The princess has no moral principles, why did you provoke her?

Leng Jiuyuan's face flushed, and he thought: Is this progress too fast? This is too direct!

We haven't even met a few times and we're going to bed, and I'm not ready yet.

I've never slept with anyone else, so I have no experience!"

Ye Qingyan took out a golden needle from the small medicine box, walked over and asked: "Why don't you take off your clothes? You are a man, why are you still hesitating to take off your clothes?"

Leng Jiuyuan wondered: Are you so impatient?

"Are you really taking it off?" he asked.

"How can I give you an acupuncture if you don't take off your clothes?"

“So it’s acupuncture!”

Ye Qingyan rolled her eyes at him and said, "What are you thinking about? If I don't give you acupuncture, do I have to spend the wedding night with you? Seriously!"

Leng Jiuyuan was so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground. He had the wrong idea.

Feng Yi and Feng Jiu heard some noise in the master's room and quietly came to the door.

At this time, Ye Qingyan said: "Hurry up and take off your clothes and go to bed, I'm sleepy!"

"Take it off immediately."

Leng Jiuyuan took off his shirt and walked towards the bed.

Fengjiu glanced at Fengyi, pointed inside, and pulled Fengyi under the tree.

"Feng Yi, isn't our master too quick? He captured the prince so quickly."

Feng Yi couldn't help laughing: "That's great, in another year, maybe the little princess or the little prince will be born."

"Why didn't they turn off the lights when they were doing that?" Fengjiu asked again.

Feng glanced at her and said, "Who said that the lights must be turned off when performing the Zhougong ceremony?"

The two of them leaned against the tree, imagining the scene on the bed...

A quarter of an hour later, Ye Qingyan pulled out the golden needle and instructed, "I'll give you two more acupuncture treatments tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

Leng Jiuyuan felt that his body felt much warmer after the acupuncture.

He put on his clothes and went downstairs, then asked, "Xiao Qi, do you have a medicine that can help doctors predict the end of a person's life?"

"Your old man is worried about you."

Leng Jiuyuan nodded.

She casually pulled out a small bottle of medicine and said, "When the incident happens, take a fatal pill a quarter of an hour beforehand. To make it more realistic, just pretend to cough a few times."

"How much silver?"

Ye Qingyan looked at the two brocade boxes on the table and said, "The silver will be replaced with those two items."

Leng Jiuyuan clasped his fists and said, "Tomorrow I will go to Baicaotang to seek your treatment. You must make my condition sound as serious as possible."

Ye Qingyan nodded: "Just say you are dying."

Leng Jiuyuan smiled bitterly: "I heard that my fourth brother Leng Jinhong sent people to investigate you, you should be careful."

Ye Qingyan's dimples blossomed as she smiled faintly: "He should be busy taking care of himself and probably has no time to care about me for the time being."

Leng Jiuyuan was stunned for a second, then smiled slightly: "I'm leaving!"

"Go slowly and don't send me away!"

Leng Jiuyuan walked out of the house, jumped up onto the roof, and then disappeared.

Feng Yi and Feng Jiu were sitting under a tree, eating melon seeds.

When the prince left, the lights in the master's room went out.

They looked at each other, and Fengjiu said bluntly, "So fast, Your Majesty, this is not possible!"

Feng nodded and said, "We must ask Nanny Qin to make more nourishing soup for the prince."

"..."

On the second day, Leng Jiuyuan took a pill, his face turned pale, and he came to Baicaotang wearing half a silver mask.

Someone recognized him, "Isn't this the War King? How did he become so sick?"

"This is all the poison I got from fighting on the battlefield. I was defending my country, and in the end, I became so sick."

"you do not say!"

An Yi came into the lobby and clasped his fists to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, our prince has made an appointment to see the ghost doctor."

Fengjiu came before the War King and said, "Your Highness, please come upstairs."

Leng Jiuyuan followed Feng Jiu to the clinic on the second floor and took out a few banknotes: "This is the consultation fee. Let me know if it's not enough."

Ye Qingyan smiled and looked out the window.

The windows were open and there was a long queue in front of Baicaotang's door.

Leng Jiuyuan almost laughed out loud when he saw Ye Qingyan's outfit.

She wore a mask with a green face and fangs, and a loose black robe. She was indeed a ghost doctor. If she went out in the middle of the night, she would scare people to death.

Ye Qingyan said, "You are too deeply poisoned and have damaged your very foundation. You will be childless in this life and your life will be short.

I'll prescribe some medicine to keep you alive for now."

Leng Jiuyuan seemed to be irritated: "How can you diagnose a disease? You took my pulse and said that I will never have children. Do you know how to diagnose a disease?"

Ye Qingyan's voice also rose an octave: "You have damaged your reproductive roots, so of course you can't have children. Even if a god came, they can't cure your illness."

"Impossible, I don't believe it!"

"You won't live long, so why would you care whether you have children or not? The medicine I prescribed is just to keep you alive.

You must take one pill a month. You are too poisoned. If you don't take the medicine, you will live for at most three months."

The people queuing outside listened and began to discuss again: "How can the War King have no children?"

"Didn't you hear? They said it was poisoning that damaged his foundation. Prince Zhan is so pitiful. He doesn't even have a mistress in his mansion, and yet he got this disease."

"..."

An Yi and An Er saw that it was almost done, so they went upstairs and helped Leng Jiuyuan down.

Everyone saw that the War King's face had become even worse, and he looked like he was close to death.

Everyone couldn't help but feel pity for the War King and watched him get on the carriage.

The news that the King of War had no children and was dying spread throughout the capital like wings.

…………

The emperor was sitting in his study reviewing memorials when a Jinlin Guard knelt down and clasped his fists, "Your Majesty, the ghost doctor examined Prince Zhan this morning.

The War King was furious. He only vaguely heard the ghost doctor say that his reproductive organs were damaged and he would not be able to have children.

He also has to take a pill every month to stay alive, and the ghost doctor said that even a great immortal couldn't save him."

Leng Aotian's eyes flashed with joy, but then his face turned cold again: "Are Lao Jiu and the Ghost Doctor familiar with each other?"

"Your Majesty, they are not familiar with each other. The Ghost Doctor is elusive. No one knows his whereabouts, and no one has ever seen his true appearance."

Keep an eye on Lao Jiu, and report to me if there are any unusual movements.

"Yes!"

Leng Aotian said meaningfully: "It's good to be alive. It makes people feel at ease. Qin Wuyi, do you believe what Jin Linwei said?"

Eunuch Qin clasped his fists and said, "Your Majesty, the imperial physician has to take your pulse once a month, and what he said is pretty much the same as what the ghost doctor said.

If this poison lasts too long, it will definitely damage the five internal organs. Based on this inference, the ghost doctor's words are somewhat credible."

Leng Aotian nodded slightly, but he still didn't believe it in his heart, unless Leng Jiuyuan lay motionless on the ground and died.

This son is the most capable among all the princes. He is ruthless and never drags his feet in doing things. He is the only choice for the emperor.

But the more outstanding Leng Jiuyuan was, the more afraid he became. He was afraid that one day, just like in his dream, he would be killed and ascend the throne.

…………

In the evening, Prince Leng Xiaoran was drinking tea in his mansion when suddenly a dart hit him and stuck a letter in the door.

A guard pulled out the dart, took the letter away, and brought it to the prince.

He said respectfully, "Prince, look."

Leng Xiaoran opened the letter and saw eight words written on it: The Fourth Prince leads his troops to Qiyao Mountain.

His face was stern, and he ordered: "Come here, send someone to Qiyao Mountain secretly to investigate this matter."