wuming chuckled lightly, but obediently followed Ye Zhiyu's instructions to lie down on the couch.

Seeing that Ye Zhiyu didn't show any indication of letting him take off his clothes, and just put two moxibustion herbs on his Hegu point, Feng Wuming closed his eyes in rare relaxation.

Ye Zhiyu had mixed the mother-of-pearl Fushen into the moxibustion herb. What he wanted was the effect of not being awakened by thunder. Seeing that Feng Wuming's breath was gradually stabilizing, Ye Zhiyu calmly took out the silver needle to draw blood.

After collecting enough for this time, Ye Zhiyu looked at the face of the sleeping person in front of him.

No matter how good-looking you are, what's the use? Just one mouth can make people angry to death.

Ye Zhiyu walked around the room several times. She didn't want to touch the secret text on the case. Feng Wuming didn't have the habit of reading idle books. She couldn't find a way to kill the time, so she returned to Feng Wuming.

Anyway, he won't wake up for a while. Taking this opportunity to absorb spiritual power can only be regarded as saving time, not taking advantage of others' danger, right?
Just do it, Ye Zhiyu stretched out his hand to explore Feng Wuming's clothes.

Tsk, you are such an old-fashioned person. You stay locked up in your own house all day long. Why do you tie it up so tightly?
Ye Zhiyu used all his strength to untie Feng Wuming's outer robe. When he saw the man's well-defined abdominal muscles, he stretched out his hand and pressed against it with gleaming eyes.

This long-lost steady stream of spiritual power!
Ye Zhiyu was so excited that he wanted to cry. While using his spiritual power to adjust his surroundings, he reached out and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

She was just greedy for spiritual power, how could it have anything to do with Feng Wuming's body.

After he was full, Ye Zhiyu reluctantly put on Feng Wuming's clothes without any consciousness of doing something wrong, and woke up Feng Wuming without any psychological burden.

"My lord, how do you feel?" Ye Zhiyu leaned very close to him with a smiling face.

Feng Wuming touched his belt, which was obviously a little loose, and felt very bad.

(End of this chapter)