Feng Jing was afraid that the two of them would fight because of her, so she quickly said: "Pei Shu, he didn't force me. I voluntarily came to Beijing to help him."
After hearing this, Pei Shu sneered at Pei Lin: "Oh, His Majesty, the King of Jin, actually asked a woman to help him. He is really shameless."
Feng Jing was not happy to hear this, and looked at Pei Shu with a frown: "What's wrong with women? Can't women help others?"
Pei Shu's original intention was to mock Pei Lin, but he did not expect that these words would make Feng Jing angry.
Seeing Feng Jing angry, he suddenly became anxious.
"I……"
Pei Lin didn't wait for him to say anything, and said casually: "I have never looked down on women. No matter whether they are men or women, as long as they are capable, I respect them."
Feng Jing was still satisfied with these words, but there was a hint of anger in her eyes when she looked at Pei Shu.
"Pei Shu, please go back. We will return to Beijing early tomorrow morning."
Pei Shu was upset and felt that Pei Lin was a villain. He quickly explained: "I don't look down on women, I'm just angry that he forced you."
Feng Jing was about to say that Pei Lin didn't force her. Outside the door, Li Laoshi walked in and reported: "Master, someone came to ask for help."
Upon hearing this, Feng Jing didn't care to talk to Pei Shu, got up and walked out.
Later, Pei Lin also stood up and was about to leave. Pei Shu looked at him and sarcastically said: "Insidious."
Pei Lin looked at him coldly: "I hope you'd better speak over your head."
When he first met Pei Shu, he was more polite to him. Now that Pei Shu is repeatedly challenging his bottom line, Pei Lin is impatient.
Pei Shu was stunned. In the past few days, he had forgotten that the person in front of him was Pei Lin, the ruthless King of Jin.
Pei Shu frowned and said solemnly: "That's what King Jin said."
Pei Lin walked out the door. When she passed by Pei Shu, she looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "Do you still want to marry her now? If so, I will make the decision for her, as long as you are willing!"
Pei Shu was completely stunned. He originally liked Miss Rong, but when he found out yesterday that Miss Rong was the Princess of Yanjin and his cousin-in-law, he was completely confused.
He didn't sleep well all night after returning. When he received the news that Feng Jing was leaving Beijing this morning, he rushed over anxiously and didn't think much about anything else.
Now when he heard Pei Lin ask him, Pei Shu didn't know how to reply.
Pei Lin sneered directly and rudely: "It turns out that your love is nothing more than this."
After saying that, he raised his feet and walked out.
In front of the courtyard gate, Feng Jing walked in with two people.
An old Taoist priest with disheveled hair, bare feet and robes, who looked downcast, was holding a thin child with a sallow complexion.
Pei Lin came over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Feng Jing looked up at him and said, "This child has colic and needs immediate help."
After she finished speaking, she looked at the old Taoist priest behind her: "Hurry and bring him in."
The child had passed out from the pain.
Feng Jing led them into the treatment room in the east wing, followed by Pei Lin.
Colic is a disease caused by intestinal spasm and contraction, which is often caused by improper diet or eating too much raw or cold food.
Fengjing quickly took out the golden needle and applied it to the little guy, and asked the old Taoist priest standing on one side.
"Has he had this symptom before?"
The old Taoist priest quickly said: "Yes, it has been half a year. I also took the old Taoist to see other doctors before. Those doctors all prescribed decoctions. After taking them, the pain stopped, but the pain still returned later."
Fengjing nodded slightly and said, "He has chronic colic and it will recur."
The old Taoist priest was anxious: "Is there any cure?"
Feng Jing nodded: "Of course there are ways to heal."
After she finished speaking, she stopped talking and continued to inject the child with acupuncture.
The room was quiet for a while until Fengjing closed her needle.
At this time, the little guy no longer hurt, his face looked much better, and he woke up. He opened his eyes and saw an overly beautiful sister looking at him.
The little guy blinked, thinking he had seen it wrong, and reached out to touch Feng Jing's face. His big eyes were filled with a compelling light.
The old Taoist priest was startled and quickly reached out to slap the young disciple and scolded him: "Qingxuan, what are you doing?"
Xiao Qingxuan ignored his master and looked at Feng Jing in surprise: "Is my sister a noble person? She is so beautiful."
The old Taoist priest looked at Feng Jing with a dark look on his face: "Doctor Rong, don't be offended, he is confused because of the pain."
After saying that, he reached out to hug his little disciple, but the little disciple raised his hand and slapped his hand away.
"Sister, you are so beautiful, I like you."
Feng Jing was amused by him. This child is really good at talking. He has pretty features and a sweet mouth. He has a bright future.
Seeing Feng Jing's smile, the little guy spoke more smoothly: "Seeing my sister's appearance, my stomach no longer hurts. I..."
Before he finished speaking, his stomach suddenly growled. The little Taoist priest blushed all of a sudden. He was so embarrassed.
Feng Qing immediately ordered Li Laoshi outside to prepare something to eat.
"Little one, we'll have something to eat soon."
The little guy probably felt embarrassed and stopped talking.
Just as Feng Jing was about to coax him, Pei Lin, who was standing quietly on one side of the room, suddenly reached out and took Feng Jing's hand and walked out.
Feng Jing was stunned. After she realized what she was doing, she shouted angrily: "Let go."
Pei Lin ignored her and pulled her towards a remote corner of the yard.
Feng Jing looked at him coldly, her eyes slowly falling from his face, and finally fell on Pei Lin's hand holding hers.
Pei Lin didn't pay attention at first and saw Feng Jing looking down. He subconsciously followed her gaze downwards and finally saw that he was holding Feng Jing's hand tightly.
Pei Lin's hand couldn't help but feel hot, and she subconsciously let go.
His Royal Highness Prince Jin of Dayan, who had always been calm and calm, froze for a rare moment, and felt quite unbelievable in his heart. He had never liked touching others, so why did he change when he came to Feng Jing?
Could it be that he has gotten used to it because he has been exposed to it more recently?
Pei Lin lost her thoughts and forced herself to speak calmly: "I pulled you here to tell you that that old Taoist priest is a well-known Taoist from Guangyang. He is a man of some ability. You can find a way to make him work for you."
Feng Jing looked at Pei Lin in shock: "Are you sure? How could he be so miserable if he has the ability?"
Pei Lin didn't know how to answer this for a moment.
It is true that Taoist Guangyang has some abilities, but it is also true that he is miserable.
Seeing that Pei Lin was silent, Feng Jing raised her eyebrows and said, "Since he has the ability, why don't you win over him and make him yours?"
Pei Lin's face was dark, and Feng Jing suddenly thought: "It's not because you didn't win over him, right?"
Pei Lin raised his eyes and looked at Feng Jing coolly, then turned and left.
Later, Feng Jing laughed in a good mood, turned around and walked towards the east wing.
When Pei Lin heard her loud laughter, his expression became even worse. He walked towards his room with an unkind look on his face. He didn't want to turn around, but someone blocked his way.