"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, may I come in?" Feng Xingying politely knocked on the door.

Prince Nangongjing could already memorize Feng Xingying's voice, and hurriedly responded subconsciously: "Divine doctor, please." ”

Feng Xingying knew that the prince was a patient, so he didn't need him to open the door, so he pushed the door and went in.

At this time, the prince was sitting upright at his desk, drawing a picture in detail.

It was a lotus picture, and it was vividly drawn.

At this time, it has reached the critical point, and after the prince finally dropped a few strokes, he put the painting aside, turned his head and smiled apologetically at Feng Xingying:

"I've been waiting for a long time. ”

"Soon, the porridge was not yet cold, just in the mouth. ”

"Thank you, Doctor. The prince politely took the medicinal porridge, his heart full of hope.

Feng Xingying rarely gave him bitter medicine, either giving him exquisite medicinal food, or using methods such as soaking in hot springs, pricking needles, and àn mó.

Feng Xingying even taught the housekeeper a simple set of daily techniques to a great extent, so that the housekeeper could help the prince recover every day.

In fact, Feng Xingying is lazy, but in the eyes of the prince, he is generous, and such a mysterious method is willing to be passed on.

And the housekeeper was forced by the prince to swear that he couldn't spread it.

Feng Xingying didn't care about these things, and the technique was not the core content of her medical skills, but it was just for health care to promote blood circulation, and it was useless to pass it on to other healthy people.

Nowadays, spirits all use spiritual power to regulate their bloodlines, and the method is only effective for ordinary people, and it is not uncommon.

The prince drank half of the porridge, and found that Feng Xingying's gaze fell on his painting, so he hurriedly humbly asked:

"Xiao Wang has been in good spirits recently, and he painted a picture at random, and asked the master for guidance. ”

"Okay, for the sake of eating so much of your spirit beast meat recently, then I'll point you in. What people said was obviously kind words, but Feng Xingying was not polite at all and began to say:

"His Royal Highness the Prince's painting should be intended for a woman, right?

The painting of the prince should hide a heart in the painting, wanting to confess his lovesickness to the woman. ”

"Master Youying is clever!" The prince was stunned by Feng Xingying's knowledge, she understood such a painting?

"It's a pity. Feng Xingying suddenly fell silent.

"What a pity?"

"I'll talk about it when you're done. ”

Girl, do you know that it's maddening to hang people like this?

The prince has no problem, he is a miracle doctor, he can only obediently drink porridge first and secretly speed up.

Fortunately, no matter what speed he used, the divine doctor didn't care if he finished eating.

"I'm done, Master. ”

"Hmm. Feng Xingying nodded: "Although your heart is full, I am afraid that the other party may not be able to understand." ”

As you say, this king knows it, but what can this king do?

"I'm a sick man and a waste, how can I still be qualified to find fault with others?" the prince sat on the bed in despair.

"Lotus lotus, lotus lotus, this painting of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should be given to the lord of Lotus Lotus, right?"

"Yes, it's a pity ......" The prince did not hide it, and the whole house knew that the prince longed for the lord of Lotus Lotus, and let people give gifts to Lord Lotus all day long.

All these things were planned by the prince himself.

It can only be said that this prince has brains, means, and shamelessness, if it weren't for his poor health, he would definitely be able to play with the court.

Feng Xingying squinted his eyes and smiled: "If I were you, I wouldn't give this painting." ”

"Then what will you do?" asked the prince curiously.