So when Nangong Ling heard that An Qi had arrived, he saw two carriages, and Feng Jiuqing stood lazily beside the carriages.

Her simply tied hairstyle was a little messy, her face was slightly pale, and there was a tired look in her eyes, as if she hadn't woken up.

She just leaned against the carriage quietly, watching lazily as Magistrate Wang circled around the medicinal herbs in the carriage.

Magistrate Wang's rationality returned in excitement. He noticed Nangong Ling's arrival and immediately stepped forward, "Your Highness Prince Sheng, this medicinal material has come at the perfect time!"

Unexpectedly, Nangong Ling didn't look at him at all, but passed him and walked towards Feng Jiuqing.

"Why are you here?" He frowned and his voice was colder than usual, as if questioning.

Feng Jiuqing yawned and then looked at him.

She was too lazy to say anything, and just said: "I heard that you have a disease that no one can cure, and I'm very interested."

When Nangong Ling saw the way she spoke, the fire in her chest slowly came out.

Knowing that nothing could be learned from Feng Jiuqing's question, he turned around and yelled, "An Qi."

An Qi's scalp tightened, but he quickly stepped forward and said, "Here."

"Explain, I want you to give me a reasonable reason." Nangong Ling's eyes were cold.

This was the first time that Magistrate Wang saw Nangong Ling getting angry, and he couldn't help but be speechless.

He was very sensible and went down first with a carriage of medicinal materials.

Feng Jiuqing suddenly said leisurely: "Why are you so angry? I came here myself."

"I heard that you are looking for a famous doctor. I was also thinking that you brought someone who is said to be Gu Dizi, the king of medicine. Why can't you cure him?" Feng Jiuqing laughed, but the sarcasm was almost written on her face.

superior.

"Shut up, I didn't ask you." Nangong Ling suppressed her anger and scolded.

Feng Jiuqing got angry and glared at him.

"You want to find a famous doctor, don't I? If I weren't afraid that you would die in this corner of the mountain and Yue'er would have no support in the future, would you think I wanted to come?"

How brave are you to curse him to death?

"You!" Nangong Ling raised her hand, but before she made a move, Feng Jiuqing thought she was going to make a move and subconsciously backed away.

Her back hit the carriage, and the pain made her already pale complexion turn two points whiter.

"Prince, the princess is injured." An Qi suddenly said, "On the way, she was attacked."

These words were meaningful and Nangong Ling calmed down.

"You're still here after being injured like this. Are you here to hold me back?" He said coldly.

As soon as Feng Jiuqing heard this, her anger gradually increased. Finally, she gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and finally endured it.

Can't beat it!

"There is no second time." She glared at Nangong Ling and retorted.

Nangong Ling waved her hand and called a guard beside her, saying: "Take the princess to my tent and don't let her run around."

The guard immediately responded.

After waiting for the people to leave, An Qi reported the attacks on the road to Nangong Ling.

He added: "No one except the palace knows about the purchase of medicinal materials this time. My subordinates suspect that these people should be sent by the palace."

Nangong Ling pondered for a long time and said nothing. He only asked: "How are Yue'er's arrangements?"

An Qi immediately said: "My subordinates have asked people to announce that the princess is ill and needs to stay in the mansion, and asked An Jiu and An Ten to take personal care of her."

After saying that, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

There may be a spy in the palace. If Nangong Yue is sent back to the palace, wouldn't it be a sheep entering the tiger's mouth?

Nangong Ling nodded.

After An Qi finished speaking, he stopped talking.

Nangong Ling saw what he was thinking and said, "Since you brought the princess here, you are responsible for looking after her."

There was a flash of astonishment in An Qi's eyes.

He saw that Nangong Ling was obviously angry just now, but now he didn't hold him accountable for his fault?

As if aware of his thoughts, Nangong Ling's expression suddenly turned cold and said: "I won't do this next time."

An Qi quickly accepted the order.

But on the other side, Feng Jiuqing was led into Nangong Ling's tent by the guard.

Looking around, I saw that the conditions were very simple, there was not even a bed, there was only a table that was moved from somewhere.

Feng Jiuqing realized later, why did she have to come to Nangong Ling's tent?

She turned around and was about to go out, but the guard who had just brought her said sternly: "Princess, the prince has an order, you can't run around casually."

Feng Jiuqing snorted softly and said, "Then you have to find a place for me to sit, right? There's nothing here."

When the guard heard this, his expression became serious and he immediately said: "Your Majesty has always been frugal, so naturally there cannot be any luxury items in the tent..."

Feng Jiuqing's eyes twitched, what brand of fanboy is this?

Just as he was about to interrupt him, he saw a sudden commotion outside.

After hearing a few "No one is allowed to come near", Feng Jiuqing saw a person not far away who was pressed to the ground by a guard.

The man's clothes were ragged, his hair was disheveled, and his body was visibly thin, with only a layer of skin covering his bones. He looked like a refugee at first glance.

"I don't want to die! Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

He was acting crazy, and when he raised his head, the messy hair on his face spread out, and several people immediately discovered that his face was actually covered with tumors one after another!

"Blight!"

The two guards who were holding this man down just now were so frightened that they let go.

The refugee loosened his shackles and ran away immediately, heading straight into the military tent.

This thing is contagious. If he gets in, the consequences will be disastrous!

"Stop him!" the two shouted, and then shouted, "Get away from him, he is sick!"

Everyone who originally wanted to step forward to help was frightened and backed away when they heard this.

When the crazy man heard this, he immediately gritted his teeth and a sinister look flashed in his eyes.

He hurriedly glanced around, and among the guards full of swords, his last glance locked on Feng Jiuqing, who was still standing in the tent.

He threw a tantrum and came towards Feng Jiuqing.

The guards were stunned.

This was also Feng Jiuqing's first close contact with such a patient, and she had only one thought in her mind - the description in the letter was really not an exaggeration.

The sick man's body was covered with tumors so densely packed that they looked like small human faces without facial features.

The more carefully I looked at it, the more my scalp became numb and the goosebumps all over my body couldn't help but stand up.

At this critical moment, there was a sharp sound, and a figure selling cold weapons suddenly came from all around.

The man who had just rushed in front of Feng Jiuqing was only one meter away. His body shook and a long knife pierced him.

With a "pop" sound, the person fell down.

Only then did Feng Jiuqing see the man with the sword in the distance, and she was stunned.

Nangong Ling was standing not far away, with a sharp and cold look in his eyes, and he continued to draw the knife and throw it.

Nangong Ling already said coldly: "Take the person away quickly!"

Almost at the same time, someone trotted over in a hurry from outside.

"Ah! He actually came here!" is the punchline.
Chapter completed!