"Impossible! My uncle pays close attention to the prince's condition every day. I heard the messenger who delivered the medicine order return and said that after the prince returned to the palace, all the doctors and servants who prepared the medicine were all replaced by my uncle and appointed by him personally.
Who dares to poison under his nose?"
Fang Fei also felt strange. If it was poisoning, it would be easy to detect. But how could this person be so smart? Both of them are simple people, and they have no experience of intrigues or designs to harm others. Let’s talk briefly.
If you can't analyze it and come up with a reason, just forget it.
"Fangfei, do you want to treat the prince? Alas, those quack doctors in the north are helpless even if you write the order. My poor cousin..."
She shook her head in fear, how could she dare to return to Pingcheng? Wouldn't that be courting death?
However, it was very uncomfortable to think that the prince was critically ill. He had saved his own life, so could he just watch the prince die?
Although Andre was also worried about his cousin's condition, he couldn't tell Fang Fei to go back and die in vain, and he was unwilling to do so. He said bitterly: "The North is really a barbaric country. If it weren't for them,
Barbaric customs, the prince could have been saved... Oh, it's all that damn god's fault for killing him..."
Fang Fei heard the word "death" and was very scared. Could the prince really die?
"Fangfei, why are you the only one who knows those medicines and no one else knows them?"
"How do I know? I have never seen those medicines before. They are recorded in ancient books. I thought they would be easy to find."
Andre stared at her wrinkled white forehead, suddenly stretched out his hand and touched it curiously: "Fangfei, are you so smart because your forehead is so big?"
Fang Fei slapped his hand away: "Stop talking nonsense."
But Andre quickly put this matter aside and began to worry about his marriage again: "Oh, Fang Fei, I'm really afraid that I won't have any fun in the future... Tell me, where should I go to play?"
A grown man who only knows how to play. After a year of separation, he has not made any progress.
"Fangfei, come and play with me."
"How do you want to play?"
"Shall we travel around the world?"
Isn't it too unrealistic? Moreover, how can I let him run around the world? Fang Fei rolled her eyes: "Andre, do you want to have fun and make money at the same time?"
He was very suspicious: "Where can such a good job be found?"
"You come with me to pick herbs, and I'll calculate your wages."
Andre's jaw almost dropped. What kind of fun is this?
She said confidently: "Andre, you are a grown man who has never made a penny with your own hands, so why don't you want to give it a try?"
"Forget it, do you think this prince is not as good as you at work?"
"Then let's go."
There were more wild flowers than herbs on the hillside, and Andre was having a great time. Suddenly, a basket full of herbs was handed to him: "Andre, hold it for me."
"Why should I help you get it?"
"I'll calculate your wages."
Andre reluctantly took the basket and carried it on his back. It was the first time in his life that he had done such a job. It was novel and enjoyable. The two of them walked down the mountain under the long shadow of the setting sun.
After washing his hands in a clear water, Andre looked at the sunset and felt a little melancholy: "Fangfei, I have to leave."
She was also slightly melancholy. During her days here, he was the only friend, and she only saw this side very occasionally. She said goodbye here, and she didn’t know when we would see each other again. But she smiled and said: "You can go. I will wait until the day you get married.
, maybe I will come to see you."
"Are you really going to come?"
"Yes. I will pick more herbs and sell them for more money, otherwise I won't be able to buy gifts."
"Okay, Fangfei, I'm waiting for your gift."
The two said goodbye, and Andre was about to leave when he saw a man wearing a bamboo hat sitting in the shadow of the flowers in front of him. It was a row of open-air chairs specially made by Fang Fei, specifically for patients who came to seek medical treatment to rest, because Fang Fei
I'm often absent because I'm afraid they'll be waiting for a long time.
This man was sitting with his back turned and wearing a bamboo hat, so only his back could be seen.
"Fangfei, a patient is here. Ha, you can make money again. I'm still waiting for your gift."
Fang Fei was naturally very happy when she saw someone coming to seek medical treatment. She ignored Andre and ran down the hillside towards the visitor, speaking softly: "Sir, are you sick yourself or are you seeking medical treatment for someone else?"
The bamboo hat was lifted up, revealing a cold face, with a long sword hanging on his waist. His big, advantageous hand was pressed on the sword, and his joints were intertwined, glowing with anger.
Fang Fei exclaimed, stepped back step by step, and dropped a handful of herbs in her hand to the ground.