When Yu Jingfeng brought the soup in, Zhan Qingcheng looked even better than before.
Even Di Ji couldn't help but feel better when he saw Yu Jingfeng at this time, and his brows became much gentler.
"Yu Jingfeng, this old acquaintance of yours is really a miracle doctor. If you don't dislike him, I would like to meet him in person and say thank you."
"No...well, sir, she has a cold nature and really doesn't like to meet strangers."
Yu Jingfeng thought about it and then said: "She also has a weird temper. I have put a lot of thought into inviting her here this time. I am afraid that if she is unhappy..."
"Okay, I won't see you." The most important thing is that Wuya's health has really improved a lot.
Emperor Ji didn't want to embarrass the miracle doctor and make him really leave in anger. When the time comes, where can he find such a good doctor and such good medicine?
Yu Jingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, immediately walked to the bedside, and brought the soup to the prince with a little guilt.
Di Ji was still smiling just now, but after seeing the bowl of soup, his face suddenly turned a little ugly.
Can his precious adopted son eat this damn thing? This soup is really appalling.
Sure enough, when the prince saw it, his eyes darkened and he was about to push away.
Yu Jingfeng said hurriedly: "This is the medicinal diet made by the doctor. Prince, just take it as if it is medicine."
After hearing that it was the doctor's medicinal diet, Emperor Ji's expression finally softened. Looking at Zhan Qingcheng, he felt sorry for his precious adopted son to eat these damn things, but the most important thing is that they can cure diseases.
"Wuya, why not just..."
Zhan Qingcheng still looked calmly: "Take it away."
Yu Jingfeng knew that the prince was actually a person who controlled his appearance and was unwilling to get close to things or people that did not look good to him.
The strange thing is that the handsome prince actually likes to keep the ugly Miss Jiuer by his side. It is really amazing.
"Your Majesty, this medicinal diet..." He coughed lightly. Although the old Lord was here, some words were a bit embarrassing.
However, the prince doesn’t want to eat the soup, so he can’t do it without saying this. What should I do if it’s wasted?
"This sticky soup was made by Miss Jiu'er when she was in the palace..."
"That girl?" Zhan Qingcheng's eyes finally fell on the soup again. For Yan Kong, this soup was really painful to even look at it.
"Ahem," Yu Jingfeng coughed again before continuing: "When Miss Jiu'er taught her subordinates how to make it, they just followed the example. The doctor helped get the medicinal food, and then...that's it...
…”
It was so ugly that even he didn’t want to eat it after seeing it, let alone the extremely picky prince?
However, I heard that it was Miss Jiuer who taught me, and the prince’s eyebrows seemed to be less disgusted? Are you not dazzled?
Strike while the iron is hot, Yu Jingfeng immediately added: "Miss Jiuer said that soup is just like people. Some people look ugly, but ugly people can also be good people."
"Just like this soup, although it is ugly, it is not necessarily unpalatable. Also, Miss Jiuer said...she said..."
"What on earth did you say?" Zhan Qingcheng was not anxious, but Di Ji, who was sitting beside him, was anxious.
Why did Hao Duan Duan get involved with Feng Jiu'er again? But what's helpless is that after hearing Feng Jiu'er's name, the coldness in his precious adopted son seemed to have faded a lot.
Yu Jingfeng glanced at Zhan Qingcheng secretly, and then whispered: "Miss Jiu'er said that if someone makes this soup for the prince to eat in the future, if the prince doesn't eat it, then it must be... He also dislikes Miss Jiu'er for being ugly.
…”
"Who said my Jiu'er is ugly?" Zhan Qingcheng raised his dark eyes.
Yu Jingfeng almost couldn't bear the coldness. His hands shook and he could barely hold the soup.
He hurriedly said: "So... so the prince should drink this soup. Miss Jiuer said that this soup... is the same as her..."
Zhan Qingcheng took it and took a sip. It was not as bad as he imagined.
Taste again, this time with a spoon, and drink it all in one go.
"Let her come to see me." He threw the bowl to Yu Jingfeng and said calmly.
"Huh?" Yu Jingfeng was almost frightened, "Your Majesty, who are you going to... meet?"
"The person who made this soup." Zhan Qingcheng ignored him and looked sideways at Di Ji: "Father, I'm fine. I just want to take a rest. Let's go back and rest first."
Di Ji was a little hesitant. He looked really much better tonight, but the scenes of vomiting blood last night and the night before were still playing out in his mind.
If I don't keep an eye on him at night, I always feel uneasy...
"Master, I will ask Doctor Feng to come over and let her watch the prince. You can go back and rest first."
Although Yu Jingfeng spoke with trepidation, he finally understood what the prince meant, but he didn't expect that the prince would be so wise and see through it immediately.
Di Ji hesitated for a moment and finally nodded: "Yue'er, push me back."
"Father, I... I want to stay and take care of the young master, why not let Yu Jingfeng..."
"The prince doesn't like having women serve him, Leng Yue, please send me back." Yu Jingfeng immediately said in a deep voice.
Leng Yue glared at him, this bastard, the Lord didn't say anything, why did he interrupt?
However, Wu Ya didn't like women getting close to him, and Di Ji knew this, so no matter how reluctant Leng Yue was, he still let her push him away.
Yu Jingfeng still held an empty bowl in his hand and looked at Zhan Qingcheng with hesitation on his face.
"Where are the people?" Zhan Qingcheng's face was really ugly, and even his voice was cold.
"In, in the dining room...oh no, now, it's, it's time to rest in the guest room."
Zhan Qingcheng's face was always calm, but there was a trace of fire in his eyes, as if he was displeased, but also...a little excited.
"Let her come over now."
"She..." Yu Jingfeng was helpless, no one could stop what the prince insisted on.
He had no choice but to nod his head and say in a low voice: "Yes, I will go right away."
...In a guest room in the corner of the yard, Feng Jiuer had just finished taking a bath and put on clean clothes.
Outside, there was a knock on the door: "Jiu... Doctor Feng, it's me."
In the blink of an eye, the person inside opened the door, and her fair face was full of worry: "Is it Uncle Nine Emperors..."
"No, the prince is fine, he is just...just..."
Yu Jingfeng's eyes fell, and for a moment, he immediately turned around and turned his back to her: "Jiujiu, Doctor Feng, clothes, clothes..."
Feng Jiuer lowered his head and saw that he didn't have his coat on yet? It wasn't that he didn't have any clothes on. Why was he panicking?
After muttering, she immediately pulled up her clothes and then looked at him: "What's wrong with Uncle Nine Emperors? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Are you vomiting blood again?"
I had inquired with the guards before and found out that Uncle Jiuhuang had been vomiting blood for three consecutive days and nights. He had also vomited once before tonight. Of course Jiu'er was nervous.
But Yu Jingfeng shook his head and whispered: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty wants to see you."
