Divine Doctor's Daughter: Black-bellied Crown Princess

Chapter 302

Feng Ziyu didn't know what was going on in Chen Lingcheng's mind, if she knew, Feng Ziyu would probably die of laughter.

She developed the antidote completely in the pharmacy space. To be honest, the pharmacy space is much more comfortable than the outside, and it feels so good to be completely in control of everything in that space. This kind of feeling is afraid that I will have something that I shouldn't have in the future, so I desperately suppress my desire to enter the space to play.

It's just that under such circumstances, Feng Ziyu still looks forward to the time when she has a certain reason to go in.

Shen Yan was such an almost perfect opportunity.

Because Shen Yan's illness needs to be diagnosed and cured, Feng Ziyu can go to the pharmacy whenever she has something to do, it feels so pleasant.

Anyway, Feng Ziyu didn't feel wronged at all.

"After you heal Shen Yan, I have a gift for you."

Chen Lingcheng still felt that Feng Ziyu had paid too much for him, and thinking of what Feng Ziyu said last time that she had been on his side since the engagement agreement, his heart was soft and messed up.

Even the eyes are a little gentle.

Feng Ziyu really didn't understand what caused the trouble in Chen Lingcheng, but the current appearance of Chen Lingcheng was much better than the cold appearance before, so Feng Ziyu was naturally happy.

"Sure, will you give me whatever I want?" Feng Ziyu asked with a smile.

She smiled like a flower, and Chen Lingcheng looked a little absent-minded.

Chen Lingcheng sometimes thinks that this woman really doesn't know how outstanding her looks are.

"Don't allow so many people to laugh in the future!"

Chen Lingcheng spoke in a vicious voice.

Feng Ziyu: "..."

She glanced at Chen Lingcheng like she was looking at a lunatic.

His lips moved, wanting to scold someone, but in the end he didn't scold because of his identity.

Just thinking about it in my heart.

Who are you?
It was very gentle just now, but now it has become like this.

Who said women can change quickly?In fact, the speed at which men change their faces is not bad.

"I see." Being stared at by Chen Lingcheng's scorching eyes, how dare Feng Ziyu say that she doesn't want to?Aggrieved Baba agreed.

Only then did Chen Lingcheng nodded in satisfaction.

The carriage soon arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When Feng Ziyu was about to get out of the car, Chen Lingcheng reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"What's wrong?" Feng Ziyu turned her head and glanced at Chen Lingcheng.

Chen Lingcheng smiled: "I will pick you up in three days."

For some reason, Feng Ziyu suddenly felt a little red on her face.

Although he clearly knew that Chen Lingcheng was coming to pick her up to the Shangshu Mansion, but somehow there was a sweet feeling in his heart.

"Okay." After hastily agreeing, Feng Ziyu jumped out of the carriage.

Qing Hong stretched out her hand and was about to help Feng Ziyu get off the car: "..."

She silently took back her outstretched hand, with a look of indescribable expression on her face.

My lady is really tough.

She really couldn't find her presence anymore.

Ugh.

The master is too powerful, the girl is very sad.

……

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Feng Ziyu sat in Chen Lingcheng's carriage, and was sent to the Shangshu Mansion by Chen Lingcheng.

This time, Chen Lingcheng didn't follow him in, and only said that he would come to pick up Feng Ziyu when the time came.

This made Feng Ziyu feel like she was a kid studying in school, waiting for someone to pick her up every day.

"I can go back by myself." Feng Ziyu felt that this was too troublesome, so she said.

Chen Lingcheng's gaze sank, and the corner of his mouth curled up in an unhappy way, and he said, "I'll pick it up."

Feng Ziyu: "..."

Being stared at by Chen Lingcheng like this, Feng Ziyu didn't know what to say, so she could only nod her head.

Only then did Chen Lingcheng leave contentedly.

Feng Ziyu: "..."

She and Qinghong were welcomed in by people from the Shangshu Mansion, and when they reached a place where no one was there, Feng Ziyu asked Qinghong quietly: "When you were training in the Eighth Prince's Mansion, was your Eighth Prince like this?"

Qing Hong: "..."

This question is really asking the wrong person.

"Miss, the eighth prince was not directly responsible for the training of our hidden guards, so what we learn and how well we learn are not directly related to the eighth prince."

Feng Ziyu suddenly felt a little strange: "But he made people train you, didn't he? You are the strongest, don't you even need to meet the master?"

Qing Hong shook her head: "No need, we always know that the person we want to be loyal to is the Eighth Prince, as long as we remember this, other things have nothing to do with us."

Feng Ziyu didn't know what to say.

"Miss, why did you suddenly ask this question?" Qing Hong asked curiously.

Feng Ziyu said: "That's it..."

Qing Hong looked at Feng Ziyu seriously, and Feng Ziyu said with a sad face: "Because I always feel that the eighth prince of your family seems to be playing a growing game with me."

Qing Hong didn't understand what Feng Ziyu meant at all, and asked curiously: "What is a nurturing game?"

Feng Ziyu was powerless to complain: "Just raise me as a daughter."

Qing Hong: "..."

Qing Hong endured for a long time before finally not laughing.

Just to digest what Feng Ziyu said, Qinghong didn't speak for a long time.

Because she was afraid that she would laugh out loud when she spoke.

"Miss, why do you feel this way?"

Feng Ziyu said: "Don't you think so? He seems to have asked me a little too much recently. Obviously, I can come to the Prime Minister's Mansion by myself, or I can go back by myself. Every time he insists on coming to pick him up, he acts like I It’s like a kid reading a book.”

Qing Hong couldn't help but think back to the scenes of these days, and suddenly felt that what her lady said really seemed to be quite a lot.

It seems that the eighth prince has completely treated his young lady like fragile porcelain recently.

"...This...Miss, the Eighth Prince must care about you." Qing Hong said.

Feng Ziyu snorted lightly: "I don't think so."

Qing Hong: "..."

When the two arrived at Shen Yan's room, they saw Shen Yan writing.

Compared with Feng Nuanyu, Shen Yan is actually a top-notch noble girl, but she is not the kind of noble girl who is completely proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She likes reading and writing, and is not interested in other things.

Every time Feng Ziyu sees the picture of Shen Yan writing, she will have a feeling of tranquility.

If she hadn't been involved in the prince's struggle, Shen Yan might have become a very famous talented woman like those celebrities in ancient times.

"Sister is here, come in and sit down, Xing'er, hurry up and serve tea." Shen Yan saw Feng Ziyu, put down the pen in her hand and said enthusiastically.

Feng Ziyu smiled back, feeling a little overwhelmed by Shen Yan's enthusiasm.

(End of this chapter)