Chapter 129 Return to Beijing

"Where is Duan Sheng? Did he come back with him?"

"Mr. Duan wants to take care of the injured Prince along the way, so he also returned to Beijing together."

Chen Furong nodded. With her as a genius doctor and disciple watching, the prince probably wouldn't go to the Hall of Hell to report.

"What did the eldest son bring?"

Li Yeyu nodded, leaned against Chen Furong and whispered: "The eldest prince, Prince Yan, has a high fever and is calling Miss Fengqi's name..."

Chen Furong raised her eyebrows and looked at Li Yeyu.

She did not hide the incident of Feng Qi's fake death from the fact that she did not hide it from the fact that the two of them were Xiao Tianmo, and it was not surprising that Xiao Tianmo knew about it.

But what does Xiao Tianmo mean?

Could it be that she wants to make a match for Feng Qi to meet the prince?

But Feng Qi finally pretended to die and escape, so how could he be willing to fall into it again?

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In an inn in the suburbs of Beijing, Prince Yan Zifeng was in a high fever, lying on the bed and murmured in a daze.

In the dream, the scenes switch from time to time.

It was the scene where he and Feng Qi first met, and he snatched the red silk that Feng Qi used to dance.

It was the first night of Fengqi's auction. He arrived in time. Fengqi lowered his eyes and said shyly, "I'm very happy that you can come..."

After a while, Feng Qi grabbed his sleeve and said to him with tears: "Your Highness the Crown Prince... Feng Qi's heart hurts so much... in the next life... I hope we will not meet again..."

...

At this moment, Yan Zifeng's face was flushed, covered with dense beads of sweat, and he kept murmuring:

"Feng Qi...Feng Qi...No...Don't...Don't leave me..."

...

When Feng Qi pushed the door and came in, she saw Yan Zifeng, whose face was flushed and her name was constantly muttering. She suddenly felt tight and hurried to the bed.

Yan Zifeng on the bed closed his eyes tightly, his eyebrows frowned into a curve, his whole face turned red due to a high fever, and he was not aware of his consciousness, and he kept murmuring:

"Feng Qi, don't leave, don't leave me, okay..."

Feng Qi hurriedly grabbed his hot hand, "Your Highness, I'm here, I'm here..."

Perhaps this voice was too familiar, it was his dream-ridden voice. Yan Zifeng struggled to open his eyes, "Feng Qi, are you really back?"

His voice was very light, and his words were filled with a hint of joy and caution.

Feng Qi nodded and responded gently: "It's me, Your Highness, you must get well quickly, Feng Qi still wants to play the piano for you..."

"good……"

Yan Zifeng showed a smile of joy and expectation on his face, and he fell asleep again.

Seeing this, Feng Qi's eyes were full of worry, and he gently touched Yan Zifeng's forehead with bare hands. She frowned and hurriedly got up and took a wet veil and put it on Yan Zifeng's forehead.

Yan Zifeng was immersed in the nightmare again, muttering something constantly, his expression full of fear and fear.

Feng Qi quickly changed his wet veil for him, and took the heated one from his forehead over and over again, and replaced it with a newly wet one. Even though his wrists began to hurt, he never stopped.

Outside the window, Chen Furong looked inside the house, turned to Xiao Tianmo and said:

"Why don't you take His Highness to the palace quickly? There are so many imperial doctors in the palace who will definitely save His Highness, let alone His Highness, the highness of the crown prince is now in a high fever and the situation is in a crisis. If there is a situation..."

She didn't understand what Xiao Tianmo was thinking.

If His Royal Highness died on the road, Xiao Tianmo, as the escort, might be furious and would directly let him be buried with him, or even kill the nine clans.

Chen Furong only said half of the words, but Xiao Tianmo already understood what she meant.

He lowered his eyes and his eyelashes trembled gently, "Although there are countless imperial doctors in the palace, none of their medical skills can beat Mr. Duan.

Mr. Duan said that the injury on the prince’s body was not enough to kill him. The reason why he had high fever and drowsiness was a symptom of depression. Heart disease eventually required heart medicine, and the person who tied the bell must be solved.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. His Royal Highness and the Crown Prince fought side by side with me on the border for so long. In the end, I have a feeling of charisma. Since I know that Miss Fengqi has not really passed away, I really want to Help him get something.

What's more, given the current situation of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, even if I send him back to the palace, I'm afraid he won't support it for long. At that time, the emperor will still implicate me and my father."

"So you're going to hit me?"

Chen Furong glanced at Xiao Tianmo, "If I don't go to pass a message to Feng Qi or refuse to admit that Feng Qi is still alive, what are you going to do?"

"No, you won't."

Xiao Tianmo looked at Chen Furong and replied seriously: "I know you are the most worldly person who knows the worldly but is not the worldly person."

Yoho, I came back from the border, and my mouth was as if it was smearing honey.

"The eldest son is always accustomed to coaxing people."

Chen Furong said this on her mouth, but in fact she was so beautiful that her eyelids drooped.

Seeing that Feng Qi would be able to come out of the room, Chen Furong and Xiao Tianmo were too tired after standing for a long time, so they went to another room to have tea and wait.

Chen Furong was bored and could only stare at Xiao Tianmo's beauty.

Not to mention that Xiao Tianmo came back from the border. Not only did he not get tanned, his skin became rougher, but he also added a bit of firmness, and his eyebrows became more delicate and elegant.

It's simply delicious and delicious, and the dim sum in this simple inn seems to be a hundred times more delicious than that of Zhou's mansion.

Xiao Tianmo took a sip of tea, raised his eyes and looked at him in confusion, and took a bite of dessert:

"Why did Miss Chen keep looking at me? But is there anything wrong with me?"

"No, no."

Chen Furong felt that she was out of control and waved her hand guiltily, "I was fascinated by the thoughts."

How could it be inappropriate?

You are so handsome that I feel.

Xiao Tianmo glanced at her slightly red cheeks, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and a smile flashed in her dark eyes like gems:

"You are actually Zhou Siqing's daughter, no wonder you have to find ways to get the contract to sell your body."

After hearing this, Chen Furong remembered that when Xiao Tianmo left, she promised him to wait for him to come back at the village of Zhenguo Hou Mansion. She was worried that he thought she had broken her trust, so she blinked and said innocently:

"Actually, I only found out recently."

If Zhou Xuezheng, the new father, was not very nice to her, she would actually not want to enter the back house of this official family. Wouldn't it be nice to be free by herself?

"oh?"

Xiao Tianmo seemed to be in the mood to chat. He lazily held his chin and the corners of his mouth curled up, making his whole body look even better:

"Sir Zhou treats you well?"

Chen Furong nodded, "What is good to me, but it's much better than Shen Dazhu."

When Chen Furong mentioned Shen Dazhu without hesitation, Xiao Tianmo couldn't help but laugh:

"I heard that Mrs. Zhou has returned to Beijing, and your unrestrained temperament has to be changed."

Chen Furong immediately became frowning, "You know a lot."

Xiao Tianmo smiled, "What's the matter? I also know that Mrs. Zhou came to Beijing this time to arrange the marriage of Lord Zhou."

What?

The old lady wants to find her stepmother?
Chapter completed!