The guard said with a nose and eyes, Feng Yi was even more shocked, he clenched his fists, how could this be?

Yesterday, those imperial doctors still had a headache and couldn't think of a solution, but as soon as he left, those refugees were saved?

What was Feng Huayin thinking, did he think that he was going to rob him of his credit, so he didn't treat those refugees for a long time?

Or, is all this due to Ning Xiyue, she just doesn't like publicity, so she secretly treats those refugees and asks Feng Huayin to keep it secret?

If it was really the latter, then he would have been tricked by Ning Xiyue, Ning Xiyue just deliberately acted in front of him, nothing more.

But no matter what, he always had to rush over to see, if this plague was really cured by Ning Xiyue, then he would underestimate that woman's heart was dead.

"Prepare the horse, His Royal Highness will go in person."

With a flick of his robe, Feng Yici left the prince's mansion quickly.

I felt outside the city as quickly as possible, and sure enough, as the guards said, all the refugees who had only one breath left had recovered, although their faces were still pale, but it was obvious that their expressions were much better than before, and the rash on their faces was also fading little by little.

"Could it really be Ning Xiyue?"

Feng Yici muttered, Ning Xiyue could have left with him yesterday, but Ning Xiyue insisted on staying in the end.

Heh, Ning Xiyue must have stayed to help these refugees on the grounds that she had the plague, it must be so.

Thinking of this, Feng Yici tightened the horse rope and quickly rushed to the place where Ning Xiyue lived.

When he arrived at the place, Feng Yici turned over and dismounted, walked into the tent quickly, grabbed Ning Xiyue's wrist, and forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart: "Xiyue, those refugees were cured by you, aren't they?" Tell me, isn't it? ”

Ning Xiyue frowned, and quietly withdrew her hand: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, what you say, Xiyue doesn't understand." ”

Feng Yici's news is really good enough, and he actually got the news that the refugees were cured so quickly, and even thought of himself.

It seems that her previous layout is necessary, otherwise, even if she says that it is not herself now, Feng Yici will not believe it.

Her eyes turned red instantly, Ning Xiyue turned her back and shook her head vigorously: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, don't touch me, Xiyue has been infected." ”

When the words fell, he rolled up his sleeve, and there was a large area of redness and swelling on it that would not have time to be eliminated.

Feng Yici looked at the redness and swelling, frowned secretly, and took out his square towel to wipe his hands as soon as possible.

Regardless of whether there is a way to solve this plague, Feng Yici does not want to be infected.

Out of the corner of her eye, she took in Feng Yici's movements, and Ning Xiyue sneered sarcastically in her heart, Feng Yici was a selfish person, which she should have seen clearly a long time ago, but unfortunately, in her previous life, she didn't see the true face of this hypocrite until she was used to death.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the tent, and Ning Xiyue walked out quickly, and at a glance saw the monk beside Feng Huayin who looked a little fairy-like.

and Feng Huayin's eyes met, and the other party nodded almost invisibly.

Ning Xiyue saluted excitedly: "Master, thanks to you, you saved the little girl's life, please accept the little girl's worship." ”

When the words fell, he saluted respectfully, and his grateful look made Feng Huayin feel funny.

Yue'er's acting skills are really good and people can't fault them, presumably, the mood of the prince now must be very complicated and contradictory!

Feng Huayin guessed well, Feng Yici's current mood is very complex and contradictory, with mixed tastes, and it can even be said to be angry.

The person who cured the plague turned out to be not Ning Xiyue, but this monk who came out of nowhere, how could Feng Yici not be angry?

Looking at the monk scrutinically, Feng Yici said coldly: "Where are you a monk, do you know medical skills?" You know, if you kill someone, you will be punished. ”

The monk was not surprised to hear Feng Yici's question, he folded his hands and lowered his eyelids: "The poor monk Dharma name Bodhi, traveling all over the world, just for the Buddha to purify all sentient beings, yesterday passing by the country of Fuchen, I heard that the people here got the plague, so I did good deeds on behalf of the Bodhisattva, Amitabha." ”

Feng Yici stared at the monk for a long time, but he didn't see the reason, so he was helpless, and nodded in response.

I know that Feng Yici is a careful, cautious person, and if he stays any longer, he will definitely see through that this monk is a fake.

Ning Xiyue secretly glanced at him, and Zhang Wei immediately said: "His Royal Highness the Prince, Lord Wang, let's go and see over there, if the refugees are better, then we can inform the emperor of his old man's home, so as not to make everyone in the capital panic." ”

"That makes sense."

Feng Huayin nodded: "His Royal Highness the Prince, please come here." ”

The prince touched a soft nail, and his mood was not much better, but he was the prince, and he couldn't lose his image of worrying about the country, Feng Yici nodded, and then he strode to follow.

In the blink of an eye, Ning Xiyue and the 'Daoist monk' were left, Ning Xiyue squinted her eyes and said coldly: "You are ...... Feng Ming? ”

If an ordinary person played it, he would have panicked when he was questioned by Feng Yici just now, and this person was not only very calm, but also said everything he said about Feng Ming.

"Miss Ning, you're so smart that you're scared of me."

Feng Ming made a bitter face: "I wanted to find a Taoist priest or something, but the prince said that those people were unreliable and easy to leak secrets, so he asked me to wear a human skin* mask and pretend to be a monk." ”

Speaking of this, Feng Ming was very depressed, after all, on such a hot day, he was wearing a robe and a human skin* mask.

Don't talk about whether you're tired or not, let's just talk about walking, he usually walks on the wall, but today, he still has to walk slowly like a boudoir lady.

It's a short stretch of road, and it took half an hour to walk, which is really ......

The corners of Ning Xiyue's mouth twitched faintly: "Your master is right, Feng Ming, you have worked hard for two days." ”

“……”

Feng Ming's face behind the mask was very speechless, sure enough, it was not a kind of person who couldn't get together, Miss Ning and Wang Ye were both the same black belly......

Feng Yici absentmindedly followed Feng Huayin after seeing the refugees, he hurried back to the prince's mansion and locked himself in the house.

Early the next morning, Feng Yici regained his pride and dignity as the crown prince and went to the court to pay a visit, indicating that the plague had been resolved.

The plague was solved and the deaths of the people were reduced, although the emperor did not like Feng Huayin, but for the sake of face, he still gave Feng Huayin something more or less, but there was no reward.

Declined Feng Huayin's send-off, Ning Xiyue and Rong Xia walked swaggeringly on the streets of Shengjing, and everywhere they passed, they could always hear the frightened screams of the people.

Everyone looked at Ning Xiyue like a ghost, and the man at the door of the tavern who was talking endlessly about how Ning Xiyue died tragically, saw Ning Xiyue standing behind him, and screamed in fright: "Ning Xiyue...... Hell! ”