Your Highness always wants to attack me

Chapter 53 The Sick Crown Prince (9)

Ming Cen felt that Xie Huaiyu was very strange.

He obviously hated her touch before and couldn't help but avoid even the polite gesture of support.

Now he personally handed her a cup of tea with his slender and beautiful hand.

Those peach blossom eyes that seemed to be filled with starlight instantly eliminated all her sullenness.

Now there was only a blush left on her face, which spread all the way to her ears, becoming a very beautiful sight.

Xie Huaiyu put back his smile, and moved the teacup a little closer: "Don't you want it again?"

Ming Cen came back to his senses suddenly, reached out to take it, and his fingertips inevitably touched his.

Different from Ming Cen's cool body temperature, his hands are warm, an attribute opposite to his personality.

The heat that wasn't too hot gave her a scorching hotness like magma.

Xie Huaiyu took advantage of the opportunity and sat opposite Ming Cen, opened a box of rose cakes and put them on the table, gently pushed forward with his long bamboo hands, smiling.

"This box is for Your Highness."

Ming Cen's eyes were fixed, and he thought of his appearance just now, as if he hadn't eaten dim sum in 18 years, and couldn't help being embarrassed: "I don't like these dim sum very much, just, it's just that my father likes it, loves the house and the bird, the prime minister is still himself." Keep it."

"My mother also likes to eat, so I just bought some."

Xie Huaiyu took apart the oiled paper on the outside and put a white plate in front of Ming Cen: "Sending Miss is also a love house."

Ming Cen: ...What do you mean?
Xiaoyi: ...you are hopeless, woman.

and many more!

Ming Cen's expression froze suddenly, and he mechanically put the red rose cake he had just bitten back into the white plate timidly.

Swallowing, Ming Cen touched his wallet.

It couldn't be more deflated.

Tell the truth.

Ming Cen only recognizes two of the common people's words to describe her.

sick.

and poor.

Yes, she is a nominal prince who is really poor.

How poor is it?

So poor that Qiuyue, who knew nothing about medicine, started a long road to self-study and become a doctor because she had no money to take care of the contacts in Tai Hospital.

Oh, she coughs some blood from time to time, and the prince who occasionally gets dizzy is her only disease. Mouse. Human.

Originally, Ming Cen took over the position of the Pavilion Master of Qianqiu Pavilion who was staying in the hospital in order to get some money into the account.

But at the beginning, she really didn't expect that she would become poorer because of the Lord Laoshizi.

What does Qianqiu Pavilion do?
Know astronomy from the top and geography from the bottom, and there are all kinds of news from all walks of life.

Whether it's the performances of the ministers of the ruling and opposition parties, or the private words of the young men in the brothel, as long as you have money, you can get anything.

At the same time, if you do something bad and are targeted, then the killer of Qianqiu Pavilion... Bah, the guard is your best choice.

Mincen described it like this - a paradise for hackers and bodyguards.

Okay, maybe you have questions.

Qianqiu Pavilion can make money, why is she still so poor?

Ming Cen: "..."

May I ask if you have seen the clause that the staff dormitory is more luxurious than the boss's villa, and the staff's meals must be on the first floor of the world?
May I ask, have you ever seen that the order receiving is divided into nine employees and one boss, and in the end, [-]% of the salary has to be returned?
The above two are the reasons why Qianqiu Pavilion not only failed to earn some money for her, but even asked her to pay back the money, causing her to live poorer and poorer.

The poor have at least one egg, she was sent to the hospital and could only live on that little salary.

The only two things that can give Ming Cen some comfort are the free love and care provided by the hospital and the Qianqiu Pavilion experts who can be called upon at will.

Otherwise, she would be so poor that even her trousers would be pawned.

What should we do now?
Touch the small wallet with nothing else again.

Ming Cen: "..."

What should we do now?
After all... not everyone can afford dim sum on the first floor of the world.

What's more, she ordered a few boxes of other people's signs so as not to die.

She felt that after today, when people discuss the Dazhao Crown Prince, there will be one more thing: how can the majestic imperial daughter also eat tyrants, kings, and cakes? !
Then all the ministers were happy to find that they had something to flatter the queen again.

Xie Huaiyu saw Ming Cen putting down and picking up the piece of rose red cake with a corner missing, picking it up and putting it down again, with a tangled expression on his face.

The veins on his forehead were pulsing, his face was gloomy, and he almost gritted his teeth and said the words one by one: "There is no poison in this cake!"

Ming Cen is indeed a rare talent who can make Prime Minister Xie, who used to be calm about everything, angry like this.

But as soon as he said this, Ming Cen's face suddenly turned pale, he put a handkerchief against his mouth, and coughed harder and harder, the blood in his mouth kept flowing out as if he had found a direction.

Xie Huaiyu's heart sank suddenly, and his expression showed a rare panic: "What's wrong with you, Your Highness?!"

Just when Xie Huaiyu's hand was about to touch Ming Cen, a figure like a gust of wind suddenly ran over and rushed in front of him to support Ming Cen's shaky body.

"Your Highness! Are you eating this snack again?!"

Ming Cen finally breathed a sigh of relief, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Qiuyue with teary eyes.

"How did you come out?" she asked in surprise.

"If it wasn't for Xiao Xizi who ran back to call the servant girl, the servant girl wouldn't know that His Highness doesn't take her body seriously!"

Qiuyue's eye circles were extremely red, and the tears jumped out desperately.

"Why is Your Highness always like this? He knows that eating these snacks will stimulate his abdomen, but he can't control his mouth. The slaves are just halfway through the family to learn a little bit of superficiality, and they are not Hua Tuo. Who can heal their bodies like this? "

It's Hua Tuo again, does she have a grudge against him?
Ming Cen coughed again and said with a smile: "I just ate a little. It's okay. I don't feel any pain."

"How can it be possible? How much blood is on this veil?" Qiuyue said with a tearful voice.

Ming Cen: "..."

She is really painless.

Because... She had already used her power yesterday to make Xiao Yi block her pain.

Even if someone gave her a knife, Ming Cen would not feel the pain.

There is no way, this body has internal strength and skills, but no matter how powerful it is, it is nothing more than the poison that has been in her body for more than ten years.

All of Ming Cen's illnesses were caused by it, either a minor illness every three days or a major illness every five days.

She felt that if she was not coughed to death, she would die from pain.

Besides, the pain was like this all day long, even if she wanted to complete the task, she was powerless.

Just block the pain.

Thinking of the mission, Ming Cen subconsciously looked at the beads on Xie Huaiyu's wrist.

Thinking of the words I heard before, I felt inexplicably irritable.

That string of prayer beads...was given to him by someone else.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry."

After finishing speaking, Xie Huaiyu held Ming Cen through his sleeve and took advantage of the situation to feel his pulse.

Ming Cen flung him away like a conditioned reflex, and retracted his hand.

Xie Huaiyu's eyes were heavy, and he frowned and said: "I have a little bit of medical skills, Your Highness asked me to take a pulse, don't mess around."

"It's okay, these are old problems, don't bother the prime minister." Ming Cen said with a sneer, protecting his wrist without any trace, and refused to let him feel his pulse.

Xie Huaiyu's complexion sank inch by inch, and the room fell silent for a moment.

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