Before leaving, Imperial Physician Li said: "My dear, please take good care of your body. The prince is distressed. You are injured, and the life of the servants will not be easy either!"
Feng Yao was immediately embarrassed, but couldn't say anything.
The last time Fengyao went to make soup for Yu Liu, she accidentally let the chicken take a bite, but only got a little wound on her finger. The domineering man gave her a strict order not to enter the kitchen again, and she was sulky for several days.
.As a result, everyone in the prince's house was cautious, fearing that he might offend him again.
Sha Ling wanted to laugh but didn't dare, so he could only hold it in.
Feng Yao suddenly thought of Qiu Lie three months later, and his eyes sparkled.
After a while, he smiled and said: "Sha Ling, the emperor hasn't had a draft for a long time, right?"
Sha Ling was stunned, nodded, and said: "There has been no new concubine in the harem for almost eight years."
Feng Yao frowned slightly, with a smile on his face, "This is not a good sign. Concubine Li is seriously injured now and cannot serve the emperor. After all, she is also my aunt. Do you think I should share my worries for her?"
At this point, Sha Ling still doesn't understand what Feng Yao means. He is really an idiot. He feels that his master wants to send a few beautiful girls to the emperor to cause trouble for Concubine Li. Concubine Li's injury has not healed yet. I don't know what to listen to.
When this happens, will the blood attack the heart and aggravate the injury?
"The emperor is not lewd, and the emperor is young..." Sha Ling reminded.
The current emperor is nearly fifty years old, and it is normal for him to be mentally and physically weak in sexual intercourse. However, if Feng Yao can bring up this matter, isn't there a solution?
With a slight smile and some calculation, Feng Yao said: "How come you forgot, is there any good medicine in Miracle Doctor Villa?"
Sha Ling looked embarrassed, turning red and blue for a while. What could he say? His face was not as thick-skinned as his master's. He was not ashamed at all to say such things.
Well, actually his worries were unnecessary.
Even if this matter is finalized, as for how to draft the next draft, it is the matter of those ministers. Feng Yao will inevitably be involved in the process, but it will definitely not go smoothly.
This court has been peaceful for three years, and Yu Liu has been suppressed for three years. It's time for some excitement.
If Sha Ling knew what Feng Yao was thinking at this time, he would definitely sigh: Master, this "calf protector" must have gone too far, thinking of revenge for everything!
Let's say that Xi'er took the painting and the crown prince's token into the palace, and went straight to the Qianxue Palace.
Yumin was still in the dancer's hall. After listening to the little eunuch's announcement, he glanced at the dancer and said, "Bring her here."
The dancer's face showed no expression, but she was a little worried in her heart. What was that girl Xi'er doing here? According to her understanding of her master, she had suffered such a big loss yesterday and he would never let it go.
No matter how uneasy she was, Yumin didn't see anything from the dancer's face. This was also due to the dancer's years of living in a brothel, and she had long since developed the ability to not reveal her emotions when welcoming customers.
Xi'er held the scroll and entered the inner hall. She blessed her body and said, "I have met the Seventh Prince."
Because Xi'er was the maid next to Feng Yao, Yumin's face was quite friendly and she said calmly: "Get up, what's the matter?"
Xi'er and the dancer heard the faint joy in Yumin's words, and expressed their disdain in their hearts.
Xi'er said: "Some time ago, I don't know who sent this painting to the Crown Prince's Mansion to His Highness. When the Crown Princess found out, she was very angry and ordered someone to find out which young person it was..."