After Feng Buyi applied the needle to Song Qingyu for the last time, he told Wen Min that he could find a secondary crutch and let him try to stand up by himself and walk away.

Wen Min was very happy: "I thought I might use it, and I'm ready!"

Feng Buyi handed a prescription to Wen Min: "According to this prescription, take the medicine for another three months. This is warm and tonic. He lay in a coma for too long, and his arms and legs were atrophy. The degree to which he could recover depends on himself. Exercise step by step, do not rush forward or slack off."

"Okay, I've recorded it all." Wen Min nodded and silently remembered Feng Buyi's explanation.

"I won't come tomorrow. If anything goes wrong, go to Prince Jing's Mansion to find Ye Ling. She is my disciple, although she has just learned medical skills for a while." Feng Buyi said a few more words.

Wen Min smiled: "Okay, Ye Ling is so smart, she must have learned well."

Wen Min gave Feng Buyi out. Knowing that Feng Buyi likes to eat, she specially prepared a few special dishes to let Feng Buyi take them back. She gave other thank-you gifts, but Feng Buyi refused to accept them.

Wen Min returned to Lingfengyuan and massaged Song Qingyu's legs according to Feng Buyi's method, and said with a smile: "A Yu, will we go to Prince Jing's Mansion tomorrow? Chen'er's child hasn't come these days, and my mother misses him. I'm making a cloak for Ye Ying and Ye Ling, and your Ye brother, each of you. I wonder if they will like it."

"Okay." Song Qingyu nodded slightly.

In the evening that day, a team of people entered the capital. The old man with gray hair and beard was Song Feng, a veteran who had left his armor and returned to Beijing.

Song Bi first went to the palace to report his life, and after leaving the palace, he quickly rushed home.

"Madam! Ayu! Madam!"

Wen Min heard the sound coming from not far away. The spoon in her hand fell to the ground. She didn't bother to pick it up. She got up and walked out quickly. She saw Song Feng strode into the Leaf Garden with his head held high.

"My husband!" Wen Min's eyes suddenly turned red.

Song Qian strode forward and held Wen Min's hand. The old couple met again three years after seeing each other. They looked at each other and said, "You have lost weight."

Song Feng was really thinner and walked back to Beijing all the way, his face full of frost. He sighed, reached out to bring Wen Min into his arms, patted him gently and said, "Madam, I have suffered over the years."

Wen Min burst into tears and burst into tears.

They are young couples who have been together for decades. Since Song Qingyu was born, they have been together for too long. It seems that they are old in a blink of an eye.

Song Qingyu's hand was still unable to exert force, so he pushed the wheelchair with some difficulty and arrived at the door.

The dusk was deep, and when Song Qingyu looked at the scene of Song Feng and Wen Min hugging each other, Song Qingyu sighed slightly. He knew since he was a child that the uncle and aunt of the Song family were very loving, and he also knew how difficult it was to give birth to Song Qingyu back then.

Song Qingyu secretly swore that he would never tell anyone about Yun Yao's resurrection of the corpse. He would be filial to the two elders and be their sons.

Song Qian let go of Wen Min, looked up and saw Song Qingyu sitting at the door looking at him.

"A Yu!" Song Feng looked excited, walked up quickly, leaned over and hugged Song Qingyu.

"Dad." Song Qingyu called out softly.

"Oh!" Song Feng's eyes were wet, and he looked at Song Qingyu's face and nodded repeatedly, "But it's much better!"

"My husband, thanks to Ye Ling invited Young Master Feng from the Divine Doctor Sect to treat A Yu." Wen Min wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at her husband and son in front of her, her empty heart was finally filled.

Song Qian was a little surprised: "Young Master Feng from the Divine Doctor's Sect?"

"Yes." Wen Min nodded, "Young Master Feng said, A Yu will recover after raising a good period of time."

"That's great!" Song Feng sighed repeatedly, "I really didn't expect that the most promising person in the family of Ye Sheng was actually that girl! We have to thank her! I just entered the palace, and the emperor said that Ye Ling's suggestion was to give me the title of Duke, and it was hereditary!"

"Really?" Wen Min looked surprised. It was not because she was greedy for fame and fortune, but because Song Zhao paid so much to guard Nan Chu. His contributions were recognized by the royal family, and Wen Min was happy for him. Her inherited titles could protect her descendants, which was a great thing.

Song Feng said seriously: "It's true, the imperial edict will be delivered in the past two days."

"Congratulations to Dad." Song Qingyu spoke and said to Song Feng.

Song Zhao laughed: "I want to hear my son's congratulations the most! Dad earned you a prince, so get better quickly, let's have a drink!"

The family reunion is the most joyful.

Prince Jing’s Mansion.

Nangong Heng has lived in Wuhua Pavilion these days, and the food is delivered by Qixing. His main task every day is to practice acupuncture for Ye Ling during the day, and at night the two of them practice martial arts in the back garden.

Ye Ling practiced diligently and made rapid progress. With the guidance of Nangong Heng, he successfully broke through the third level of Xuanyin Heart Method yesterday.

But Nangong Heng said that when you reach the fourth level, it will be difficult to break through and you must not slackew.

Nangong Heng was dedicated to helping Ye Ling improve his strength. Occasionally, Ye Ling cooked and cooked dishes for him, and he was very happy.

So far, except for snatching Ye Ling's quilt and pulling his hand once due to special circumstances, Nangong Heng has never done anything Yueju. Now Ye Ying is staring at him, he dare not.

After dinner, Feng Buyi came to the garden with a pot of wine.

From a distance, I saw a black head in the middle of the lake. Feng Buyi sat down by the lake and called out "Aheng".

"Um."

Nangong Heng did not come out of the water, his voice was muffled and low.

"Can you do it? Do you want me to give you a few injections?" Feng Buyi asked.

"It's okay." Nangong Heng finished speaking, waves suddenly waved his palm, and the waves jumped up.

While Nangong Heng flew out of the water, the wind on the shore was not easy and he was soaked in a drool...

"Did you do it on purpose?" Feng Buyi got up in a mess and almost fell into the lake.

Nangong Heng didn't say anything, picked up the coat by the lake and wrapped it around him. His face turned slightly red in the blink of an eye and turned pale. His wet hair condensed with a layer of white frost.

Feng Buyi saw Nangong Heng's appearance and his expression changed drastically: "I'm poisonous? I didn't bring a golden needle, please wait!"

Feng Buyi ran away as he finished speaking. Nangong Heng rushed to the second floor of Wuhua Pavilion, wrapped himself in the quilt, shivering, and his lips turned purple.

"Xiaoye! Xiaoye!" After Feng Buyi took the golden needle, he ran to the door of Xiuzhuxuan and shouted twice.

Ye Ling heard the sound and went out: "What's wrong?"

"Come here quickly! Something happened to Ah Heng!" Feng Buyi finished speaking, Ye Ling flew over, grabbed his arm, and lifted him up.

"Where is he?" Ye Ling stared at him, "What happened?"

"It's in Wuhua Pavilion. There is a kind of poison in his body, and my master can't even relieve it. I used medicine to suppress it, but it suddenly broke out again tonight!" Feng Buyi's voice was anxious.

When he arrived at the second floor of Wuhua Pavilion, Ye Ling let go of Feng Buyi and lifted the gauze tent. He saw Nangong Heng curled up in the quilt, half of his face exposed outside, his eyebrows and eyelashes were dyed with white frost, and his lips were purple, and he was almost unconscious.

Ye Ling reached out and touched Nangong Heng's face, which was cold and invisible.

Feng Buyi rushed over with the golden needle: "I can't do it alone, you can cooperate with me and apply the needle together!"

Ye Ling frowned: "What if I got it wrong?"

"If you pierce the wrong one, prepare a coffin for him!" Feng Buyi finished speaking, and the first golden needle had already penetrated into Nangong Heng's eyebrows.

"Why are you standing there? Straighten his body!"

Feng Buyi finished speaking, Ye Ling looked up and hurriedly went to help.

In this way, it was almost dawn, and the wind didn't easily hold the needle. He fell to the ground, sweating all over his body, and said weakly: "One time, I have to explain my life!"

Ye Ling was a little better, but her face was full of fatigue because it took a lot of effort.

Nangong Heng's expression became slightly normal and he fell into a drowsiness.

The quilt was soaked and stained with some dark red blood, which was spit out by Nangong Heng.

Qixing went to get the new quilt and changed Nangong Heng's clean clothes. Looking at Nangong Heng's weak look, he sighed deeply.

"What's going on with him?" Ye Ling asked with frown.

"The first time I saw him, he looked dead in the Eastern Jin Palace, like an ice cube." Feng Buyi got up from the ground and sat next to him.

"Like Baili Su, the fetus is poisoned?" Ye Ling looked inexplicably.

Feng Buyi shook his head: "It's different. You may not believe it when you say it. Ah Heng's poison was given to him by his biological mother."

Seeing Ye Ling’s doubt, Feng Buyi continued: “After he was born, his mother died. No one knew why he had to poison him. The master said that the poison was called Ice and Fire Devouring Heart, and he had only seen it in an ancient medical book. It is not fatal. Every time he was poisoned, his skills would even increase greatly, but if he let the poison go, his mind would be affected.”

"What impact?" Ye Ling was puzzled. Did he become stupid?

Feng Buyi said, "I have never seen it before. I only heard from my master that after he was ten years old, he almost killed his father after his first poisonous attack."

"Then he can survive until now, his father is very loyal." Ye Ling said quietly.

"Although he is a playboy, he is very favored in the Eastern Jin royal family. You will know from now on." Feng Buyi said.

"What caused the poisonous attack?" Ye Ling asked.

Feng Buyi shook his head: "Maybe the medicine given to him by the master has failed? I don't quite understand why it is so suddenly. Today I want to go back to the sect of the miracle doctor and ask what's going on. Maybe I will invite him over. Next, you take good care of Ah Heng, because we stop the poisonous hair, his skills will not increase greatly, and will be greatly damaged."

The wind was not easy to talk, and a trace of bright red blood came from the corner of Nangong Heng's mouth.

"Young Master Feng! Master vomits blood!" Qixing looked nervous.

"Don't make a fuss, this is normal. Just vomit ten or eight times." Feng Buyi didn't care, and got up and went downstairs after he finished speaking.

Feng Buyi said he would leave. Although he always argued with Nangong Heng when he was with him, he cared about this friend who was like his brother. Nangong Heng was poisoned again, which made him very worried.

Ye Ling asked if he wanted to arrange someone to escort him, but Feng Buyi refused.

"Uncle Feng'er, why are you leaving?" Ye Chen was unhappy because Feng Buyi was his best playmate.

Feng Buyi smiled and rubbed Ye Chen's little head: "Be good, my uncle will be back in a few days."

"Really? Then let's hook and hook." Ye Chen stretched out a white and tender little finger.

Feng Buyi pulled the hook with Ye Chen, hugged him again, waved his hands at Ye Ying and Ye Jing, and got on the carriage.
To be continued...