【Water Chapter】

Qinghe took the medicine box, held the red vegetarian flower in one hand, and opened the lid with the other. The neatly placed box was filled with medicine bottles. In one corner of the box, there was a small jade porcelain bowl and an jade spoon of the same color as it.

Qinghe carefully tore the red water flowers into pieces and placed them in the bowl. Then he took out four bottles from the box one by one, poured the powder into it, and poured the detoxification water that had been prepared two days ago. After all the preparations were done, he carefully picked up the bowl and grind it finely with a spoon.

"Head of Ye family, please help Young Master Ye up. I want to take him the antidote."

When the medicine bowl in Qinghe's hand turned into red juice, and there were a faint fragrance between his noses, he said lightly to Ye Haisong who was standing next to him, staring at him without saying a word.

"Qinghe, I'll do it." Chihua was about to step forward.

"No, I'm my son, I'll do it myself." Ye Haisong sat quickly by the bed, carefully helped Ye Zhanfei up, and said in an unhappy tone.

After hearing this, Chihua touched her nose awkwardly.

Qinghe stirred the medicine with a spoon and was about to feed it.

"Wait, will Zhanfei really wake up after taking this medicine?"

"Head of Ye family, if Young Master Ye doesn't wake up, I'll let you deal with it."

"Qinghe, you..."

"Hmph, it's better."

Ye Haisong looked at the medicine in Qinghe Bowl. After Ye Zhanfei gradually drank it, he carefully put him down and called Ye Zhanfei's name in a gentle voice, waiting for Ye Zhanfei to wake up.

After a while, Chihua, who was standing next to him, spoke out and attracted Qinghe, who was tidying up the medicine box, and Ye Haisong, who was calling Ye Zhanfei's name.

"Look! Mr. Ye's fingers moved!"

"I'll take my pulse."

"Zhanfei, Zhanfei, I am my father! Wake up!"

"Mr. Ye is about to wake up. After waking up, you will have no sequelae after drinking the antidote for another three days."

"Cough, cough, it's so noisy!" As soon as Qinghe finished speaking, Ye Zhanfei's voice sounded faintly.

"Zhan Fei! Fei'er!"

"Dad! You, ahem, you pay me a lot of money!"

Chapter 33: The miserable mist and the road ahead is in vain

"Fei'er! You're finally awake! Dad is worried about you so much!" Ye Haisong looked at Ye Zhanfei who woke up, and rushed up like a child, hugging him and crying, unable to control his mood, and cried with joy.

"Ahem, I'm strangled! Ahem!"

"Fei'er, how are you doing? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Tell me to my father! Doctor Qinghe, let me see it."

"Dad, you, you pay me a mountain of gold! What a big mountain of gold."

Ye Zhanfei pushed Ye Haisong, while speaking weakly with a slight dissatisfaction.

"Kingshan? What kind of goldshan?"

"Head of Ye family, Ye Shao-kong woke up and his body was still very weak. You get out of the way first and I'll check the current situation."

Qinghe, who had been watching from the side for a while, endured his mood and said depressedly.

"Hey, looking at me, I have forgotten that Fei'er should have rested more. Come on, Qinghe Divine Doctor, sit down!"

Perhaps Ye Zhanfei woke up, Ye Haisong lost the aggressiveness he had just spoken. His slightly old face was full of smiles, and he greeted Qinghe enthusiastically. That attitude made him sit on the chair next to him, and his body was full of goose bumps.

"The head of the Ye family is serious, I am not a miracle doctor. The reason why Young Master Ye can wake up is safe and sound." Qinghe and Ye Haisong stood up, sat on the edge of the bed, and checked Ye Zhanfei while talking, "It is mainly because the prince took the red water flower."

"Yes, Master Ye, you don't know. Just when I went to pick up the prince in the morning, I found someone assassinating the prince in a place not far from the capital! So, what you should thank the most is our Highness!"

After hearing the words for a while, Chihua couldn't help but interrupt, and she felt a little unfair to Feng Chenyao.

"Ahem, I will thank the prince with a heavy gift in the future."

"No need for the head of the Ye family. Our Highness has no airs to treat friends, and he will use his sword to make friends. You, just don't stumbling to our Highness in the future."

"What is the words that the Divine Doctor Qinghe said? I can't even thank the prince for being too late. How can I trip up?" After hearing what Qinghe said, Ye Haisong looked at Ye Zhanfei and said with awkward look on his face.

Qinghe didn't bother with him. After hearing the news that Chihua said that Feng Chenyao was assassinated, although he did not ask for any news, his heart was already worried, fearing that his master would receive any injuries.

"Ahem, dad, what's wrong with me? What happened to Chen Yao? Assassinated?"

"Mr. Ye don't have to worry about other things. You're poisoned. Don't worry about anything at the moment. Just take your own body." Qinghe said while taking his pulse, "If Mr. Ye has any doubts and problems, after he takes care of his body, the head of the Ye family will naturally inform you all. Mr. Ye, where are you feeling uncomfortable now?"

"Yes, Fei'er, don't worry about other things first. Your current main task is to maintain your own body and other business matters. Have a father."

"Ahem, I just feel weak all over, and everything else is fine. Poisoned?" Ye Zhanfei lay on the bed and said slowly, "I went to the Umbrella Pavilion and fell into a coma after I came back. By the way, what's going on with the golden mountain I saw?"

"It's this kind of Young Master Ye. The poison you get is called memory. It will cause the poisoned person to fall into a illusion. Moreover, what the environment shows is what the person desires most in his heart."

"So that's it." Ye Zhanfei's expression turned aloof when he heard Qinghe's words. He thought of the Kingsoft he saw and responded awkwardly.

"Head of Ye family, Ye Shao's poison has been cured, and there is no serious problem now. I will write you a prescription, and you will take the medicine according to the prescription. Take it for three consecutive days in the morning, noon and evening. "After the examination, Qinghe carefully covered the quilt, got up, lifted the medicine box, and walked to the table, saying, "In the past few days, Ye Shao has mainly used light food and walked properly, but not overwork."

"Okay, I have written it down. Thank you, Doctor Qinghe!" Ye Haisong waited for the prescription to be written and took it, and responded as he looked.

"Head of the Ye family, since Young Master Ye is fine, there are some things to be dealt with by the Prince's Mansion, so Chihua and I will leave first."

"Oh, okay."

"Thank you two, tell Chen Yao that after I get out, I will ask him to ask him about the specific situation." Looking at the two people who were about to leave, Ye Zhanfeiqiang cheered up and said weakly.

"I thank you two. My son still needs someone to take care of you, so don't give you two, don't blame me." Ye Haisong did not try to keep him, and he had calmed down and said lightly.

"Head Ye, Young Master Ye, see you again." Qing Hechong stood up with a wink, and said slowly, "Let's go."

"Goodbye."

Ye Zhanfei and the others in the room were not saying anything, watching the blue and rust-red figures walking out until they could not see them.

At this moment, Ye Haisong's face showed the fatigue of surviving the disaster. He stood up slowly on his face, "Fei'er, don't be so sincere when you make friends with the prince in the future. If you weren't for your life this time, I wonder how many times I've died. Dad will find someone to cook medicine for you, so you can rest first."

"Dad, what you said is wrong, ahem. What kind of friends is my own business."

Ye Haisong ignored him and went out to prepare medicinal materials. Ye Zhanfei also felt bored, so he pulled the quilt online and prepared to sleep. He didn't forget to say something, such a big mountain of gold turned out to be fake!

"Young Master, you, Your Highness, the Crown Prince, the people!"

There were two big stone lions at the vermilion gate, and four armored guards stood on each side. On the plaque of the large gold-inlaid dragon gate, there were three words "Prince's Mansion" carved and colored. The noble and solemn and rigorous atmosphere made Zhang Bo, who came from the remote Buyu Town, suddenly felt pressured. He couldn't help but kneel down and said to Feng Chenyao, who was holding Qi Liyan and getting out of the car and preparing to walk in.

"Uncle Zhang, get up. You can rest in the mansion for a day and you will be back tomorrow. Let the butler take you there later and get some compensation."

Uncle Zhang knelt on the ground, looking at Feng Chenyao with his back facing him. Although his clothes had not changed, the aura around him was different from that of him at that time.

It is as charm as an emperor, full of noble aura, and its slender back is like a waterfall. It can be seen from just one back that his appearance must be the face of a god!

"Hey, old man, are you stunned?"

Li Ziling, who was slowly sucking from the carriage, walked towards Feng Chenyao. Passing by Zhang Boshi, who was kneeling on the ground, said loudly to him.

His face turned slightly red and he lowered his head: "Miss Li, Your Highness the Crown Prince forgives his crime."

"Zi Ling enters the mansion, Uncle Zhang is up, and we will enter the mansion together. Our palace will ask the butler to take you to get the compensation and arrange your place to live."

After hearing Feng Chenyao's words, Li Ziling jumped over and walked over.

"No, no need for the Prince, Caomin went back directly."

"Oh, what my cousin told you, you'd better not refute it. He doesn't like being refuted the most."

"Then, the grass people thank the prince."

"Welcome to the Crown Prince to return to his mansion!"

"kindness."

After Feng Chenyao and his friends walked to the door, the guards on both sides bowed their heads neatly and saluted. Then a middle-aged man in brown uniform opened the door and bent down respectfully to salute.

"I have seen Your Highness!"

"Butler Gu, take him to the account, get some remuneration, and arrange a place to live in the West Courtyard."

"Your Highness, who is he?" After hearing this, Gu Yi looked at the man Feng Chenyao was talking about, wearing a coarse linen, a straw hat, and dark skin. He asked in confusion.

"I hired coachman, I will leave tomorrow." I didn't want to explain more about it here, Feng Chenyao raised his foot and hugged Qi Liyan to leave, and paused, "Butler Gu, you send someone to the palace with the waist sign of this palace and go to the Imperial Hospital to invite two chief imperial physicians over."

"Yes, Your Highness! Who is the girl you are holding?"

"Butler Gu, she will be the only mistress of the Prince's Mansion in the future." Feng Chenyao thought about it after Gu Yi asked, lowered his head, looked at Qi Liyan, who was leaning against his arms, and fell into a coma, with deep affection in his eyes and a firm voice.

"Yes, I understand. Come with me."

After hearing Feng Chenyao's words, Gu Yi signaled the coachman with his eyes. For Gu Yi, as long as Feng Chenyao's orders were made, he would complete it with all his heart. And when he heard the hostess, he was immediately happy for his master. After more than twenty years, there was finally a hostess.

Feng Chenyao didn't care about it at all. After he finished speaking, Li Ziling next to him did not arrange for her to feel it. He just hugged Qi Liyan tightly, and walked firmly into the mansion without hiding his affection for her in his eyes.

Feng Chenyao knew that when he was young, his feelings for Qi Liyan took root in his heart when he was apart from the first Qi Liyan. Ten years have passed, and in the hustle and bustle of the world, deep in the mist, they have grown into a towering tree. I have never thought of pulling out and pruning it, and I will never do it in my life.

"Dad, brother! Don't, don't leave..."

"Yan'er?"

Qi Liyan's thin and weak mosquito sound sounded, and his internal strength was as deep as Feng Chenyao. He held her arms tightly and his steps were slightly paused. A faint sadness instantly replaced the deep affection, and his heart was full of bitterness.

"Yan'er, what should I do with you!"
To be continued...