The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Sun Yongliang's face changed, "Come here, throw this little brat away from me. He's infected with the plague and dares to rush forward to attack the noble man. He's really impatient to live!"

The little boy's face turned pale.

Probably because he knew he was in trouble, he only had red eyes and didn't resist.

Pan Shu smiled lightly.

Her slightly drooping phoenix eyes were dyed with a hint of charm, and she glanced at Sun Yongliang lightly, "Master Sun, why should you embarrass a child?"

"Yongzhou City has set aside half of the territory for refugees infected with the plague, and the other half for refugees who have not been infected with the plague." Pan Shu paused, "People infected with the plague are separated into separate rooms, and three meals a day are sent out on time. go."

Sun Yongliang raised his eyebrows in embarrassment, "Your Highness is kind-hearted, but for those victims who have been infected by the plague, I'd like to put it bluntly, there is no need to stay."

The corners of Ban Shu's mouth curved slightly.

The smile didn't reach his eyes.

"So Mr. Sun will burn Yongzhou to the ground?"

The shadow-like secret guards behind Ban Shu instantly surrounded Sun Yonggui and his party.

"Lord Sun, it's really... once and for all."

The young boy had already been led away by Lan Yu.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhan and Shen Zui had no mood swings and just stood quietly behind Pan Shu.

Like two walls.

In the end, Sun Yonggui was taken away for interrogation in despair.

Shen Zui lowered his eyes and looked at the girl's brows, which were slightly furrowed due to irritability.

"What is your Highness thinking?"

"I'm afraid someone deliberately confused me about the Yongzhou plague."

Pan Shu fiddled with the bell slowly.

She looked up.

He said firmly, "Beijing is not peaceful even if you think about it."

Shen Zui was speechless for a moment.

into the night.

When he noticed someone approaching from behind, he fell into a cool embrace in the next second.

Pan Shu looked sideways and saw Jiang Zhan, and her tense body relaxed.

Jiang Zhan put his arms around the girl's slender waist.

The cold fragrance of her body lingered on the tip of his nose.

Jiang Zhan had just finished taking a shower, and his body was still wet with moisture. The round and cool water droplets rolled down the young man's delicate chin and directly into Ban Shu's skirt.

The cold made her shiver.

The young man chuckled.

Her thin lips pressed against the girl's slender neck.

"Your Highness is unhappy."

Pan Shu turned to look at him, "How do you know?"

Jiang Zhan had a soft smile on his face, "If Ziqian says that Ziqian has a way to cure the plague, will His Highness be happier?"

Originally Jiang Zhan had no intention of saving these people.

Nothing to do with him.

Even though the little boy held his legs tightly and begged him during the day, there was no waver in his heart.

Even thought about——

what.

He pretended too well.

So much so that even such a little carrot thought he was soft and approachable.

But he was unhappy to see His Highness.

Jiang Zhan wasn't sure whether His Highness was sad for the tens of thousands of victims who died, or something else.

he thought inappropriately.

Shen Zui should be killed here.

In chaos anyway.

No one will find out.

The young man's clear eyes like glass glide lightly over Pan Shu.

His eyes were filled with sweet affection.

Forget it.

The most important thing is to coax his Highness.

Pan Shu glanced at him in surprise. Under the moonlight, the young man's exquisite facial features on his cold white skin were almost dazzling.

The cool moonlight shone on the high bridge of his nose.

And through his bright and youthful eyebrows.

Pan Shu thought of the word divinity inexplicably.

She gently stroked a little cinnabar on Jiang Zhan's eyebrows, "Is Ziqian so powerful?"

Like coaxing a child.

There was a hint of smile in the clear voice, like the most natural love medicine in the world.

Jiang Zhan's cheeks burned.

He gave a low "hmm".

The moon shines thousands of miles away, and the night is warm.

Ban Shu walked out of the inn and saw a crowd at the door. She pushed aside the crowd and saw Shen Zui giving food and porridge.

"Master Shen is such a kind man!"

"Yes, yes! I heard he is a kind man from the capital!"

"Master Shen said it was His Highness the Seventh Prince's order. His Highness the Seventh is really a good man!"

The good person Pan Shu: "..."

"Here you come! Your Highness is here! Give way!"

I don’t know who shouted in the crowd.

The victims, who had been huddled together waiting for porridge, immediately made way.

Pan Shu walked to Shen Zuan.

Shen Zui looked at her with a smile.

"I don't have as good a medical skill as Mr. Jiang Bian, so I can only do these small things."

Pan Shu bent her eyes with a smile, "I'm so jealous."

Shen Zuo also laughed.

Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"Yeah, I'm so jealous." The voice was deep and cold, like the clear dew among the pines and the white snow on the edge of the cliff.

Pan Shu glanced around and frowned, "Where's Jiang Zhan? Why didn't you see him?"

Shen Zhuan raised his eyelids, glanced behind Ban Shu casually, and raised his chin, "Cao Cao is about to arrive. Well, isn't he here?"

The young man's face turned pale.

Pan Shu noticed his slightly trembling fingertips almost at a glance.

Jiang Zhan pinched his fingertips.

The sticky liquid flowed down the arm and soaked the hand in the sleeve.

It was absorbed by the handkerchief again.

The faint smell of blood spread on the tip of his nose.

Jiang Zhan frowned in disgust.

Sensing Pan Shu's vaguely worried look, Jiang Zhan raised the corners of his lips.

"Your Highness, do you miss me?" The young man smiled and took Pan Shu's arm, shaking it coquettishly.

But it was probably not wiped clean.

The blood stains on Ban Shu's sleeves were particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

Pan Shu lowered her eyes and looked at the blood-stained blood stains.

Jiang Zhan blinked as if nothing had happened, "I accidentally hurt my finger when I was making the medicine, so it bled a little. It's okay."

"Will you bleed so much if you hurt your finger?"

Jiang Zhan smiled and gently touched the girl's soft and fluffy black hair with his other clean hand.

Very different from his usual well-behaved self.

At this moment, the young man's eyebrows were calm and steady, and just standing there quietly made people feel at ease.

"It's okay, Your Highness, it's just a little blood."

Jiang Zhan accompanied Pan Shu to distribute food.

Soon the rice porridge bottomed out.

The victims held the food in their hands and thanked them profusely.

Pan Shu suddenly thought of Xie Chen.

The memory of being in exile with him is so clear that it has not become pale and blurred with the passage of time.

The same goes for Xie Chen and her.

He has a big appetite.

But he always ate politely in front of her, and after only three or two bites, he said he was full.

When he arrived at the base, he was still reluctant to eat, so he hid all the food, and only secretly took it out for her to eat when she arrived.

Pan Shu said she had eaten.

Xie Chen carefully ate by himself.

He was probably really hungry.

He forgot to pretend.

Only then did Pan Shu realize that he was actually very good at eating.

A boy who is still growing.

How could you have a small appetite?

Pan Shu blinked and said warmly, "You're welcome, live well."

Jiang Zhan's eyes became gentler little by little.

He returned to the inn, and there were traces of blood on the ground that had not yet dried.

A jade Buddha is enshrined in a high position in the room.

Compassionate eyes stared at the young man quietly.

Jiang Zhan knelt devoutly in front of the Jade Buddha, holding the incense, "Ziqian has nothing else to ask for in his life. He only wants His Highness to be well, but Zi Qian is greedy in the end and wants to stay with His Highness for a long time. Please bless the Buddha."

He is good at poison.

The method used is naturally extremely destructive.

But he didn't want His Highness to be sad.

Therefore, even if he hurts himself thousands of times, he still wants his Highness to get his wish.