After dressing as a villain's ex-wife, she went crazy for whitewashing

She's not a teenage girl anymore, she just helps to fix her hair, so naturally she won't blush and heartbeat.

Ever since she understood her own intentions, Lu Xiyue treated Xiao Yunheng more and more calmly.

It's normal to like someone, not to mention that this person is Xiao Yunheng, she doesn't think that being tempted is a disadvantage.

Besides, her goal is mountains, rivers, seas, gold, silver and treasures.

It's just feelings, how could it become a stumbling block to her success.

But Zhao Pinqian's letter reminded her of one thing.

"What if we let Mr. Feng come to treat Wei Ning?"

"Not a bad idea."

Xiao Yunheng didn't want to see Wei Ning, of course, and his deputy Xuanfeng, but Lu Xiyue didn't want them to die, so he had no choice but to rest his thoughts.

Now that he has such an opportunity to go back to Yannan with Lu Xiyue and make her not worry, he naturally has no reason to refute.

The next day, Lu Xiyue brought Feng flute to see Wei Ning.

Finally seeing the patient who was poisoned by fire, Feng Changdi was really excited.

He is good at detoxifying fire and poison, but it is based on theory and has never been practiced.

A few days ago, I also watched Lu Xiyue's preparation of medicines, and thought that she taught me acupuncture without thinking of rewards, so I didn't have the nerve to ask.

Wei Ning was half lying on the bed, wearing a middle coat, the room was lit with charcoal fire, Xuan Feng waited on him.

"Miss Lu." Seeing the person coming, Xuanfeng said respectfully.

Lu Xiyue nodded, and walked to Wei Ning with Feng flute.

"Hand out," she said.

Wei Ning glanced at the strange old man behind her in surprise, and held out his wrist.

Under Lu Xiyue's gesture, Feng flute got on his pulse.

With this exploration, Feng Changdi's eyes that were secretly excited gradually turned serious. He didn't expect that the fire poison in this kid's body was so serious that it was about to attack his heart.

After a long time, he withdrew his hand and said in a complicated way: "Fortunately, his heart veins were damaged, otherwise the fire poison would invade, and even the gods would be hard to save."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Wei Ning again, touched the horrific scar on the young man's face, and said calmly: "This kid is lucky to meet you, Miss Lu, otherwise, the big hole in his heart will be enough without the fire poison attack His life."

Hearing that the old man revealed all his symptoms just by taking a pulse, Wei Ning frowned, and looked at Lu Xiyue: "This is..."

"Feng flute."

!!!

Wei Ning was stunned: "Is it the doctor Zufeng's flute?"

"Haha, the boy has good eyesight, yes, he is the old man." Feng flute smiled and stroked his beard.

Wei Ning couldn't help being surprised, the trace of the medical ancestor is more difficult to find than those genius doctors and medical saints, how could Lu Xiyue recognize him?

Lu Xiyue said lightly: "From today onwards, if your injury is still poisonous, Mr. Feng will treat you."

She has already made an agreement with Feng flute.

Although he wasn't very familiar with that set of acupuncture, but to detoxify Wei Ning, even if he didn't use that set of acupuncture, it would be the same to prick according to the acupuncture points, but the speed was slower.

She also left the recipe for the medicated bath to Feng Changdi, both of whom are doctors, and the other party is an old man who has practiced medicine for many years, and has more experience than her.

Lu Xiyue was relieved.

"What about you?" Wei Ning frowned.

"I have something else to do."

"What's the matter, I'm your patient, you want to abandon me?"

The young man's face was pale, his voice was shallow, and he was afraid of tearing the wound, and there was a sense of grievance for no reason.

The corner of Lu Xiyue's mouth twitched and ignored him.

"Little girl, you heard from Xuanfeng yesterday that you were teaching this old man how to do acupuncture. Could it be that, let me leave it for him to practice."

Feng flute's expression was serious: "..."

How can this kid talk, it's rude.

Xuanfeng pulled the charcoal brazier aside with an iron hook, and silently walked away from the dispute.

He could see that the master liked to tease Miss Lu very much.

But most of the time, the master didn't say anything about Miss Lu.

Lu Xiyue raised her eyebrows and showed a smile: "Yes, it's just practice."

Seeing this, Wei Ning covered his heart, as if in pain: "Little girl, you are not kind."

"If I'm not kind, I'll let you die outside." Lu Xiyue was annoyed.

"Mr. Feng, go ahead and get the needle, I'm leaving first."

"go Go."

Feng flute cheerfully sent him out: "Miss Lu, don't worry, within three months, I promise to cure this kid."

"It's work."

After Lu Xiyue left, Feng Changdi returned to the room, asked Wei Ning to take off his shirt and began to get the needles.

His strikes were quite heavy, and blood oozes out several times.

Even though this little injury was harmless and it was nothing to him, Wei Ning felt the old man's dislike for him.

"Senior only met me once today, and he seems to hate me very much."

If it's just once today, it's okay, considering that he still has to treat his illness for several months, Wei Ning thinks it's good to start talking.

Feng flute didn't change his face, he pinched the silver needle into his skin and said without changing his face: "I hate you, what I said, how can I hate you."

"But senior is an ancestor of medicine, so it's not possible that the acupuncture points can't be pierced properly."

Even ordinary doctors rarely experience bleeding from needle pricks.

"Tsk, as the saying goes, horses stumble and people stumble. I haven't done it for a long time, and I'm a little rusty."

That being said, when the needle was inserted again, Feng flute deliberately increased the force.

A trace of blood oozed from the young man's wheat-colored skin, and he immediately smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, missed, missed."

Wei Ning: "..."

He was sure that the old man did it on purpose.

After the needle was done, Feng flute wanted him to lie down, but realized belatedly that he didn't know how to address him.

"Boy, you haven't told the old man yet, what's your name?"

"Junior Wei Ning, this is my bodyguard Xuanfeng."

Xuanfeng respectfully raised his hand and bowed to Feng's flute.

The latter smiled kindly.

Well, this little guard is nice and polite.

"Tell me, how did you get this wound?" He asked casually.

Wei Ning was silent for a moment, "I was hunted down by my enemies."

Feng flute sneered, but didn't say whether he believed it or not, his eyes fell on his face, and he began to examine it seriously.

Wei Ning pursed his lips, not taking himself lightly.

"The scars on the face have been around for some years, and it's more troublesome to get rid of them. Can you bear the pain?"

"Of course I can bear it."

In the past, he was all about revenge, and the scars on his face were nothing to him. Later, when he had someone in his heart, he thought about getting rid of the scars, but he didn't meet a good doctor.

However, when he met a powerful doctor, he was almost killed by his sweetheart.

Even if it is the I Ching washing marrow, as long as you can change your appearance, there is nothing you can't bear.

Without the killer door, and with Yao Xinyu and the third prince behind him, Wei Ning began to plan for revenge in the future.

"That's fine. I read Miss Lu's prescription. She is a little conservative, probably because she is afraid of hurting you, but I am different."

He paused, and took out a porcelain bottle from the medicine chest.