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

Chapter 16 It’s obviously a cure

But... Feng Wuming always felt that something was wrong.

Nothing is right.

Feng Wuming raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he heard some joke, and raised his lips in a careless smile.

The next second, he stood up quickly, looked down at Ye Zhiyu with his hands behind his back, and moved closer like a snow leopard hunting.But he still had that half-smiling look on his face, which was really dangerous.

An alarm bell rang in Ye Zhiyu's heart, and he retreated subconsciously, but he did not expect that the retreat behind him was blocked by a table.

"thump-"

The books on the desk were knocked over and fell to the wooden floor with a muffled sound.

When she turned around in the moment of distraction, Feng Wuming had already leaned close to her eyes.

The handsome face magnified in sight.

"It's true that I am ignorant. God's methods of healing and saving people are really rare."

"What kind of secret skill requires such skin-to-skin contact?"

When he mentioned the words "skin-to-skin contact", Feng Wuming obviously emphasized his tone, sounding a bit gritty.

It's just...why does his reaction seem a bit like being teased/played by someone, and he is so angry that he secretly wants to accuse him?
Ye Zhiyu almost couldn't hold back when he thought of this sense of déjà vu.

Of course, under the current situation, Ye Zhiyu didn't dare to really laugh.

Still the dog's life matters.

"How can this be considered skin-to-skin contact, Your Majesty?"

Ye Zhiyu blinked, his clear almond eyes full of innocence.

Hearing this, the corners of Feng Wuming's mouth twitched, and there was a vague feeling of beating on his forehead.

"Then to what extent is skin-to-skin intimacy considered in your eyes?"

Does this woman have the slightest bit of self-consciousness she should have?
Feng Wuming almost laughed out of anger, but when he came back to his senses, he felt that he might have had a mental disorder today.There was no need to bring her here to ask her questions specifically. It was like playing the piano to an ox.

"Anyway, in the eyes of us doctors, this is no different from acupuncture, massage, and massage, Your Majesty," Ye Zhiyu raised his eyes slyly, pretending to be innocent and asked, "If it wasn't to treat your illness, then it could be for What?"

"You don't think the civilian woman wants to take advantage of you, do you?"

Ye Zhiyu screamed in low voice and covered his mouth in an exaggerated manner.

"Wang Xiao'e, you really want to die, right?"

The anger on Feng Wuming's face could no longer be suppressed, and the air pressure around him was extremely low. He clenched his back molars, and his tone was as cold as ice.

"Don't you dare! Your Majesty is a heavenly being. Even if you borrow ten courages from a common woman, a common woman would never dare to take advantage of your Majesty!"

Ye Zhiyu pretended to kneel down and shouted, raising his hand to admit his mistake.

"To shut up……"

It's so noisy and really embarrassing.

Feng Wuming couldn't bear it and picked it up for her, throwing it away coldly.

Then he rolled his sleeves and turned around in disgust, not wanting to take another look.

"My lord, is it important what kind of treatment is used? It's not important!"

Ye Zhiyu shook his body before standing still, gave a silly smile, and continued to explain.

"What matters is the therapeutic effect!"

"May I ask, Your Majesty, if you feel that the pain in your heart has gradually diminished and your breath has become more stable recently? This is all because the poison in Your Majesty's body is getting lighter and lighter. It was the common woman who spent a lot of effort and tried all the methods. The result was obtained after repeated attempts.”

The implication is: It was I, Ye Zhiyu, who saved your life. Without me, you would have been poisoned to death sooner or later.

It's already pretty good that you can still stand here well. Do you care what method I use to treat you?

(End of this chapter)