Nie Wenxun joked from the side: "What's wrong? You look like your Highness has a terminal illness."
"What?" Fu Yanci also asked, "Is the situation bad?"
On the contrary, things are very good!
Fu Yanci's body has never been as healthy as it is now since Tang Weiyang took care of him.
The pulse is vibrant and powerful.
The poison that was originally in his body is now completely gone.
how so?
Obviously more than a month ago, on the eve of Cheng Jingyu's marriage, his situation was not like this.
The poisonous gas invaded his body, and he was so weak that he couldn't even take three steps without gasping for air.
How come it has only taken more than a month to recover to this point!
In Tang Weiyang's panic, she forgot to hide herself for a moment. She anxiously grabbed Fu Yanci's other hand and took a pulse again.
The result is the same!
Fu Yanci and Nie Wenxun looked at each other and saw sarcasm in each other's eyes.
Fu Yanci's physical and mental health seemed to be intolerable to Tang Weiyang.
She was too loyal to Fu Yanmo.
Tang Weiyang didn't withdraw his hand until he found out that he was indeed sure that Fu Yanci had no signs of poisoning.
She hurriedly adjusted her expression and smiled reluctantly at Fu Yanci: "Your Highness... you are in good health. Have you seen any other doctor besides me recently?"
On a very cold day, there was even a trace of cold sweat on her forehead.
"No, why, my poison has been cured?"
Tang Weiyang nodded: "Yes, His Highness was tortured like this by poison before. Weiyang is incompetent and has been unable to solve it. He still wants to know who the master is and wants me to pay him a visit."
She tried hard to adjust and looked happy.
The poison that Fu Yanmo injected into Fu Yanci's body back then was indeed rare in the world.
In his previous life, he had been looking for someone to detoxify him for a long time, but in this life, it was nothing more than a simple matter.
Of course Tang Weiyang would be shocked, because this poison was originally going to kill him.
Now it was inexplicably solved, disrupting Fu Yanmo's plan with her.
But without this, how could Fu Yanmo be tempted to take action again?
Fu Yanci tapped his fingertips on the table and showed a happy expression: "The poison is gone, that's a good thing."
"Although I don't know where His Highness Fu's poison came from," Nie Wenxun also pretended: "But it is a good thing that the poison has been detoxified. I am happy for you."
As he spoke, he raised his teacup and toasted Fu Yanci with tea instead of wine.
Not forgetting Gong Huo: "The royal family disputes involve many dirty methods. It seems that His Highness is blocking their way."
"Yes," Fu Yanci held the teacup and turned it around on his fingertips, with a hint: "Concubine, don't we all have a good life like you, the prince? It seems that I should be on guard."
Both were born as concubines, and Nie Wenxun was protected by his father, and he was given the highest honor as a prince.
Fu Yanci, on the other hand, struggled hard and struggled to grow up in Dajing. He also had to be attacked from both sides and drugged.
Nie Wenxun cooperated with him: "Do you have any thoughts? This person who poisoned you?"
"I'm in the third position. I have a legitimate prince and a legitimate second brother. I really don't understand who wants to harm me. What can I get from all the effort?"
"That's not necessarily the case, maybe there is something scary about you," Nie Wenxun turned to Tang Weiyang like a spring breeze and said: "Miss Tang, I heard that your Highness the Crown Prince has always been petty. Have you, the Third Highness, ever offended him? "
"No!" Tang Weiyang reacted greatly and stood up immediately, panic flashing across his face.
Then he seemed to feel that he had overreacted and sat down again.
"I-I mean, your two highnesses have always had a deep relationship. It should not be the hand of His Highness the Crown Prince, right, Your Highness?"
Fu Yanci excused himself to drink tea and did not reply.
Nie Wenxun smiled slightly at her: "Why do you feel that Miss Tang is not very happy?"
"Where," Tang Weiyang was forced to show a big smile: "I just didn't expect it at the moment and was a little distracted."
Seeing how hard she was pretending, Nie Wenxun couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay," Fu Yanci placed a hand on the back of Tang Weiyang's hand and said softly: "Now that the poison is gone, our marriage can be put on the agenda. I have already written a letter and sent it back to Dajing, waiting for news about your parents. "
What?
The panic in Tang Weiyang's eyes could not be concealed at all now, and even his voice was stiff: "Really?"
Nie Wenxun looked regretful: "I thought Miss Tang never had a master, but I didn't expect someone to get there first. It's really sad."
"Wei Yang and I grew up together, and it was time to talk about marriage a long time ago."
Fu Yanci felt the coldness of Tang Weiyang's hand in his hand, and sneered in his heart.
Even though he was pretending not to look like one, Fu Yanmo thought he would be able to kill Tang Weiyang if he got her, just in a dream.
Tang Weiyang really didn't expect Fu Yanci to be so anxious.
When he came to the Proton Mansion a few years ago and asked her to get married, she thought it was a test.
I didn't expect him to take it seriously.
Of course she won't marry Fu Yanci!
We need to ask His Highness the Crown Prince about his next move as soon as possible.
Unless Fu Yanci dies, she will never be able to return to the Great Realm to reunite with His Highness the Crown Prince...
Yes, it must be as soon as possible!
Her thoughts were spinning, but she didn't know that the two men opposite her knew exactly what she was thinking, and they looked like they were watching a show.
The more Tang Weiyang thought about it, the more she couldn't sit still. She stood up hurriedly: "I originally wanted to come over and offer a stick of incense to Concubine Wen. Today is her memorial day. There are other things at the house, so I will go back after offering the incense."
"Go and do your work if you have something to do," Fu Yanci looked at her tenderly: "I have already put your incense stick on your behalf."
Tang Weiyang did not insist: "Then I'll excuse you, Your Highness, and let us chat slowly."
The figure quickly disappeared into the corner.
Nie Wenxun couldn't hold back any longer. He leaned on the table and laughed so hard that he almost hit the table: "Hahahahaha, I didn't even know you still had this side. If I didn't know, I would have thought you had a deep love for her."
After everyone left, Fu Yanci removed the expression on his face and took a wet handkerchief to wipe his hands.
It seemed that wherever he touched Tang Weiyang, he felt dirty.
There is no warmth left on his face.
"If you are so disgusted, why don't you just kill her? She must be asking Fu Yanmo to come up with ideas to deal with you again."
Fu Yanci chuckled: "That would be much easier for them."
Killing someone is just a matter of raising the knife and dropping it, so what's the problem?
Nie Wenxun noticed a hint of bloodthirst in his smile: "What do you want to do?"
"I don't do anything. It's just that Tang Weiyang has such plans for Fu Yanmo. I want to know what her expression will be like one day when she finds out that she is just a chess piece."
Is it anger, disbelief, or will he directly raise the knife to Fu Yanmo?
Really looking forward to it.
"Aci," Nie Wenxun gradually said seriously: "Was your mother's death really the fault of your father? You now have enough power to compete with the Dajing royal family, but you haven't gone back for so long. Do you want to wait for them?" Kill each other?"
When mentioning his mother's death, Fu Yanci's eyes flashed with deep anger.
To him, Dajing was nothing more than a stinky purgatory. Of course he could handle it all, but that would lose the fun.
For people, it is the most painful and the most relieving of hatred to pierce the skin and flesh with a knife and die late.
Nie Wenxun felt inexplicably afraid.
It's as if the person in front of me is like Yama. He only comes here to ask for his life, and no one can help him to do good.
