The military doctor in the room didn't believe Feng Jing at first, but after hearing her confident talk, he was immediately attracted by what she said.
Pei Lin, who was sitting at the back of the room, looked at the woman on the podium who exuded such brilliance, and was involuntarily attracted to her.
This woman is different from other women. She is confident and calm in her movements, and there is an arrogance in her body. She is naturally cold and arrogant and is not convinced by others, just like the fragrant pride of a cold plum.
Such a woman should be brilliant and attract everyone's attention.
When Pei Lin finally thought about it, she realized that Feng Jing should be superior and could only be matched by the position of queen.
But with this thought, he felt something was wrong, his face darkened suddenly, and he quickly stood up.
Feng Jing, who was lecturing in front, paused. Pei Lin nodded slightly towards her and led the people out.
Feng Jing didn't take it seriously and continued to teach her class.
Pei Lin's two subordinates, Dongli and Nanli, discovered something was wrong with their master.
Previously, the master was listening to the princess' lecture with a happy face, but in the blink of an eye, his face changed.
Dong Li asked carefully: "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
Pei Lin shook his head: "It's okay, when will Mr. Mu and the others arrive in Beijing?"
"If you don't arrive today, you should arrive tomorrow."
"When they enter the capital, take them to the palace immediately."
Dongli nodded to show that he understood.
Feng Jing on Xiwan's side talked for an hour and a half, and the six military doctors were so mesmerized that they couldn't get out of it.
After Feng Jing stopped, several people came to Feng Jing to ask for advice.
"Princess, this catgut can really suture wounds, won't it cause inflammation?"
"Princess, what combinations of hemostatic drugs are suitable for stopping bleeding?"
"Princess, how do you prepare antiseptic medicine for surgery? How to disinfect and sterilize it?"
Fengjing patiently answered a few questions from the military doctors, then quickly ran away.
"I'm hungry. Let's go back and have something to eat. Let us study slowly."
Several military doctors were lost, but they quickly got together to study the course Feng Jing had taught previously.
From this research, everyone agrees on one thing. The princess's medical skills are indeed very powerful. They must learn from her and master her skills. This is an opportunity.
Outside Xiwan, Fengjing took Qingluan and Qingdai back to Yuehuayuan.
"I'm exhausted."
He talked non-stop for an hour and a half without even taking a sip of water.
"Prepare some tea for me in the afternoon, and if you talk like you did in the morning, my voice will definitely become hoarse in the evening."
The three masters and servants returned to Yuehuayuan. On the way, Fengjing felt someone staring at her in the dark.
She suddenly looked back, and that line of sight suddenly disappeared.
Feng Jing frowned and thought deeply, who was staring at her?
Behind Feng Jing, Qing Luan and Qing Dai were both extraordinary martial arts masters. The two maids knew that someone was watching in the dark without looking back.
As martial arts masters, when they find an enemy, they will immediately remain calm. They don't act subconsciously like Feng Jing.
Qingluan lowered his voice and spoke quickly: "Princess, someone is watching us, do you want the slaves to catch her?"
The fact that that person was easily visible to them showed that his martial arts skills were not particularly powerful and they were sure to take her down in one fell swoop.
But Feng Jing stopped them and took the person down at this time. What can be said, but it can't be said that they are staring at her.
"No, let's go back first."
The three of them went back to Yuehuayuan for dinner. While eating, Fengjing was thinking about who was staring at her.
She had been stared at in the palace before. At that time, she suspected that someone close to Jiang Yao was staring at her.
This time someone was watching again, and by coincidence, Jiang Yao was bullied by her last night.
So was this person sent by Jiang Yao to keep an eye on her?
What does she want to do? Does she want someone to kill her?
Feng Jing suddenly laughed. She raised her hand to signal Qingluan and Qingdai to come over, and murmured to the two maids.
The two maids nodded at the same time to express their understanding.
While the master and servant were talking, a few little guys ran in from outside the door.
"Mom, we are back."
"I'm so hungry. Is there anything to eat?"
Feng Jing raised her eyebrows and looked at the cheerful little guys: "What are you busy with? You haven't eaten anything yet?"
Little Si Bao excitedly rushed to Feng Jing's side and said: "Look at Dabao making medicine, and look at Er Bao making a concealed weapon box. The medicine made by Dabao doesn't have the fragrance of mother, and it smells so bad that we couldn't stand it and all ran away."
When Dabao heard this, his face turned red. He raised his eyes and glared at Sibao. He looked at Fengjing and said, "Mom, the smell didn't stop after that. I made itching powder."
After he finished speaking, he handed the itching powder he made to Feng Jing like a treasure: "Mother, look, is this useful?"
Fengjing put down the chopsticks in her hand and took the itching powder he made.
It really doesn’t look good, but it does work.
She immediately looked at Dabao with a smile and praised: "My son is amazing. He made a decent medicine for the first time. He is much better than my mother back then."
When she praised him, Dabao's eyes lit up, and excitement surged in his almond-shaped eyes: "Really?"
Fengjing nodded immediately. She did not lie to Dabao about this. She was probably still playing with mud when she was four years old, and Dabao knew how to make medicine.
She was able to succeed later on, thanks to the help of the medical and poisoning system. Dabao was completely self-reliant, so the little guy is definitely a little genius.
"Mom, what did you do to lie to you? It's amazing that you can do this at such a young age, son."
Dabao was both excited and embarrassed. He touched his head and said, "I will work harder."
Fengjing smiled, nodded, praised a few more words, and then reminded her son: "Be careful, don't get this powder on yourself or harm yourself."
Dabao said he understood: "I'll see if I can get anti-itching powder this afternoon."
"OK."
Erbao saw that Dabao was praised and quickly took out the concealed weapon box he had made in the morning.
The concealed weapon box he made was very rough, but the craftsmen of the royal palace had to help him to make it successful.
But his idea is very good. It is a small hidden weapon worn on the hand bowl, with several needles hidden inside. When you are in danger, you can press the small switch on the top to release the silver needles hidden inside.
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"The silver needle is coated with the poison that mother gave us before, and that person can be knocked unconscious immediately."
Fengjing played with the concealed weapon box with great interest.
"This thing is really good. My son has a great idea."
Erbao blushed at the praise.
"Mom, I'm not that powerful."
Fengjing touched his head and said: "It's very powerful, but be careful not to hurt yourself. Whatever we do, we must first protect ourselves. If you get hurt, mother will be sad."
"Yeah, I understand. In the afternoon I will polish the concealed weapon box to make it more beautiful, and then paint it. When it is done, I will give this to my mother as a gift."