I've smashed the villain again

Chapter 339 The little prince wants to hold high 12

Feeling dizzy, my head is about to swell, and I feel bone-chilling cold, but it feels like I'm in a stove.

This feeling is quite familiar to Feng Rang.

He has been in poor health since he was a child, his father died young, and his mother didn't even bother to look at him. He was not favored since he was a child, and was neglected when he grew up.

The people in the palace are also very winking, and most of the quotas in his palace have always been deducted.

It is not warm in winter, the body is weak, and it is a little cold, and it is common for people to take medicine when they are sick.

He is somewhat used to it.

Just as he was letting the swelling and pain continue to spread, suddenly a coolness came over him, with a faint and somewhat familiar fragrance.

This feeling made him couldn't help but move up, unwilling to let the comforting coolness leave.

Then the coolness dissipated after all, his body seemed to be lifted up, and he struggled to open his eyes in the mist.

I saw a person sitting by his bed, with extremely good-looking eyebrows, slightly pursed lips, leaning casually on one side, seeing him wake up, a pair of eyes looked at him for a few seconds, and blinked.

A face is a little fleshy, so rigid, sharp and handsome is indispensable, but also has a weird cuteness.

It's... Tang Zhou.

Although it was the first time we met yesterday, he still remembered the face of the savior clearly, but why did Tang Zhou appear here?

"The temperature has dropped a bit. Your Highness needs to take medicine on time and keep warm. There is no one in Qiuquan Palace, so the cold air is getting worse. You need to add more braziers. Don't see the wind these days."

Then came the voice of the imperial physician.

Feng Rang turned his gaze back, frowning slightly.

"Find someone to do it."

Tang Zhou nodded when he heard the words, and without waiting for others to speak, he directly spoke to the palace servants who followed behind him.

The palace servants served in front of the empress, and they were brought in by Feng Sheng from the outside, and because Feng Sheng valued Tang Zhou so much, they were ordered to wait by Tang Zhou's side after Tang Zhou entered the palace.

At this moment, the Prime Minister was greeting an unfavored little prince, and then looked at the Seventh Prince who was still hard to hide his charm even when he fell ill in bed, that person had thought in his heart and responded cautiously.

It seems that there will be some changes in the future palace.

I hope that there will be no unsightly offenses to this person, otherwise the prime minister has never been easy to get along with.

The man smiled and stepped back.

Feng Rang remained silent, watching the imperial doctor prescribe the prescription, and outsiders brought in the brazier.

Because it is still autumn, the temperature is not very low, and it is just that Qiuquan Palace is close to a small pool in the palace, so the temperature is even cooler.

As soon as these braziers were lit, it didn't take long for the room to warm up.

The imperial doctor had already retired, and Li Yu went to the imperial dining room to get food. Because there were some taboos, and Li Yu's temper was really too erratic, so the palace servant who followed Tang Zhou wanted to grind it out. A grind.

It was fine to talk a little bit with His Highness the Seventh Prince before, but it would be a different matter in front of the Prime Minister.

So only Tang Zhou and the little prince lying on the bed with his eyes closed and dizzy were left in the room.

The palace man who delivered the medicine entered the door carefully, and seeing Tang Zhou's sword lying beside her, coupled with her unique sense of sharpness, made people dare not look at it too much.

So the few palace servants tremblingly put down the soup in their hands, saluted, and went out directly.

(End of this chapter)