When Fang Ling returned to Binghua Palace, he came to the wing room to set up a stove to reheat the decoction medicine, and came to his mother's room with the hot medicine.

Su Guifei, the most thirty-year-old concubine, was still graceful and luxurious, but her face was unusually pale, and she was short of breath, and when she saw her son coming in with medicine, she wanted to support herself up.

Fang Ling hurriedly put the medicine aside, helped his mother up, carefully fed the medicine one bite at a time, and told her mother to rest well.

Closing the door of his mother's room, Fang Ling sighed, thinking that as long as his mother could get better as soon as possible, he would be willing to do whatever he wanted. However, God did not fulfill people's wishes, and now he is locked up in the palace and cannot do anything.

"Knock knock!" there was a knock on the door outside.

Fang Ling opened the door and saw a eunuch with a fat face, this person's name was Jia De, the deputy chief eunuch of the Internal Affairs Office, the red man next to the queen's mother, and even the ministers had to be called Jia Gonggong.

"I've seen the eldest prince!" Father-in-law Jia nodded slightly, and several little eunuchs behind him also saluted.

"Why did Father-in-law Jia come here?" Although Fang Ling's heart was full of displeasure, his face did not show the slightest hint.

"The old slave heard that Su Niangniang's embroidery is a must, and now the prince's wedding is imminent, the embroidery workers in the palace are not enough, and some of the embroidery here wants to ask Su Niangniang to help a little. Judd said gloomily.

"My queen mother occasionally felt a cold today and was bedridden for many days, and I am afraid that Jia's father-in-law has to find someone else for his work. Fang Ling said lightly. There is a secret anger in my heart, this is the order of the queen mother as a subordinate? It is really more and more presumptuous.

"Since Niangniang is in poor health, then ask His Royal Highness to do it for her, presumably after so many years in Binghua Palace, you have also learned a lot of kung fu from Niangniang. Judd didn't leave, and said softly in a shrill voice.

Hearing Judd say this, the little eunuch behind couldn't help laughing, embroidery is a woman's work, and it is a big joke to let a dignified prince embroider, and it is a shame for Father-in-law Jia to think about it.

Fang Ling glared at Judd angrily, clenched his fists tightly, took a heavy breath, and said, "If your father-in-law doesn't dislike it, leave the silk cloth." He knew that he couldn't break out, he couldn't refuse, otherwise he would offend Judd, and he definitely couldn't offend him at the moment, so he forced down the anger in his heart.

"Okay, Your Highness's craftsmanship Queen Mother will be very satisfied. Seeing that the eldest prince was pinched by himself, Judd said proudly.

"In three days, I will send someone to pick up the finished product, and Your Highness will have to worry more about it next. Judd said, and the few little eunuchs behind him hurriedly put the silk cloth in their hands in Fang Ling's hands.

After Judd led a few little eunuchs away, the anger in Fang Ling's heart erupted, and he hit the door frame with a punch.

Although he was angry, the silk cloth in his hand still had to be embroidered, otherwise this eunuch with great power would definitely deal with himself and his mother, and he couldn't compete with it at all. He had to endure until he was full-fledged.

Fang Ling calmed the anger in his heart, picked up the silk cloth in his hand and embroidered it little by little, although he had not embroidered, but since he was a child, he would be a little bit more or less, looking at the silk cloth in his hand Fang Ling shook his head self-deprecatingly, he was afraid that he would become a laughing stock in this palace, always reminding everyone that he was a prince who could embroider.

Fang Lingshen embroidered needle by needle, and his hand was scratched in many places unconsciously, and it was time to boil medicine for his mother unconsciously.

Fang Ling came to the stove he had built, grabbed two ginseng sticks and prepared to put them in the clay pot, there was a burst of warmth in his palm, he hurriedly checked, and looked at the two ginseng ginseng in disbelief, and slowly it seemed that the two ginseng were attracted to each other, and after a while, the two ginseng fused into one.

Fang Ling was stunned by this sudden scene, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, rubbing his widening eyes, and looking at the new ginseng in his hand, this new ginseng was obviously a lot bigger, and the roots were more urgent and thick and slender, and it looked like it was older.

What's going on and what's going on?

Fang Ling frowned deeply, couldn't figure out what was going on with the ginseng in front of him, and inadvertently saw that there were some strange lines on his right hand where he was scratched, as if the pattern on the dagger he had seen before, and hurriedly ran back to the house and took out the dagger to compare, which was exactly the same as the lines in his palm, and the curious Fang Ling pasted the dagger on the pattern on his hand, and suddenly the lines in his hand seemed to be alive, slowly rotating up, and with the rotation of the lines, the warm feeling of the palm appeared.

"Immortal art?" Fang Ling suddenly remembered a word in his heart. This is what he heard from the guards who practiced fists and feet, he said that there are people who have cultivated to become immortals in this world, and they have mastered some immortal techniques that ordinary people cannot understand, and the Zhenguo Heavenly Master in the palace is an immortal, and he has seen with his own eyes that Heavenly Master's ability to call wind and rain.

At that time, Fang Ling still scoffed, only felt that those were legends in people's mouths could not really exist, and now this strange event that ordinary people could not understand was released on his body, he believed it, it turned out that it was really so magical, he was cut by this dagger, and he had incredible ability.

Fang Ling's heart was beating wildly, and he vaguely realized that maybe this was an opportunity to change his fate and his mother's situation. Soon calmed down, he began to try all kinds of experiments, he must understand the ability of his right hand as soon as possible, so as to make the next step, he has this calm and rational judgment, thanks to these years of experience to develop. After a series of experiments, he finally came to the conclusion that his right hand has the ability to fuse the same object, such as two ginseng sticks that are about 15 years old, and he can fuse them into ginseng that is about 30 years old. This ability is not limited to medicinal materials, any physical object can be, just now he fused two embroidery needles, and the new embroidery needles became bigger and sharper.

With this ability, do you need to worry about not having silver? With silver, you can take care of the eunuch guards in the palace, and with silver, you can cure your mother's illness, and with silver, your mother no longer needs to embroider silk cloth. With silver, you can eat hot meals, and you won't be frozen in warm cotton clothes in winter.

Fang Ling thought: If the right hand can fuse good items, then can the bad medicinal materials in the Tai Hospital be fused? If the bad medicinal materials in the Tai Hospital can be fused into fresh medicinal materials, and then sell these fresh medicinal materials outside the palace, this is not a good deal without capital and ten thousand profits?

Fang Ling thought of this, so he decided to go to the Tai Hospital.