After the villain was defeated, she still had power in the government

Royal study room.

Feng Xingjun sat behind the desk. At first glance, he seemed to be reviewing memorials very seriously. However, after two seconds, he raised his head casually and looked towards the door. He seemed a little absent-minded.

Fulu stood behind him and saw his little movements clearly. After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, are you waiting for Master Fu?"

Feng Xingjun did not deny it, but turned around and asked, "What time is it now?"

"It's nine o'clock in the morning." Fulu replied.

Usually, Fu Yutang always came to see him at 7:15, and no later than 7:45.

It’s not even 9 o’clock yet, so I guess he won’t come today.

Thinking of this, Feng Xingjun couldn't help but laugh out loud.

As expected, it is the wisest approach to assign more chores to Fu Yutang.

The effect was immediate. Fu Yutang immediately had no time to bother him, and he no longer had to listen to those creepy words.

I am indeed wise!

Feng Xingjun generously gave himself a thumbs up.

While he was secretly happy, he heard the eunuch's voice outside, "Your Majesty, Prince Ling wants to see you."

Little gazelle?

Didn’t he go out of the palace to play?

When did you come back?

Feng Xingjun was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly ordered: "Let him in quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xingling appeared in the imperial study. His black hair was tied into a high ponytail with a black hairband, and he was wearing a red long robe with arrow sleeves. He had handsome eyes and fine eyebrows, and his eyes were full of spirit. When he saw Feng Xingjun, he smiled unconsciously and walked up to him and greeted him, "Royal brother."

Feng Xingjun hummed, and seeing that he looked exhausted, he asked, "Where have you been playing recently?"

"Well, just take a walk." Feng Xingling mumbled a few words, glanced at Fulu on the side, and said hesitantly: "Royal brother, I have something to tell you."

Feng Xingjun glanced at his face, followed his line of sight and glanced at Fulu beside him, and ordered in a deep voice: "You go outside and guard, don't let anyone disturb Xiaoling and me."

Fulu replied respectfully, "Yes", bowed and walked out, closing the door of the imperial study.

Feng Xingjun then put down the brush in his hand and looked at the young man in front of him with a leisurely look. A hint of smile appeared in his usually dignified eyes. He said, "Tell me, what do you want from me? Did you get into trouble outside?"

"No way! Although you are my brother, you can't accuse me unjustly!" Feng Xingling couldn't help but complain for himself. After a pause, he walked in front of him and asked softly, "Brother Huang, you haven't felt unwell recently, have you?"

"No." Feng Xingjun glanced at him and said defensively, "Are you going to say that I'm fat again?"

Feng Xingling shook his head. Being fat or not is secondary. The most important thing is to be mentally healthy.

Before coming to the Imperial Study, he went to the Imperial Hospital to consult with a senior physician about his brother's condition.

Of course, it still starts with a friend.

According to the old doctor, this kind of imaginary love for others is called love sickness. It is usually caused by unfulfilled desire for others, which leads to delusion, trance, intoxication and other symptoms.

In fact, this disease is quite common, and it often occurs in the spring when everything sprouts. It often occurs in lonely women in the boudoir, and no special treatment is required. Most patients will recover automatically after the end of spring.

"It's not a serious illness. Apart from not letting the patient get stimulated, there's no big problem. Lord Ling doesn't need to worry too much." The old doctor stroked his goatee and said in a deep voice.