Unless she has the ability to kill Princess Xiang after she gets married, she can follow the Feng family's mistress replacement and turn over in Princes Xiang's mansion.

That night, Feng Yuheng slept with gold, Feng Jinyuan slept with plans, the old lady slept with worry, while Feng Chenyu was thinking about how to get rid of the person who occupied the position of Prince Xiang's official concubine and slept with anxiety.

In fact, everyone in the Feng family was uneasy, and Han and Fandai were also unwilling to accept it. They had to let go of one mistress after another. Han's belly was so tall, but he still didn't climb to the position of mistress. However, Han also had his own ideas. In her opinion, the Feng family's mistress was an unknown symbol. No matter who it was, as long as he sat in that position, he would never end well. Yao now seemed to be protected by his daughter, but when the Yao family was demoted, it was so miserable.

She told Fandai about this truth, and Fandai felt that it seemed like this. The situation is unclear at the moment, and saving his life is the most important thing, so she no longer criticized Han for his mistress.

The next morning, Old Mrs. Feng sent Madam Zhao to the county lord's mansion to deliver the Geng stickers to the county lord's mansion. When Wangchuan picked up the Geng stickers in his hand at the door, Madam Zhao leaned her head and tried to look into the mansion. Unfortunately, the imperial guards lined up at the door, blocking the situation in the mansion tightly.

Madam Zhao went back helplessly to report her life. Soon, Xuan Tianming's palace car stopped at the gate of the county lord's mansion. Feng Yuheng took Wangchuan Huangquan and pushed an empty wheelchair out.

The group went to Xiangwang Mansion like this. When Feng Yuheng got out of the palace car, the guards at the door of Xiangwang Mansion were collectively solemn. When Duanmuqing came back yesterday, he just told Xuan Tianye that Feng Yuheng was going to give gifts to him, and did not notify his servants to prepare to welcome him. Therefore, for the guards, the visit of this Ji'an County Lord was so sudden and... terrible.

Yes, terrible. A young guard had his teeth trembled, and he gently hit his companion next to him with his elbow, and asked in a slanted corner of his mouth, "Why is she here?"

The one next to him was also very big. Feng Yuheng was whipping the third prince in front of the mansion and went straight to the prince for half his life. The guards guards were almost scared to death.

After nearly half a year, the Lord of Ji'an County arrived at the gate of Xiangwang Mansion again. What are you doing?

The big guard said in a trembling voice: "Can't you come to fight again? I'm so sad. The third prince is still lying on the couch. If you beat him up, you won't be able to just die?"

As the two talked, Feng Yuheng and Xuan Tianming had already climbed the steps at the door. The guards looked at Feng Yuheng, who had left a huge psychological shadow on the entire Xiang Prince's Mansion, and then looked at the ninth prince Xuan Tianming, who was moving freely at some point next to her, and the psychological shadow area gradually expanded.

Someone stepped forward with a tough bullet and bowed and asked, "Your Highness Nine, County Lord, are you..."

Feng Yuheng leaned his chin and said, "We are here to visit my third brother. We haven't seen each other for several months. I don't know if his injuries are healed."

This is what the guards say, just like listening to operas. These two people come to visit?

But what if I don’t believe it anymore? One is the prince and the other is the county lord. No one can afford to offend them, so they had to quickly go into the mansion to report. Soon, Duanmu Qing came out in person to welcome the two into the mansion.

Walking along the way to the Xiangwang Mansion, Xuan Tianming and Feng Yuheng received countless attention gifts with panic and fear. People speculated about the reason for their visit. Until Duanmuqing let them into the hall, and when the two servants came up to serve tea, Feng Yuheng spoke: "Yesterday, the deputy governor visited and told my father that the third palace wanted to marry Feng Chenyu, a concubine of the Feng family, as his concubine. My father and grandmother attached great importance to this matter and specially sent the county lord to send the future concubine Geng Concubine to the Xiangwang Mansion in person."

Only then did people understand, oh, it turned out to be given a gift from Geng.

A servant came forward to take the post, and then heard Feng Yuheng continue to say: "Also, since it is officially exchanged for Geng's post to marry as a concubine, this means that although it is not a proper wife, it is also considered a formal marriage between the Ming media. So, I wonder when the betrothal gift from Prince Xiang's mansion will come to your door?"

Duanmu Qing narrowed her eyes and looked at Feng Yuheng, then looked at Xuan Tianming, who was drinking tea leisurely next to her, remembering the incident of the two men joining forces to cheat Qianzhou and ten million taels of gold. He asked with some vigilance: "I wonder what the Feng family has to ask for this betrothal gift?"

Feng Yuheng giggled. It was not the first time that the Third Prince got married, so this set of rules should be familiar! The Feng family married a concubine daughter, so everything should be done according to the rules.

Duanmu Qing breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, the betrothal gift from Prince Xiang's Mansion will start preparing today."

"Yeah." Feng Yuheng also nodded, then exposed the topic and went straight to another thing that came to the door today - "Where is the third brother? The county lord brought a gift to see him. I wonder if he could meet him?"

"Hey!" Xuan Tianming, who had not spoken, finally spoke, "What are you talking about? You are his brother and sister, and the lord of Ji'an County, let alone, isn't this king here? Just go directly and apply for a fourth-rank little deprived official?" As he said that, he stood up and pulled Feng Yuheng's hand and was about to go out.

Duanmuqing quickly stood up and said, "Let's wait!"

Xuan Tianming's eyes stood up, "Duanmuqing, do you want to die or not live anymore? When will you be able to speak in front of me?"

Duanmu Qing was a domineering person in the northern border, but when he arrived at the capital, a place where great officials gathered, he was really a fourth-rank small deprived official, just as Xuan Tianming said. But no matter how small the official was, he was also the deputy governor of the northern border, and he was in charge of that special border, and almost everyone had to give him some face.

Unfortunately, Xuan Tianming does not include this person.

Duanmu Qing also understood that he dared to be on par with the first-class official Feng Jinyuan, but in front of this ninth prince, there was no capital to be reasonable.

He realized this and quickly stopped, and stopped, watching the two of them walk hand in hand to the backyard.

Duanmuqing felt something was wrong, so he thought about it and asked the servants around him: "What is the girl next to the Lord of Ji'an, what is she pushing in her hand?"

The servant replied: "It's a wheelchair."

Another sharp-eyed man said, "It seems that it is the one that His Royal Highness Ninth used to be sitting on."

Duanmuqing was puzzled, "He has his legs and feet, and he is jumping around, and he is still pushing a wheelchair for nothing, isn't it unnecessary? He..." He stopped talking, Duanmuqing seemed to have thought of something, and then stomped his feet and quickly followed the steps of the two people in front and chased them in the backyard.

At this time, Xuan Tianye was lying on the bedside. He could speak, move his head, move his hands, and barely lift his arms. But he could not turn over, raise his legs, or go down to the ground. His legs and knees were wrapped in white cotton cloth, and blood was faintly exposed.

Beside him, in addition to the servants who were serving in the mansion, there was another person sitting. The man looked in his early thirties, covered with a black robe, tall, and thin. His face was always gloomy, staring at Xuan Tianye's legs, looking very ghostly.

The servants of the Xiangwang Mansion did not dare to get too close to him, but because they had to take care of Xuan Tianye, they had to be in the same room with him. If they looked carefully, the servants in this room were walking with their eyes and they didn't want to look at that person more.

When Feng Yuheng and Xuan Tianming entered the house, the servants breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that as long as one more person came in, the room would have more yang energy. However, when they saw who the person was, the relaxed breath he hurriedly brought back.

The servants knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Xuan Tianming and the others, but the man in black robe did not move. The third prince on the couch turned his head and stared at the two of them with resentment. The one who met Feng Yuheng's smiling face: "San brother, are you better?" Just like chatting about family matters, the lack of this injury was the consciousness given by her.

Xuan Tianye was so angry that his chest kept rising and falling. The man in black robe finally spoke: "No, you must keep calm."

"Yes." Feng Yuheng nodded, stepped forward and stood by the bed and looked for a while, and even reached out to press it lightly on his ribs and knees. Xuan Tianye instantly felt sweaty. The man in black robe wanted to stop him, but unfortunately, Huang Quan controlled him alone without Xuan Tianming taking action.

Feng Yuheng pinched left and looked right, and then said, "The five internal organs were well recovered, and the bone injuries were slightly untimely. In addition, although the knees were changed, the techniques were improper. The best fusion state between the new bone and the limbs was not achieved. Even if you could barely recover the level of being able to bend freely, there was no way to get you back up."

"Impossible!" As soon as Feng Yuheng finished speaking, the man in black robe blurted out with an impossible voice, and then said: "The one I chose from the thirty leg bones is close to the original bones. He also added great caution when changing. It is impossible for the Third Highness to stand up! You are talking nonsense!"

"Tsk." Xuan Tianming gave him a blank look, looked for a chair to sit down, and acted like watching the show.

Feng Yuheng looked at the man in black and raised his eyebrows: "Ghost Doctor Songkang?" Then he snorted coldly: "Thirty pairs of living leg bones, which have been specialized in more than ten years of research. In the end, it is this level?" She glanced at Xuan Tianye's knees and shook her head and said: "The fate of the great fortune has made you successful, and it has made you the name of ghost doctor. The county lord thought that this person is so powerful. Today, it seems that it is just Er."

The ghost doctor Song Kang was stunned for a moment, then a hint of joy appeared on his face, staring at Feng Yuheng and asked, "Are you the lord of Ji'an County in the capital?"

Feng Yuheng didn't answer, and also pulled a chair and sat next to Xuan Tianming. A servant brought tea. She took a sip and looked at Xuan Tianye's leg again. Then she opened her mouth quietly: "The wound is red and swollen, thick, and it is obviously infected."

Song Kang blinked, looked at Feng Yuheng with anticipation, and waited for her to continue talking.

Feng Yuheng did not disappoint him and continued: "The lack of common sense of disinfection is the main reason for the infection after this surgical operation. I ask you, have you changed into brand new and special clothes before the bone replacement?"

Songyao was not sure about it, but he still shook his head. He had never changed his black robe for many years.

"Then have the tools you use been sterilized in high temperatures? Can you clean your hands?"

Song Kang still shook his head, but added: "I have clean hands."

Feng Yuheng said, "It's useless to wash it with water." Then he looked at the pile of small utensils on the table, which looked like the prototype of a surgical scalpel. Unfortunately, it was too simple. If she hadn't been in this industry, she wouldn't have recognized it at all. "What are these?"

Seeing Feng Yuheng frowning, Songkang felt that he had finally recovered some of his face. He turned his shoulders and broke free from Huang Quan's obstruction. He raised his head and said proudly: "This is the instrument I used to use secret techniques. Now, I am the only one in the world who knows how to use them."
Chapter completed!