After the wound was completely cleaned and all the blood near the wound was wiped away, Feng Yu took Fan Wang's pulse again. After that, she became even more certain about this. At the same time, she was also sure that she had such a burly body and had a foundation in martial arts, but not yet.
The weak King Fan should never be as weak as he is now.
So, is he pretending all this on purpose?
The blood can be completely replaced with other people's blood, and the pulse can also be faked by taking drugs. These two points are by no means difficult, but why? Why did King Fan do this?
For a moment, an alarm bell rang in Feng Yu's heart, and she felt as if she had fallen into a carefully laid trap.
Feng Yu quickly thought about it, but she didn't reveal anything on the surface. She even sprinkled golden sore medicine on King Fan's wound and bandaged it carefully.
"My lord, are you okay? How do you feel now?" Fan Ji, who had been supporting King Fan's upper body behind him after Feng Yu had finished bandaging, quickly lowered his head and asked King Fan.
King Fan shook his head and said, "I am fine."
Feng Yu then took out another small porcelain bottle from her sleeve, poured out a dark brown round pill from the small porcelain bottle, and wanted to feed it to King Fan.
"What kind of medicine is this?" Fan Ji, who was behind King Fan, grabbed Feng Yu's wrist and asked with narrowed eyes.
"Life-saving medicine." Feng Yu simply answered and asked the other party to let go.
Fan Ji still had some doubts.
King Fan coughed weakly, half-opened his eyes, looked at Feng Yu and said to Fan Ji behind him: "I believe in her."
"But your lord..." Fan Ji wanted to say something else, but he swallowed all the rest of his words under the look in Fan wang's eyes. He let go of Feng Yu's wrist and took the pill from Feng Yu's hand, and then ordered someone to
Send water up and feed it to King Fan himself.
Feng Yu watched calmly.
When Fan Ji fed King Fan, he put the pill in the palm of his hand, with his palm facing King Fan and the back of his hand facing Feng Yu.
It was almost a very common way of feeding medicine! But Feng Yu couldn't help but sneer in her heart. This was such a good show. She was almost sure that Fan Ji had quietly changed the medicine the moment he fed King Fan.
In other words, the medicine that King Fan swallowed in his stomach at this moment was not the one that Fan Ji took from her hand.
And according to King Fan's position and line of sight, it was absolutely impossible for King Fan not to see it.
They acted it out to her on purpose.
"After the prince takes the medicine, will he be fine soon?" Fan Ji put down the tea cup in his hand, raised his head and asked Feng Yu.
Feng Yu smiled and nodded, "This medicine can protect King Fan's heart. King Fan can rest for a while and ask someone to prepare a carriage and ride to Li City, where he can rest and recuperate at Prince Li's Mansion in Li City. As for the Crown Prince,
"I'm afraid I won't be able to attend the enthronement ceremony with King Fan in his state." As she spoke, Feng Yu did not miss any of the expressions on King Fan's face, and the last sentence contained a hidden temptation.
Fan Ji frowned and said displeasedly: "Prince Fan is like this and is so seriously injured, how can he still go on his way?"
"What does King Fan mean?" Feng Yu looked at King Fan and asked.
"Fan Ji, please don't be rude. Of course I have to attend the crown prince's coronation ceremony. I... ahem... how could I miss it? I'm fine. I can even ride a horse..." King Fan scolded angrily.
Fan Ji behind him was about to stand up, but as soon as he moved, he fell back and coughed uncontrollably.
