"Ahh..." The mute slave looked at Feng Junzhuo and shook his head desperately.
Feng Jiuer naturally saw clearly what the mute slave meant. He did not attack the imperial concubine at all.
However, the mute slave is mute and cannot speak a word at all.
When Feng Junzhuo saw him like this, his face was already ferocious, and there was blood on his face, which made him feel uncomfortable.
Then he waved his hand and said displeasedly: "Take him away."
He didn't care what kind of beating he would get after he was taken away. If he offended the imperial concubine, even if he was beaten to death, there would be nothing worthy of sympathy.
"Ah, ah..." The mute slave felt aggrieved, but had no choice but to look at Feng Junzhuo again. The impatience on his face made the mute slave completely give up.
I can only take a look at the past, swallowing the bitterness in my stomach, feeling dejected and about to be dragged away by these servants.
"Master Feng, I see that this slave's face has been ruined and he has offended the imperial concubine. He should not be able to accomplish anything by staying in Feng Mansion."
But before several servants were about to take the mute slave away, Feng Jiuer suddenly took a step forward, smiled at Feng Junzhuo, and said: "His face is just right for me to try the new medicine he refined. I don't know that Feng Junzhuo
Can the master give up his love and give this slave to me?
"Of course, if Mr. Feng is willing, I can charge nothing for Mr. Feng's subsequent diagnosis and treatment. What do you think of Mr. Feng?"
"You...you want this person?"
Feng Junzhuo looked surprised. The mute slave looked so ugly. What should he do?
Feng Jiuer walked up to the mute slave and suddenly stretched out her hand to pinch the mute slave's chin.
I wouldn't know it if I didn't touch him. Now I raised my hand to hold her chin, and I suddenly realized that the mute slave was so tall. According to visual inspection...it was almost 1.9 meters.
The mute slave did not resist her touch and allowed her to lift her chin.
Feng Jiuer stared at the scars on the mute slave's face and smiled: "This face is really too challenging for me. I want to try to see if I can really cure him?"
"Sir, his face has been ruined for many years. I'm afraid..." "That's what makes it even more exciting!"
Feng Jiuer let go of the mute slave's chin, looked back at Feng Junzhuo, with an excited face: "Master Feng, I wonder if I can part ways with you?"
"This..." Although Feng Junzhuo still felt it was a bit ridiculous, after all, this person was really not worth a penny in his eyes, but if Feng Jiu really liked him, it would be nothing.
It is actually not surprising that these experts, such as miraculous doctors, want to challenge difficult diseases.
Without challenges, where would progress come from?
If it is true that even disfigured people can be cured, then the name Fengjiu Miracle Doctor will definitely become even more famous in the Imperial City in the future.
It's all just for the pursuit of fame and fortune in the future. Feng Junzhuo can understand this kind of thing immediately.
He said: "Sir, if you really want to..." "No!"
Suddenly, a woman's voice broke into their conversation.
Today's Yu Niang is already the wife of Master Feng, and now she is coming surrounded by a group of maids.
She was dressed in gold and silver, and her pomp was even greater than that of Feng Junzhuo.
Walking in front of them, Yu Niang didn't even salute Feng Junzhuo, but said: "This man has offended the imperial concubine, how can he be taken away by others?
Someone, drag him down and beat him to death with sticks!"
When things got to this point, Feng Jiuer already knew that it was indeed Feng Qingyin's trap, just to test her.
Yu Niang was staring at her now, with a weird smile on her face. She wanted to beat the mute slave to death in front of her to see if she would try to rob him.
However, for Feng Jiuer now, there is no need to take action at all.
She said calmly: "I just want this servant. If Mr. Feng is unwilling to part with me, then... I wonder if it can be done for the sake of His Majesty?"
She raised her hand, and there was a token in her hand, shining brightly under the sun.
The token from the Holy One! Now, not only Feng Junzhuo was frightened, but even Yu Niang was frightened.
Seeing the token was like seeing the Holy One! In an instant, everyone knelt down and hurriedly saluted.
Yu Niang was also in a panic. She never expected that Feng Jiu had such a powerful magic weapon in her hand.
Now, it is impossible to see Feng Jiu take action.
What else does a person who holds the Holy Token need to do?
Who dares not to listen to him?
Feng Jiuer put the token away, walked to the mute slave, gently held his hand, and said softly: "From now on, follow me, okay?"
She is no longer afraid of Feng Qingyin trying anything. With her current relationship with Emperor Qiwen, even if Emperor Qiwen really suspects that she is Feng Jiuer, he will not dare to touch her for the time being.
Behind her, there is a masked lady whose identity is unknown but who is obviously very powerful.
As long as the Masked Lady's legs still need her treatment, she can still live a good life.
The mute slave looked at her, and suddenly his eyes became hot.
After a while, he nodded carefully.
Feng Jiuer looked back at Feng Junzhuo, who hurriedly said: "I will have his contract of sale immediately sent to Tianji Hall."
...This is the first time that the master and servant have been alone together since they were separated for more than half a year.
As soon as he entered the door, the mute slave suddenly hugged Feng Jiu's hand and held it tightly, but he didn't say a word and just stared at her face.
Of course, he couldn't say a word, but the look in his eyes and the excited look made it clear to Feng Jiu that he had recognized her from the first moment he saw her.
Her disguise is actually not bad, but you can still see what should be seen.
Feng Jiuer sighed lightly, asked him to sit down, and began to clean up his wounds.
There wasn't much bleeding, but the areas where he was hit with the stick were a bit serious. If they hadn't gone over, they would have suffered internal injuries if they continued beating like this.
Fortunately, the beating was not too severe and there were mostly flesh injuries.
"Did they always beat you like this when I was away?"
The mute slave shook his head. When he saw Feng Jiuer trying to take off his clothes, he blushed and resisted a little.
Feng Jiuer smiled and said, "Look, I am a man now."
The mute slave still shook his head, but still allowed her to take off her clothes.
Sure enough, there are still old injuries on his body, but they are not many. No one really hit him from time to time these days. Today, it was really bad luck that he met Feng Qingyin.
However, since Feng Qingyin is thinking about her, even if he hides again, the woman probably won't give him a good life.
After massaging the medicinal wine on the stick on his body, Feng Jiuer personally helped him put on his clothes. After that, she took the mute slave's hand and placed her fingertips on the veins of his wrist.
The mute slave was a little surprised and wanted to shake his head, but Feng Jiu said: "You have always had toxins in your body. I suspect that your throat and face are affected by the toxins. Let me try and see if I can help you."
