"Your Highness, can I come in?" Feng Xingying knocked politely on the door.

Prince Nangongjing was able to memorize Feng Xingying's voice and quickly responded subconsciously: "Miscellaneous Doctor, please."

Feng Xingying knew that the prince was a patient, so he didn't have to open the door, so he pushed the door open and went in.

At this time, the prince was sitting upright at the desk, carefully depicting a painting.

It was a lotus picture, painted vividly.

It was already the key point. After the prince finally made a few strokes, he put the painting aside and turned his head to smile apologetically at Feng Xingying:

"Let the miracle doctor wait for a long time."

"Soon, the porridge hasn't been cold yet, just in the mouth."

"Thank you, the miracle doctor." The prince politely took the medicine porridge, his heart full of hope.

Feng Xingying rarely gives him hard medicine, either giving him exquisite medicinal food, or using hot spring baths, acupuncture, anmo and other methods.

Feng Xingying even taught the butler a simple daily anmo technique to the butler to help the prince recover every day.

In fact, Feng Xingying is just lazy, but in the eyes of the prince, he is generous. Such a mysterious method is willing to be circulated.

Moreover, the housekeeper was forced by the prince to swear that he could not be circulated.

Feng Xingying herself doesn't care about these things. Anmo's technique is not the core content of her medical skills. It is just to protect and promote blood circulation. It is useless to spread it to other healthy people.

Nowadays, spiritualists use spiritual power to regulate their bloodlines. Anmo's method is only effective for ordinary people and is not rare.

After drinking half of the prince's porridge, Feng Xingying's eyes fell on his paintings, and he hurriedly asked humbly:

"Xiao Wang has been in good spirits recently and drew a random painting. I would like to ask the master for advice."

"Okay, because I have eaten so much spiritual beast meat in recent days, I will give you some advice." What the other person said was obviously a polite word, but Feng Xingying started talking without being polite at all:

"Your Highness the Crown Prince should be given to a woman, right? The lotus seeds are green and the grains are covered with gold, which shows how deep the painter loves lotus.

The prince’s painting should be to hide a heart in the painting and want to express his lovesickness to a woman.”

"Master Youying is so smart!" The prince was stunned by Feng Xingying's knowledge. She could understand such a painting?

"It's a pity." Feng Xingying suddenly kept silent.

"What a pity?"

"Let's talk about it when you finish eating."

Girl, do you know that it’s crazy to be so hungry?

The prince had no choice but to do anything. He was a miraculous doctor, so he could only drink porridge first and secretly speed up the pace.

Fortunately, the miracle doctor no matter what degree he used, he just didn't finish eating.

"I've finished eating, Master, you said."

"Yes." Feng Xingying nodded: "Although your heart is full, the other party may not be able to understand."

To tell me, I know too! But what can I do?

"I am a sick person and a waste, how can I be qualified to tell others?" The prince sat down on the bed.

"Ouhe, Ouhe, His Royal Highness, this painting of the Crown Prince should be given to Princess Ouhe?"

"Yes, it's a pity..." The prince did not hide it. Everyone in the mansion knew that Prince Simu Princess Ouhe and asked someone to give gifts to Princess Ouhe all day long.

All of this was planned by the prince himself.

I can only say that this prince is smart, capable, and shameless. If he is not in good health, he will definitely be able to play in the court.

Feng Xingying narrowed her eyes and smiled, "If I were you, I wouldn't give this painting."
Chapter completed!