poor family young gentleman

"Prince, this is..."

There are such spiritual beasts in this world?

After finally calming down, Wu Jin pointed to a man and a lion, his eyes filled with shock. If he still can't see that lions really don't hurt people casually, then he has lived decades in vain. Yes, but what you know is what you know. The huge size of the lion is still very shocking.

"What's the matter with it, you ask?"

Feng Jiye, with his chin resting on Yin Huanyang's shoulder, pointed to the little lion, and before he could reply, he said, "It's called the little lion, and it's the playmate and bodyguard I found for the little bun. So small, he has no power to fight back against some people who maliciously hurt him."

"... "

lion cub?Where does it look small?

However, the words behind him obviously contained something, and Wu Jin couldn't continue to continue. He tried his best to suppress the fear that the little lion brought to him, and then smiled as much as possible: "Well, Prince, can you let him step down first?" ? The servant is here to convey the emperor's oral instructions."

The scarlet lion was still blocking the door until now, even if he knew it would not hurt anyone casually, he didn't have the courage to enter the hall against its huge threat, let alone the accompanying eunuchs.

"Oral order?"

Raising his eyebrows, Feng Jiye deliberately pretended to be ignorant: "Now is the time when the spring plowing is busy, what can the emperor give me? Let me say yes first, if I still ask me to pay for it This palace does not have food, in order to allow the people to start the spring plowing work normally, this palace and the crown prince suppressed all the money they have accumulated for many years, and even borrowed a lot from Mr. Huan Shaojing and Yixiong."

Now there are no refugees outside the city. The two dragons raised their heads in February two days ago, and the spring plowing work started in an orderly manner. Because they planted the seedlings first, all villages are hurrying to plant seedlings. As for those who asked him to borrow grain Most of the ordinary people here, the sweet potato seeds that most of them choose have almost begun to be planted. Now, who in the capital and outside of the capital would not say that the prince's husband is benevolent?It is no exaggeration to say that many people only have the prince and husband in their minds and no emperor.

"How dare the emperor ask you to pay for food and money again, please stop joking, Prince."

What he asks you to do is more than paying for money and food!

Wu Jin didn't dare to say this in advance, otherwise he might not be able to convey the edict today, and he has personally experienced the methods of the prince.

"It's almost there."

Feng Jiye kept his composure and continued to pretend that he didn't see through his disguise. With a snap of his fingers, the little lion's golden eyes gave him a final hard look, turned around and swung his fat buttocks back to the corner of the hall, and continued to be with the old lion Playing around the little bun, the little bun seems to know that his father and dad are busy, so he doesn't need to worry about them at all, he happily crawls between the old lion and the little lion, having a great time!

"Thank you, Prince!"

After hesitating outside for a long time, after confirming that neither of the two male lions would pounce on him suddenly, Wu Jin led the frightened little eunuchs into the hall tremblingly, while Jin Yiwei was left outside.

"Let's talk, what the hell does the old emperor want to do when he's fine?"

Leaning against Yin Huanyang, Feng Jiye caressed his protruding belly and narrowed his eyes slightly. No matter where he looked, he couldn't tell that he already knew everything, but Yin Huanyang was always deserted in front of outsiders, and no one was there. What can be seen from his handsome face.

"Cough cough..."

Clearing his throat to give himself courage, Wu Jin sang sharply: "The emperor said, it is said that the prince's medical skills are excellent, and it happened that the second son Huanting was shocked by the thunder and his mind was damaged. Please enter the palace quickly to treat Huanting. Diagnosis and treatment, regardless of whether the prince can cure Huanting or not, I will remember a great achievement, thank you!"

Finally finished conveying, Wu Jin breathed a sigh of relief, but the most difficult thing is how to get them to enter the palace willingly, Wu Jin can't stop his headache when he thinks about this.

"I just want to know, who is it said?"

"... "

Prince, please stop playing!

Wu Jin's forehead went black, even if he was a fool, he would know that the prince was simply playing tricks on him.

"What are you doing in a daze? Are you dumb?"

With a raised eyebrow, Feng Jiye didn't look like he was playing tricks on him at all, Wu Jin said helplessly: "Prince, please spare the slave, can you stop playing?"

"Didn't you play with me first?"

Holding his stomach and moving his body a little, Feng Jiye pouted and continued, "I don't even know when I will be good at medicine. You heard that I am excellent in medicine when you came here. Aren't you just kidding me?"

"But some people say that you, Mr. Prince, just touched Ling Jie's pulse in Penglai Village that day and knew that she was pregnant and had a miscarriage..."

"Who is a martial arts student who can't simply call the pulse? Is this also considered medical skills?"

Feng Jiye rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Is there any more?"

He would like to see where they base their claim of his excellent medical skills.

"Forehead…"

How could Wu Jin not know the twists and turns in this matter?But this is not something he can decide.

"Tell me, I won't do anything to you."

Anyway, he did help him last night, didn't he?And this matter really has nothing to do with Wu Jin, Feng Jiye still has some sense of propriety.

"The doctor Zhang also said that he used to go to the university scholar's office to diagnose you. He said that your disease was brought from the mother's womb. You are 30 years old, but you have suffered so many hardships after experiencing the disaster of the university scholar's mansion. Not only did you not lose your body, but you look better and better. It must be your excellent medical skills that cured yourself. There is also the precious rain that you and His Royal Highness begged for, saying that you may have extraordinary abilities."

After thinking about it, Wu Jin simply repeated what Zhang Yuyi said. Anyway, this is not a secret, and it won't take long for everyone to know.

"A doctor doesn't heal himself. As an imperial doctor, he doesn't understand such a simple truth? Practicing martial arts doesn't have to be about fighting fiercely, the most important thing is to strengthen your body. There must be many people who know how to use martial arts in this palace, right? They don’t understand common sense? You have to be stupid enough to have a lower limit, okay?”

Feng Jiye didn't pretend this time on purpose, but really expressed deep concern about the emperor's IQ on his forehead. Just based on a few casual words from others, he concluded that his medical skills are excellent. This IQ simply crushes everything in the world. No?Pigs are probably a bit smarter than him, right?However, he also knew that what really convinced them that he had the ability to heal Yin Huanting was probably the matter of praying for rain. Most people in this era are superstitious, and Baixin respects him as the Son of God. Although the emperor is unwilling to admit it, he is afraid of it, otherwise There will be no more nasty thoughts of inviting him into the palace to accompany the king.

"Prince, the emperor asked you to go back to the palace with the slaves, look..."

He also knew that this matter was absurd, but the emperor's will was like this, how could he, a slave, dare to make irresponsible remarks?

"Don't go!"

Before Feng Jiye, Yin Huanyang slammed out two words coldly, Wu Jin, who knew it would be like this, said with a shy smile: "Your Highness, this matter is not up to the slaves to say, please be kind, Shall I go to the palace with my servant?"

Whether to go or not, the result is the same. He believes that the prince and his wife are smart people. If they go, at least they will have an explanation to the outside world, so as not to let the officials or the common people discuss anything. If they don't go, they will be in great trouble later.

"Go back and report to the emperor, Prince..."

"Husband!"

The play that was supposed to be performed was almost done, Feng Jiye stopped him at the right time: "Husband, let's just go there, so as not to be accused of being narrow-minded in the future, because Yin Huanting deliberately didn't save him after he beat Xiao Baozi."

"Who cares what others say? I only want you and your child to be happy."

Yin Huanyang frowned, not only was he cooperating with him in acting, but he really didn't want him to go from the bottom of his heart, even though he had already made arrangements!

"I'm very happy. It's okay. Walking around more is good for our children's growth, isn't it?"

Holding his hand on his stomach, Feng Jiye smiled softly, no one could imagine how fierce and tough he was when he was angry.

"You!"

Poking his head helplessly, Yin Huanyang hugged him and stood up: "Then I will accompany you for a walk."

"Ah."

Seeing that the couple had already discussed it, Wu Jin hit the iron while the iron was hot, and hurriedly leaned forward: "Prince, Prince, do you want to take your own car?"

"No, they have already driven out of our car, so let's take the carriage."

Yin Huanyang hadn't gone out today, and their cars were parked at Xikuayuan at night, and Wu Jin couldn't see whether they drove out or not.

"Yes, my servant, let someone prepare a carriage for you."

Wu Jin didn't think too much, so he bowed and retreated first. Feng Jiye slightly pushed Yin Huanyang away, walked to the corner, picked up the little bun and kissed him: "My dear son, Daddy and King Father have something to go out, so it's not convenient to take him with you." Look at you, obediently stay at home and play with the lion father and brother, you know?"

"Daddy, nest... Be good!"

Xiao Baozi, who has been ten months old, can speak more and more, and I don't know if he understands what he said. When he heard the word "obedient", he happily pointed at himself, expressing that he is a cute and obedient baby.

"Well, our little bun is the most obedient, I'll reward you."

Feng Jiye kissed his little face again, and gave him a rainbow lollipop as if by magic, the little bun happily took it with a cheer, and Feng Jiye put it back again: "Old lion, little lollipop." I'm counting on you, Baozi."

"Humph!"

Looking up at him lazily, the old lion is as arrogant as ever, and he hasn't calmed down about the little bun being beaten last time, and he doesn't want to talk to him.

"Thanks."

Patting the little lion's head again, Feng Jiye stood up and walked towards Yin Huanyang: "Let's go."

"Ah."

Yin Huanyang hugged him with one hand, and he didn't forget to put a cloak with a moiré sable fur collar on him before going out. It's already spring in February, but the capital is still very cold. He doesn't want to go out for a walk and come back to his wife My son caught a cold.

"His Royal Highness, Prince, please!"

When the couple walked out of Xichang Metropolitan Government's Mansion, Wu Jin who was already waiting beside the carriage greeted him respectfully, Yin Huanyang ignored him and took Feng Jiye into the carriage.

"Back to the palace!"

Wu Jin didn't dare to have an opinion, as long as they were willing to enter the palace, he would thank God for their eight generations of ancestors, how could he dare to pick and choose and despise their attitude?

Accompanied by the sound of singing, the two carriages escorted by dozens of royal guards slowly headed towards the palace. Compared with off-road vehicles, the carriages that dared not go too fast because of Feng Jiye's body were undoubtedly only slow. Here, Feng Jiye leaned against Yin Huanyang leisurely, took his hand and scratched it playfully on his palm, as if he was flirting, but also as if he was writing and depicting something.