Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

"The prince's medicinal bath is different from ordinary medicinal baths. It also requires acupuncture. Various medicinal materials are added in sequence according to the temperature of the water. Do you know how to do it?"

Qingzhou shook his head suddenly: "No!"

"Thank you Miss Yang San, Your Majesty will trouble you!" Before she finished speaking, Qingzhou had already run out of the room and even closed the door considerately.

Qingzhou stood outside the door, looking at the heavy snow outside, and couldn't help but feel quite emotional.

For Miss Yang San, the prince knew that it was impossible to use his inner strength, but he still did it. Miss Yang San, for the prince, did not hesitate to abandon her reputation and fame. An unmarried woman personally took a medicinal bath for the man.

Qingzhou seemed to have grasped the key point, but his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden voice.

"Qingzhou, that girl ran over there, don't stand there, she's in the way, get out of the way!"

The Sixth Prince Jun Zeyuan held up the wine jug and drank the fragrant wine gulp after gulp, while beside him lay the bodies of several men in black.

Qingzhou nodded seriously and hurriedly chased in the direction Wangyou left.

Jun Zeyuan glanced at the black-clothed men hiding everywhere, and took another sip of wine. As the aroma of the wine entered his stomach, he smiled and said, "The old woman, the Queen Mother, must be driven crazy by my second brother. She even bribed the people in the underworld. They come in waves, like flies. It's really annoying."

The secret guards of the Ming Palace couldn't help but want to shout to Jun Zeyuan: Sixth Prince, let us come, let us come!

They are almost going mouldy from idleness!

They can't beat the strong ones, but they can practice with the weak ones.

The Sixth Prince loved to fight. The Queen Mother sent waves of troops, strong or weak, and he dealt with them all by himself.

The Sixth Prince said that without his order, none of their secret guards could come out.

So much so that their secret guards were panicking.

"Humph, a prince of a small country is so arrogant. I wonder if we can't take you down today."

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen people flew up, holding extremely sharp five-clawed hooks in their hands. One end of the hook was connected to a thick iron chain, and the iron chains attacked Jun Zeyuan with strong internal force.

Jun Zeyuan sneered and raised his hand slightly. Countless white threads avoided the five-claw hook like snakes and spread to the iron chain...

Wangyou sat on the corridor in the backyard of the Ming Palace with a flushed face. The cold wind blew, but it couldn't blow away the heat on her face. She felt very uncomfortable.

She squatted down, grabbed a handful of snow and put it on both sides of her cheeks. In an instant, she felt cool and comfortable.

Suddenly, a big hand grabbed her arm and pulled her up: "What are you doing? Snow is cold, how can you put it on your face?"

Wangyou was inexplicably dragged up. Looking at Qingzhou's serious face, she suddenly shook off the hand that was holding her arm: "Why are you here? Where is my young lady?"

Qingzhou looked at his empty palm and hesitantly said, "Well, Miss Yang San said, said, said, she wanted to personally give the prince a medicinal bath."

As soon as Qingzhou finished speaking, a ball of white snow hit him in the face with a "snap".

The person in front of him had a red face and was glaring at him angrily, holding a big snowball in his hand.

With a "bang", the big snowball hit Qingzhou's face again: "You actually let my daughter bathe your prince, shameless!"

Qingzhou: "..."

"bang"

Another big snowball flew towards his face, accompanied by an angry cry: "Despicable!"

Qingzhou: "..."