"Your Highness, may I come in?" Feng Xingying knocks on the door politely.

Prince nangongjing has been able to memorize the voice of Feng Xingying, and quickly subconsciously responded: "doctor, please."

Feng Xingying knew that the prince was a patient, and he didn't have to open the door, so he pushed the door in.

At this time, the prince was sitting in front of his desk, drawing a picture carefully.

It's a picture of lotus. It's vividly drawn.

At this time, it was the key point. After the prince had finished several strokes, he put the painting aside and turned his head to smile apologetically at Feng Xingying:

"let the doctor wait for a long time."

"Soon, the porridge wasn't cold, just at the entrance."

"Thank you, doctor." The prince took the porridge politely, full of hope in his heart.

Feng Xingying seldom gave him bitter medicine, either for exquisite medicated meals, or for hot springs, acupuncture, massage and other methods.

Feng Xingying even generously taught the housekeeper a set of simple daily massage techniques, so that the housekeeper could help the prince recover every day.

In fact, fengxingying is lazy, but in the eyes of the prince, it is magnanimous. Such a mysterious method is willing to spread.

Moreover, the housekeeper was forced by the prince to swear that he could not pass it on.

Feng Xingying doesn't care about these things. Massage is not the core of her medical skills, but it's health care to promote blood circulation. It's useless to spread it to other healthy people.

Now the spirit people use the spirit power to regulate the blood. The massage method is only effective for ordinary people, and it is not rare.

Half way through the porridge, the prince found that Feng Xingying's eyes fell on his paintings and asked for advice: "Xiao Wang is in good spirits recently. He drew a painting at will and asked the master for advice."

"Well, for the sake of eating so much of your spirit beast meat recently, I'll give you some advice." What they said was clearly polite, but Feng Xingying was not polite at all, so he began to say:

"Your Highness, this painting should be given to a woman, right? Lotus color powder, lotus seed green, grain point gold, which shows that the painter love lotus deeply.

The painting of the prince should be to hide a heart in the painting and express his love to the woman. "

"Master Youying is brilliant!" The prince was shocked by Feng Xingying's knowledge. Can she understand such a painting?

"It's a pity." Feng Xingying suddenly shut up.

"What a pity?"

"Wait till you finish."

Girl, do you know how crazy it is to hang people like this?

The prince has no way. He is a miracle doctor. He can only eat porridge and speed up secretly.

Fortunately, no matter what speed he uses, the miracle doctor only cares if he finishes eating.

"Finished, master," you said

"Well." Feng Xingying nodded: "although your heart is full, I'm afraid the other party may not understand."

What do you mean? I know! But what can I do?

"I'm a sick and useless person. How can I still be qualified to pick out people?" The prince sat down on the bed.

"Ouhe, Ouhe, your highness, this painting should be given to Princess Ouhe?"

"Yes, unfortunately..." The prince doesn't hide it. The whole family knows that the prince thinks of Princess Ouhe and asks people to give her gifts all day long.

All these things are planned by the prince himself.

It can only be said that the prince has brains, means and shamelessness. If he is not in bad health, he can definitely play around the court.

Feng Xingying squinted and said with a smile, "if I were you, I would not send this painting."

"What would you do?" Asked the prince curiously.

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