Divine Doctor's Daughter: Black-bellied Crown Princess

Chapter 5 Taking Over the Pharmacy
Feng Ziyu went out following the sound, and saw the whip sweeping past the aunt's ear, taking off half of her ear.

The nun let out a scream, but the whip seemed to have eyes. No matter how she dodged, she was still covered in blood. What, can you afford such a carriage?"

"Old Wu, that's enough."

A somewhat old-fashioned voice came from the car, and the coachman hummed, obviously disrespecting the person who spoke, but he didn't know what he was thinking, and stopped his hands with an unhappy expression.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing a somewhat haggard face.

Lin, who followed, exclaimed with surprise on his face: "Mom!"

That old man is Lin's wet nurse, Nanny Zhang. When Lin's mother and son were expelled from the Feng residence, Feng Daoyuan feared that the three of them would spoil the reputation of the Feng residence, so he suppressed Nanny Zhang in the residence.

Seeing that she looks much more haggard than her peers, it is obvious that she has suffered a lot in Fengfu.

Lin's face moved and held Zhang Nanny's hand, her voice was trembling with excitement: "Mother, you have suffered."

Nanny Zhang burst into tears.

She was raised by Lin Shi, and she has long regarded her as her own daughter. They haven't seen each other for three years, and the two of them have too much to talk about.

But when the words came to her lips, she just patted Lin's hand: "Madam, this servant is not bitter, this servant is here to bring you good news, the Eighth Prince is about to return in triumph."

Feng Ziyu couldn't help but accosted at the side: "The eighth prince? What does his triumphant return have to do with us?"

"Miss is already this old." Nanny Zhang looked at Feng Ziyu lovingly, and then said, "In the early years, Miss made a marriage contract with the Eighth Prince, and now that the Eighth Prince has turned around, it's time for us to make the best of our hardships." , this time, the old madam asked me to pick up the madam and the young lady and the young master back to the mansion, so that the young lady can marry the eighth prince as soon as possible."

Feng Ziyu curled her lips: "The Eighth Prince is really so powerful, Feng Daoyuan wouldn't have sent us here back then."

Nanny Zhang also sighed and replied: "Miss, you don't know, the Eighth Prince has won the battle, and now he is a very popular figure in the court. We can take advantage of this wind."

Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

It doesn't matter if she is alone in this poor country, but this pair of children can't let them suffer with her.

Thinking of this, she nodded: "Okay, let's go."

Feng Mansion's carriage is not bad, the interior is luxuriously decorated and very comfortable.Feng Zizhang is a child at heart, everything he sees feels fresh, and he has a great time playing in the carriage.

Nanny Zhang and Mrs. Lin were talking about the Feng residence, only Feng Ziyu looked out the window thoughtfully.

The capital city is to the north, but the carriage has been running towards the west.

Since this coachman came from the capital, why can't he even go back the same way?

Thinking of this, she felt that a big stone was pressed on her heart, her eyelids twitched uncomfortably, she simply got out of the carriage and sat beside the driver.

"Abbot, how many years have you been in Fengfu, why have I never seen you?"

The coachman didn't expect Feng Ziyu to come out, so he was taken aback. Hearing her question, he laughed dryly: "The little one has been in Feng's residence for almost 20 years. Miss has been in the inner house, so naturally I haven't seen the young one."

"Oh, really?" Feng Ziyu nodded meaningfully, then looked at his hand.

She still remembered the scene where the whip directly cut off half of the nun's ear just now, and she would definitely not be able to reach that level without decades of effort. This man could not be an ordinary coachman.

She reached out and took out a small anesthesia gun from the pharmacy, and then said flatly: "It seems that my father is quite good now, even the driver who drives the car is a first-class master."

The coachman turned around in astonishment, but he realized that Feng Ziyu was only a 12-year-old girl, so he found an excuse to perfuse her: "Master was worried that Miss would have an accident on the way, so he sent the younger one here."

Feng Ziyu sneered: "Are you afraid that we will have an accident, or are you afraid that we will not have an accident?"

"What are you talking about, Miss?" The coachman's eyes were a little wary, and he stretched out his hand to his waist.

He originally thought of becoming the man of this car when he went to a remote place, but now, it seems that he can't help it.

Feng Ziyu noticed his subtle movements, straightened her upper body, and said coldly: "I haven't recognized the road to the capital for 20 years, but I don't know if you recognize this Huangquan Road or not?"

The thoughts in his heart were exposed, and the coachman became furious, and finally showed his ugly face.

He grinned grinningly, moved his hand violently, and pulled out the dagger: "Little girl, the adults at home haven't taught you, so don't ask what you shouldn't ask? Anyway, you are going to die, so let the king of hell answer you."

But before the blade touched Feng Ziyu, he opened his eyes wide in astonishment, with an anesthesia needle in his forehead, before he could react, he fell on his back.

Feng Ziyu moved like the wind, quickly grabbed the dagger in his hand, slashed at his neck, and blood gushed out.

She frowned and kicked the corpse down, throwing away the blood-stained dagger.

The driver was lost, the carriage jerked sideways, and everyone in the carriage screamed in unison.

Feng Ziyu yanked the reins with all her strength, and drove the carriage towards the direction of the capital.

The sharpness in her eyes could not be concealed: Next, I want to see what ghosts and monsters are in the prime minister's mansion.

Fearing that there would be another accident on the road, except for the necessary rest, Feng Ziyu kept on going, and finally arrived in the capital after 20 days.

As soon as you enter the city, a warm atmosphere blows your face.

She asked a passer-by to ask, and saw that the person's face could not conceal the joy: "The eighth prince has returned home in triumph!"

Only then did Feng Ziyu realize that the people along the road were holding flower sachets in their hands, apparently to welcome the triumphant return of the army.

"Hey, give me a break." A yamen servant drove Feng Ziyu and his party aside, the city gate was wide open, and the army slowly entered the city.

Feng Ziyu looked at it with interest, and frowned for a while.

The triumphant return should be joyful, but the atmosphere of this army is dull, and there is no joy of winning the battle at all.

But she went back to Beijing all the way, and the inn from the border to the capital was also rumored all the way, so the news of this victory is beyond doubt.

It seems that it is not easy to be so abnormal. The water in the capital city is probably more muddy than she imagined.

"That's the Eighth Prince!"

There were whispers of discussion among the crowd, Feng Ziyu looked in the direction of everyone's eyes, it was a chariot covered with veils on all sides.

A gust of wind blew, and the veil was lifted by a corner.

Feng Ziyu's eyes are sharp, and she can see the person sitting in the car at a glance, wearing a hollow golden mask, and the tear mole at the corner of the right eye, which is extremely strange.

Her eyes widened.

It's him!

(End of this chapter)