Seeing Meng Xin approaching from a distance, Cheng Jingyu gestured to Chunhua's lips.
Even though he and Meng Xin were old acquaintances, there were some things that were not easy to say in front of Meng Xin. After all, they were under the palace wall.
"Why is the princess so seriously injured?"
Meng Xin looked at her ankle and found that the tendons inside had been strained.
He couldn't say anything else, but Chunhua couldn't help but complained about Fu Yanci: "It's not His Highness Fu. He thought the princess's injury was fake, so he pushed her."
"Chunhua."
"The scrapes on the palms and knees are nothing," Meng Xin neatly cleaned up and applied medicine. "It's just that the feet still need to be taken care of. It's best not to fall to the ground. I will change the princess's medicine every day."
Meng Xin frequently went in and out of the Cheng Mansion, and Cheng Jingyu always left it to Meng Xin to treat some cases that were inconvenient for the government doctor to see.
"Thanks a lot."
After packing the things into the medicine box, Meng Xin looked away and said, "The princess seems to have had a lot of friction with His Highness Fu recently. Did something happen?"
She was born to be quiet, and she fulfilled her duties in the hospital and never got into trouble.
Cheng Jingyu liked Meng Xin's temperament in her previous life, but later she married into the palace, and Meng Xin got married according to the wishes of her parents, and she seemed to be living well.
She had always treated Cheng Jingyu with the courtesy of a monarch and a minister, never overstepping her bounds and not saying too much.
Therefore, Cheng Jingyu was a little less wary of her: "His Royal Highness Fu has never liked me. Meng Xin, when you gave him medicine at the hunting ground, I asked you to check his pulse. Did you see anything? ?”
"Your Highness Fu was addicted to the drug that day, and his pulse was different from usual," Meng Xin recalled, shaking his head: "I didn't see anything, but His Highness had been weak before, and the few times I saw him in the last few times, he seemed Much better.”
Because Fu Yanci was weak, he was wrapped up thickly before winter.
After seeing him all day long, he had a desolate and defeated look on his body, and it seemed that he was never getting better.
However, because there was Tang Weiyang beside him, his pulse never passed through the hands of Taiyuan Hospital.
No one knows what his body is like.
Including Cheng Jingyu.
She only remembered that Fu Yanci had always looked like this in his previous life, until——
Until he left Xichu and returned to Dajing, he changed his appearance when he came back again.
In the past, everyone thought that he was weak, unable to hold a sword or a spear, and would be blown down by the wind after taking three steps.
Later, he was able to command the three armies, cross the border of Western Chu, and become the co-lord of the five continents.
There seemed to be a veil hanging over his body. Cheng Jingyu had never bothered to explore what was hidden inside.
But now, she gradually couldn't put aside Fu Yanci's words and deeds.
"I forgot, how was His Highness Fu's health according to rumors before he came to Xichu?"
Meng Xin and Chunhua both fell into memories.
His Highness Fu ranked third in Dajing. Before coming to Xichu, there were not many rumors about him.
After arriving, Xiao Heng dug out many of his palace secrets in order to humiliate him.
Regarding his life experience, he scolded his biological mother for her low status.
And he was a transparent person in the Dajing Imperial City. He had a bad background and no merit, so he was not reused.
"It seems to be said that he has been sick frequently since he was seventeen years old. When he was sent to Xichu when he was eighteen years old, I saw him from a distance once. From then on, his face could tell that he was sick."
Meng Xin was a doctor and would always subconsciously pay attention to the person's body when he first saw him.
For example, just walking from a distance, Cheng Jingyu could tell at a glance that Cheng Jingyu's palms and knees were injured without the people around her telling her.
At that time, Dajing prostituted his son into the palace, which caused such a sensation. Coupled with Fu Yanci's appearance, Meng Xin could not remember it wrong.
That's right.
Cheng Jingyu remembered the first time she met Fu Yanci. The time he was scratched by a cat, it seemed that he fainted after the scratching.
She also mocked a grown man for being cowardly.
But now that I think about it, isn't there something wrong with Fu Yanci's health?
If he had been born weak, he would never have grown into the physique he has today.
What's more, since Dajing is a prince after all, there is still a way to take care of a frail prince, right?
The only remaining possibility is that he was deliberately framed by people in the Dajing Imperial City.
Some people wanted him to live short, and used certain means to contain Fu Yanci.
From the last time Fu Yanmo came to Xichu, we knew that he was a smiling tiger. On the surface, he seemed to be very nice to Fu Yanci, but what about behind his back?
If there is one Tang Weiyang, wouldn't there be a second and third Tang Weiyang?
It seemed that it was time for him to have a good chat with Tang Weiyang.
She staying next to Fu Yanci is a great danger to Fu Yanci. What if she can help Fu Yanci get rid of this person.
Will his relationship with Fu Yanci be eased?
But even if you want to do this, you can't rush it. You need to have Tang Weiyang's evidence in hand.
Thinking of this, Cheng Jingyu made a plan quietly.
Chunhua became more and more confused as to what her princess was thinking: "Princess, what are you going to do?"
"Meng Xin, I asked someone to bring out the dregs of the medicine that Fu Yanci usually drinks. Please help me find out what kind of disease he has, or if there is anything fishy in the dregs of the medicine that he drinks."
Although Meng Xin didn't know what Cheng Jingyu was going to do, he still nodded: "Okay."
"No one should know about this matter. Does anyone at the Taiyuan Hospital understand? Once the matter is completed, I will be deeply grateful."
Cheng Jingyu has always been generous to those around her and would not treat them badly.
Moreover, if Fu Yanci is involved in a seemingly simple matter, Meng Xin will also be implicated due to Fu Yanci's sensitive identity.
At this time, Su Yi flew down from nowhere, folding his arms and reminding: "You'd better stop discussing, someone is coming."
So the conversation stopped, and Cheng Jingyu let Meng Xin apply the medicine to herself.
It wasn't until the way back home that Cheng Jingyu called Su Yi over: "With your Qinggong, you can steal something without being discovered, right?"
Suyi: "...it depends on where you go."
"For example, where have you been discovered?" Cheng Jingyu blinked her big eyes, curiously seeking knowledge.
"No one taught you not to poke scars on others?" Su Yi said coolly: "Tell me, what are you stealing? I won't steal money."
"Fu Yanci's medicine residue."
Su Yi was speechless for a moment, then glanced at her feet: "I suggest you not hang yourself from a tree."
Hearing this, Chunhua, who was peeling oranges for Cheng Jingyu, raised his head and nodded sharply.
Cheng Jingyu was not one to listen to advice, but she touched her chin and approached Su Yi, looking at her a bit: "Do you know something?"
"What?"
"Fu Yanci's previous situation in Dajing and so on, Su Yi, this princess has never asked you where you are from, right?"
Suyi touched the heavy silver in his sleeve pocket with one hand, and touched his conscience with the other hand.
After struggling for a while, he nodded: "I steal."
Completely ignoring Cheng Jingyu's question.
"Do you have any brothers?" Cheng Jingyu was dissatisfied: "The kind who are short of money but have good connections?"
Su Yi felt that it was not easy to make money at all: "What are you going to do?"
"I won't bother you with what I want to do. Just tell me if you have it."
Su Yi really does exist. People who are wandering around in the world always have some information: "I'm afraid you can't afford it."
"What's the point of buying on a single line? Buying and selling, making money is the way to go."
Chunhua couldn't keep up with her thoughts: "Don't marry His Highness Fu? Are you making money instead?"
