Rebirth: The sickly prince ran away after flirting with him

Quan Jin couldn't see this scene the most, so he immediately waved his hand, "Go down, prepare your luggage, and come out of the palace with me in a few days."

Seeing Cichun's face full of confusion, he explained: "Go to the miracle doctor Mo Liang. He is the only one in the world who can cure the poison in me."

"But didn't the emperor say that he would be invited to the palace?"

Quan Jin sighed, "If it was so simple, how could we have searched for him for three years without success?"

Three years ago, his father sent one-third of his secret guards and half of his elite soldiers to secretly search for traces of the miracle doctor Mo Liang. It took three years to find any information about him.

If he said that such a person could be "invited" into the palace, Quan Jin would not believe it.

Therefore, he can only take the initiative to find it.

Cichun said worriedly: "Where is the emperor?"

"I will tell myself."

As long as it was something Quan Jin wanted or something he wanted to do, Quan Yutian never had a problem with it.

There will only be bottomless indulgence.

So, three days later, Quan Jin and Cichun secretly left the palace, sat on a carriage, and walked along the secret passage of the palace.

The destination is Lingyun Temple where Cangxi is currently located.

And in the dark, he was protected by one-third of the secret guards sent by the emperor.

After leaving the imperial city, Cichun was still in a daze.

"Your Majesty, Young Master, are we... leaving the capital?"

Quan Jin held a fan, with a rare smile on his pale face, and tapped Cichun on the head, "Not bad."

Speaking of which, this is also the first time in his life that he has left the palace.

There were no obstacles along the way. After all, one-third of the royal guards were not vegetarians, and some of them had already cleared the way forward.

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Lingyun Temple.

The middle-aged monk, who was slightly chubby, was now persuading a boy-looking bald monk with earnest words.

"Donor, please come back. The abbot said that you can only stay here for three days, not for a long time."

"As long as there is Buddha in your heart, then Buddha will be everywhere. Why does the donor have to join me at Lingyun Temple?"

The young monk looked aggrieved, "Didn't you say, 'All monks in the world are one family'?"

"Since we are one family, what's wrong with the young monk living here?"

The middle-aged monk didn't expect him to ask such a question, so he tried hard to express his words, "You are right, but..."

But you can’t drink alcohol or eat meat in the temple! And he also instigated other monks to eat together!

During the three days this man was in the temple, the temple could smell the aroma of wine and meat every day, and there were not ten but eight monks who had returned to secular life.

If he continues to stay, Lingyun Temple will be in danger!

"That's all."

The young man returned to the house and took out his Zen staff and said, "Amitabha, in this case, it is the young monk who is causing trouble."

As soon as he walked out of Lingyun Temple, the middle-aged monk quickly closed the door.

"My Buddha is so merciful that the world is so big that there is no place for a little monk."

A sigh dissipated in the wind.

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At night, Quan Jin and Cichun stayed in a restaurant, Tianxiang Pavilion.

There were still two days to go before Lingyun Temple. Quan Jin, who rarely went out, was full of curiosity about everything around him.

But due to his nature, he did not show any surprise. Instead, he became increasingly cold and incompatible with the noisy environment.

Quan Jin's appearance is naturally extremely beautiful, with delicate facial features, indistinguishable between male and female. He is stunning at first glance, but chilling at second glance, because of the coldness in his affectionate peach blossom eyes.

And this third glance was attracted by his sickly and frail temperament, ignoring his freezing coldness, and feeling a bit of pity for him.

This is true for women, and even more so for men.

No one would have trouble with that sickly iceberg beauty.

If there is, it is also caused by seeing and color.

Before the waiter could lead Quan and Jin to Room 1, a dandy came forward to stir up trouble.

Wearing luxurious clothes, her words and deeds are frivolous, "Little beauty, the spring and evening are short, why don't you and I drink wine and talk freely about the true meaning of life?"

Seeing that Quan Jin's expression remained unchanged, the disciple became even more arrogant and stretched out his fan, trying to lift Quan Jin's chin, "Or..."

Before he could say the next sentence, Quan Jin sent a palm, sending the man flying a few meters away. Then his eyes scanned the surroundings again, causing the onlookers to lower their heads and stop looking, feeling even more horrified in their hearts.

This beauty flower is actually extremely poisonous?

It wasn't until Quan Jin disappeared on the stairs of the second floor that everyone began to whisper and discuss the identity of the beauty.

The man who was knocked to the ground patted the ashes on his body, said "poof" and said "bitch, what a bad luck", then took a bottle of wine and left in a swaggering manner, not paying attention to the eyes of the people around him. .

But the sword-wielding knight who ignored all this from beginning to end and was drinking tea and eating peanuts alone in the corner quietly got up and followed the man.

"Isn't that Sword King Duan Ke? He's following that person... Hahahaha, I know, that person is going to be unlucky!"

"That's right, I heard that the King of Swordsmen hates disciples the most, and kills every one he sees."

"I've long been unhappy with that guy. He did whatever he wanted on the strength of his family background and harmed so many good women. If it weren't for that beauty, ahem, the young master had the ability, I'm afraid he would have been bullied."

"Yeah yeah……"

On the street, a flash of sword light flashed, the luxurious clothes were stained with blood, and the wine jar in his hand was broken.

"What I hate most is people drinking in front of me, especially a dirty person like you."

Duan Kexing kicked the still warm corpse away in disgust, and there was a "click" sound, which probably caused a few broken ribs.

I originally wanted to make a few more cuts, but I found a few strong auras around me, so I gave up my thoughts and left with my sword in hand.

Recalling the startling glance in his peripheral vision, Duan Kexing began to think.

It would be a pity not to protect such a little beauty.

He has no other hobbies, not drinking, whoring or gambling, just beauty.

Of course, he doesn't pick flowers either. Instead, he cares for them. He is full of affection for all the delicate things in the world, so he hates those who hurt the delicate things the most.

Although the beauty's strength cannot be called delicate, she is still weak and needs protection.

So, he returned to Tianxiang Pavilion.

Under the attention of everyone, he asked for a room next door to Quan Jin.

His knife edge was still bleeding. The waiter was still young and felt dizzy when he looked at the red liquid. He could only raise his head and look up slantingly.

Duan Kexing asked kindly: "Shopkeeper, does your waiter have an eye problem?"

Store clerk:  …

What happened downstairs had no impact on Quan Jin, who was currently working on his energy.

Before his internal energy could circulate for a whole day, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Ci Chun looked worried and distressed, "I won't practice any more. Your Highness, I will protect you. When the miracle doctor cures you, you can continue, okay?"

The coldness in Quan Jin's eyes has long since faded, and now they are filled with mist. The ends of his eyes are reddish, and the corners of his lips are red.

The palm just now used 50% of his internal strength, and now no matter how he adjusts his breath, he can't suppress the roiling energy and blood.

A mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, "Pfft!"

The hatred in his heart is even worse. If he really recovers one day, he will definitely kill the person who poisoned him to vent his hatred.

It's a pity that in the past life, that person hid it very deeply, and he never really cared about himself, let alone found the truth about his poisoning.

Today, he is deeply poisoned and his internal strength is declining. He is getting worse day by day.

If he continues like this, I'm afraid he will become a useless person sooner or later.

What a useless person...

Wouldn't it be just as that person wanted?

A wave of unwillingness to admit defeat supported Quan Jin and forced his internal energy to circulate again.

In the end, Quan Jin felt severe pain all over his body, groaned, his vision went dark and he fainted.