Mr. Qi was hesitating whether to tell Feng Wuxin what Xiahou Lie and Mo Yi said at that time.

However, when I saw Feng Wuxin's calm appearance and the words that would rather be a eunuch wife than a concubine, I swallowed the words to my lips.

"Get a good rest. I am going back to Jishitang to sleep. If you have any questions, I will send someone to find me."

Qi Lao, who had relaxed his nerves, was already so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. After leaving Qiansui Mansion in a carriage, he returned to Jishitang, fell on the bed and fell asleep.

Feng Wuxin also fell asleep under the influence of herbs and slept until dawn.

The injured Feng Wuxin rarely had a leisure time for a few days. She lay by the window and watched Feixue fall down in boredom, eating the delicacies sent by Mo Yi and Yan Ming. That day was so comfortable.

At this time, the guards reported that there was someone outside wearing a mask trying to see Feng Wuxin.

"The masked guard? Is the dead face?"

Sure enough, who would Zhao Ming, the guard standing in front of the Qiansui Mansion wearing a mask, besides the dead face?

"A dead face, what wind blows you."

"Young Master's illness is over."

Zhao Ming was in the mood to fight Feng Wuxin and went straight to the topic.

He knew that Feng Wuxin was assassinated, and during this period, Feng Wuxin also wrote a letter to him, asking him to do it step by step according to the contents of the letter. However, this morning, the young master recovered from his old illness and found Mr. Qi ineffective, and then he came to Qiansui Mansion to find Feng Wuxin.

"See what I do, let's go!"

Although he is recovering from his injuries these days, Feng Wuxin has always been worried about Gu Yunya's illness.

On the carriage, Feng Wuxin kept frowning, looking a little anxious.

Logically speaking, Gu Yunya should not be able to be sick. Both the medicine and the diet were carried out according to her prescription. Even if the dead face did the wrong steps, Mr. Qi was there throughout the whole process and it was impossible to make such a low-level mistake.

Why Gu Yunya is still sick is really hard to understand, and he can only wait until Gu Zhai sees the truth.

Gu’s house.

The man in white clothes sat quietly in the study until he felt a familiar breath approaching, and the nervous expression of his face relaxed.

"I heard that you were injured, and your injuries were healed, but it still hurts?"

Gu Yunya's slender fingertips gently touched Feng Wuxin's palm, and the lines were filled with worry about Feng Wuxin.

"It hurts, it hurts very much. Don't you feel that I've lost weight?"

Feng Wuxin replied to Gu Yunya, and Gu Yunya stretched out his hands to touch Feng Wuxin's face, shook his head helplessly and smiled.

“Chubby, very cute.”

"Where are you, the dead face said you were sick and rehabilitated. I'll check it out for you first and then chat."

Gu Yunya nodded, and Feng Wuxin looked for Gu Yunya's pulse, which was indeed a sign of illness.

"Old Qi, have you been doing it according to the prescription during this period?"

Mr. Qi was at Gu's house the morning. When he heard Feng Wuxin's words, he still left the melon seeds that had been knocked aside, talking about Gu Yunya's medication situation and detailed records in recent times.

Feng Wuxin frowned as he listened.

If it were as Mr. Qi said, there would be no problem with everything, and Gu Yunya should not have been ill.

But what's going on now?

"Did Xiaoke take anything else in addition to my customized meals and medicinal materials?"

"There is nothing except some fresh fruits and vegetables. The young master likes to eat a sweet and sour fruit, which is a unique fruit in Gucheng."

As he said that, Zhao Ming brought a plate of bright red fruit to Feng Wuxin. Feng Wuxin was not polite and picked up a fruit and took a bite. It was crispy, juicy and sweet. As soon as he saw the color, he knew that the fruit was so expensive.

After one of them, Feng Wuxin wanted to pick up another fruit, but the fruit plate had been collected by Zhao Ming.

"This kind of fruit is only available in Gu Cheng, and a fruit is very precious."

The implication is that you Feng Wuxin is not qualified to eat.

Just now, he didn't pay attention to let Feng Wuxin leave quickly. How could the fruit that the young master liked to eat be infected with women like Feng Wuxin?

"Tsk, I look stingy. If I want to eat a basket of my father-in-law, do I still care about your fruit?"

Feng Wuxin curled her lips and moved Mo Yi out.

However, although I was so upset, I found the reason for Gu Yunya’s illness.

"Girl, is Mr. Gu's condition wrong? Should I change another prescription?"

"No, the prescription is correct. Just take it according to the diet and prescription I have prepared as usual, but you must not eat one of this kind of fruit in the future."

Feng Wuxin pointed at the fruit plate hidden behind Yan Ming.

"The reason why Xiao Keai is sick is inseparable from this kind of fruit. The herb I have prepared cannot be acidic. Once there is any acidity, it will destroy the active ingredients in the medicine." Feng Wuxin explained to Mr. Qi and others in the simplest and most understandable words. Combining acidic and alkaline things together will produce many unexpected effects. Similarly, Xiao Keai has a combination of two properties, which makes the effective ingredients in the herb lose.

utility.

"I see!"

Mr. Qi looked clear, no wonder he took it well some time ago and had obvious results. Since the fruits came, everything seemed to have returned to the starting point.

Fortunately, there is no danger, no danger!

"Are you leaving?"

When Feng Wuxin passed by Gu Yunya, Gu Yunya instinctively reached out to grab Feng Wuxin, and wrote a line of words on his hand.

Looking at the loneliness that emerged from the gentle jade eyes, Feng Wuxin patted Gu Yunya on the shoulder and wrote in his palm that he would not leave, but just went to the kitchen to make some snacks and came back soon.

"Damn face, come with me to the kitchen."

Zhao Ming ignored Feng Wuxin and continued to stand in place and look into the distance.

Feng Wuxin put it hard on Zhao Ming's waist. Zhao Ming, who was kicked, turned around. Under the mask, the cold light glared at Feng Wuxin.

Two people, one tall and one short, glared.

"What do you think? My wife is injured. If you don't want the little cutie to starve to death, come to the kitchen to help me."

"snort!"

When Feng Wuxin mentioned Gu Yunya, the guard Zhao Ming snorted angrily and swallowed all the words he wanted to say.

For the sake of their son, I temporarily endured this shrew.

In the kitchen, Feng Wuxin took the opportunity and instructed the dead face to do this and that, such as cutting vegetables, pouring oil, brushing pots, etc., which are more convenient and flexible than robots.

The poor face was suppressed by Feng Wuxin using Gu Yunya as an excuse. If it weren't for his son, he would have thrown Feng Wuxin into the pot and cooked it.

At the end, the meals were ready.

Feng Wuxin and Mr. Qi, who had been busy all morning, shook their cheeks and started eating. While eating, Mr. Qi also praised Feng Wuxin's exquisite cooking skills.

"Young master, please eat some more." "You are stupid, the little cutie can't hear it, I'll do it!"
Chapter completed!