The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 27 Still feel that I have no talent and skills are not as good as others?
Feng Qingcheng knew that the original owner had a very good relationship with the young lady Feng Qingyi, but she had no relationship with Feng Qingyin, the twin sister.

But probably because she was betrayed by her twin sister in her previous life, and now she is reborn, she really wants to mend her relationship with Feng Qingyin.

"No, I just feel that the second sister lives in seclusion on weekdays, and she can't even see her family. She should feel lonely. Besides, she is as old as me, and she can't lock herself in the house for the rest of her life. She has to find a good man to follow. She lives."

"Father, mother, I don't intend to marry in my life. I want to become the most powerful and powerful witch doctor in Yuncang Kingdom like my aunt."

At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded from outside the door, and all three of them were taken aback, all looking sideways at the source of the sound.

I saw Feng Qingyin walking in slowly under their gaze.

She was wearing a gray robe, and her whole body was tightly wrapped, with only half of her face exposed.

Even though she and Feng Qingcheng have the same facial features, they give people a completely different feeling. Even because of her arrival, the temperature on the entire dining table seems to have dropped several degrees invisibly.

Feng Qingyin walked very slowly, with a very straight posture. If you look carefully, you will find a defect in her right leg, which makes her walk a little bumpy.

Her appearance surprised all three present.

Seeing her sitting down opposite to him, Feng Yuan pondered for a moment, and said seriously, "Qingyin, you are not in good health, so don't force yourself."

"Father," Feng Qingyin raised her head to meet his gaze, with a deep smile in her glazed eyes, "Are you really concerned about my physical condition, or do you think I have no talent and my skills are inferior to others? ?”

Although she didn't name the last word 'person', everyone knew that she was referring to Feng Qingcheng.

Feng Yuan looked straight at her, with a sense of scrutiny in his eyes, as if he had never known this daughter before, "Qingyin, as a father, I am naturally worried that your body will not be able to bear it."

"Father, I have been recuperating my body for these years, and now there is no serious problem." Feng Qingyin swept over Feng Qingcheng who was sitting next to her, and stretched out her right hand, "If you don't believe me, you can ask my sister to feel my pulse. She is married now, and as a daughter of the Feng family, I have the responsibility to pass on the witchcraft."

The art of witchcraft can not only kill people thousands of miles away, but also heal diseases and save people. Feng Ji was a respected witch doctor back then.

In the past few years, Feng Qingyin has been prescribing prescriptions for her servants to go to the pharmacy to grab medicines and come back. Feng Yuan didn't take it seriously at first, but now it seems that she was treating herself when the conjoined twins were forcibly separated back then. The illness left on her body?
At that time, he made the decision to separate the two sisters, so he felt more or less guilty towards this daughter. Seeing her say that, he raised his chin towards Feng Qingcheng and said lightly, "Qingcheng, for you two Sister took the pulse."

It is true that the daughters of the Feng family know witchcraft, but now this Feng Qingcheng is real except for the body, and the soul is no longer the original soul. Although she has inherited the memory of the original owner, how can witchcraft be mastered in a day or two?

Wouldn't she be okay with things like feeling the pulse?
However, now that the three pairs of eyes are staring at her, Feng Qingcheng can only pretend to stretch out three fingers and press on the artery of Feng Qingyin's wrist according to the little common sense she knows.

Her pulse beats powerfully and rhythmically, so there should be nothing wrong with it, right?
After deliberately pausing for a short moment, she retracted her fingers, imitating the tone of the old Chinese doctor, and said bravely, "Father, my sister's body is indeed fine."

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