Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

Compared with her worry, Feng Jiuxi seemed much more calm. She got up and dressed quickly. She didn't seem to take this matter to heart, which made Biyun a little worried.

"Miss! Are you really sure? Just in case, just in case..."

Although in Qingfeng town, she saw the young lady heal Yang zining's mother with her own eyes, ouyangche's injury is not an ordinary pain, but it is related to the inability to operate psychic power! Even if the body is good, if the spiritual power cannot be restored, it will not be successful!

"Don't talk to the crow." lengluo couldn't help laughing.

Feng Jiuxi patted the little girl on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm not the Feng Jiuxi I used to be. Trust your young lady. I'm waiting for you to collect money and help me manage the small Treasury."

Then, she turned to look at lengluo, who was slightly looking forward to it, blinked and said, "last time I promised to find you a weapon to weigh your hand, how about the keel whip?"

Lengluo looked surprised, "miss! You want the keel whip for me!?"

Feng Jiuxi picked his eyebrows. "Otherwise? I don't like to use whips. You are smart. Whips are most suitable for you. If you practice well with aura, you will double the damage."

"Thank you, miss!" lengluo's eyes reddened.

She is just a servant of the Feng family. How could he de get such a valuable gift and be specially remembered by the young lady!

Lengluo's heart filled with bursts of warm current. Looking at Feng Jiuxi who didn't care much about this matter in front of her, her eyes became more and more firm.

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Although many people are secretly watching this gambling appointment, Linglong Hall's business is still the same as before, very few.

It is said that ouyangche has been living in the house these days and takes medicine on time every day, but his physical condition has not improved. On the contrary, it is not as good as before.

After knowing the news, several old customers of Linglong hall dared not go.

People's comments on Feng Jiuxi became more and more brazen. At the beginning, some people supported Feng Jiuxi because of the competition in Dali temple, which would turn against him one after another and denounce him unanimously.

Feng Jiuxi was surprisingly calm and instructed the store every day to make Linglong hall look new step by step.

When the third day arrived, before the sun set, Ouyang Che arrived at Linglong hall on time.

Besides them, there are Feng Taiyong and Feng Yuntian, including some people who come to join the fun.

But this time, Ouyang Che didn't come by himself, but was carried in.

"This is the good medicine you prescribed! Are you going to kill my brother?" Ouyang Qingqing scolded as soon as he entered the door.

Feng Jiuxi put down his tea cup and glanced up at ouyangche, whose face was more pale than before. Instead of worrying, he showed a look of such an expression.

"Feng Jiuxi, don't prescribe medicine just because you don't want to lose the position of the successor of the owner. You know, this is the son of Ouyang family who is the same as our Feng family, but you can't tolerate such practice!" Feng Taiyong deliberately exaggerated and said: it's almost to convict Feng Jiuxi directly.

After glancing at the onlookers and the ill looking Feng Yuntian, Feng Taiyong continued to say proudly, "the fact is here, master, you can't talk and don't count?"

"Cough, cough... Feng Jiuxi, I think highly of you. In vain, I insisted on drinking medicine for three days regardless of other people's opposition. As a result... Every day is worse than every day." Ouyang Che's voice was like a piece of something stuck in his throat, which was hoarse.

Anyone who saw ouyangche now felt that he was extremely weak.