I crossed over to the all-timer

When Su Yanhui woke up the next day, the pain on her back seemed to have dissipated a lot, and she reached out her hand to touch her back in confusion, and found that the pain was really not that bad.

This miracle doctor disciple has such a good effect with just a random shot?

Su Yan sat up and recovered a lot of strength because of the less pain. This was the first time Su Yanhui felt so relaxed since he was whipped.

The door was pushed open, and Zhui Feng stood at the door: "Is it not hurting anymore?"

"Well, brother Xiao gave me a new medicine yesterday, and the medicine is very effective." Su Yan raised her eyes, and saw Zhufeng's calm face. Last night he stood under the moonlight to reap his life. The indifferent face is still there. It can be clearly presented in front of him, but at this time, bathed in the morning light, all the bloody smell has been washed away.

"Want to sit for a while?" Zhuifeng's voice was as calm as ever, without any embarrassment, as if he had forgotten that he killed people easily in front of him last night.

The sword of Zhufeng was still in his hand, and the bright red agate reflected the sunlight. Zhufeng took off the coat hanging on the side and put it on Su Yanhui with one hand. hand.

When Broken Mountain and River comes out of its sheath, there will be blood, and everything ended so quickly last night that he didn't even see the whole picture of Broken Mountain and River clearly.

Su Yanhui just wanted to say something, but saw that Zhuifeng unnaturally moved the hand holding the sword away from Su Yanhui a little, and put his back behind him. When he looked up, Zhufeng had already turned his face away, no longer To see him.

"Brother Zhufeng." Su Yan called back to stop Zhufeng who was trying to leave, "Last night, I really thank you brother Zhufeng. It is really disrespectful for these assassins to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to play wild at the Prime Minister's Mansion last night." Put it in your eyes, this assassin doesn't even have the ability to make a move under Brother Zhufeng, where does he have the face to carry out the assassination? He deserves his life, just bully an incompetent little shrimp like me, hmph, I really hope In his next life, he will understand what self-knowledge is!"

Chasing the wind's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and raised his eyes to meet Su Yanhui's.

Su Yanhui raised her chin, with an air of arrogance proud of him: "Sure enough, Big Brother Zhufeng is reassuring in the prime minister's mansion, and my father's vision is really good, and he even troubled Big Brother Zhufeng to protect me , I’m too talented and useless, and my elder brother still put on my clothes, which really makes me panic, so I might as well go find a servant, I can’t keep letting my elder brother do such useless things.”

Seeing Su Yanhui wanting to get down from the bed, Zhuifeng took two steps forward and pushed Su Yanhui back: "It's cool in the morning, I'll take you out to bask in the sun at noon."

"No, it's too cheeky to accept elder brother's care so calmly after seeing that elder brother is so powerful, I'll send someone to report to my father, and some servants will come over here!" Su Yanhui consciously grasped the wind and sword His fingertips grazed the hilt of the broken mountain and river, without any look of fear at all.

"It's okay." Zhuifeng lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealed the emotion in his eyes, "I'm on vacation."

"Sure enough, brother Zhufeng came to me for vacation." Su Yan smiled back stupidly, Zhufeng couldn't help being infected, a little smile evoked, and softened his cold face .

As the third son, Su Yanhui has never been reused by the prime minister, and he has seen few murders. The relationship between himself and Zhufeng is not good, but it is not bad. But Su Yanhui didn't forget that the other party came to kill her.

Compared with the life of the unfamiliar assassin, the favor of Zhu Feng is more important.

The crown prince passed on the imperial doctor, who was still trusted by the crown prince, probably because he was afraid that the prime minister would conceal it, the imperial doctor nodded after seeing Su Yanhui, and asked someone to prescribe some self-cultivation prescriptions.

"Is the imperial physician going to go back and sue the prince later?"

"Yes, what advice does the third son have?"

"I hope that the Imperial Physician can help me bring a few things to His Highness the Crown Prince." Su Yan called Zhu Fenglai back, and carried him to the desk.

Su Yanhui spread a few pieces of paper on the table and fixed them, and used a brush to spread his ugly handwriting all over every corner of the paper. The imperial doctor at the side shook his head and sighed when he saw Su Yanhui's words.

Then Su Yanhui folded each piece of paper into the shape of a paper crane: "Please bring these to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

I'm afraid the prince is busy with political affairs every day during this time, and his spirit is tense every day. Su Yanhui can see the prince's expressionless and restrained face when he closes his eyes. He uses the method of tearing apart paper cranes and small puzzles, at least hoping to help the prince relax. Feeling.

The imperial doctor seemed to understand Su Yanhui's meaning, and with a faint smile, he gathered the paper crane into his long sleeves: "Third Young Master, please worry."

"His Royal Highness is in a difficult situation. The Imperial Physician is for the Crown Prince's confidant and also works for His Royal Highness. Although my feelings for the Crown Prince are not as good as the Imperial Physician, I am willing to do my best to assist His Royal Highness and the Imperial Physician." people."

There was nothing written on it, but it was probably a few words of flattery to the prince, and then said that he was fine, don't worry, and that he should combine work and rest so as not to break his body.

Although Su Yanhui knew that she had little influence on the prince, she did not hope that the prince would be affected by this.

He can allow the prince to lose at the hands of the fifth prince, without shame. After all, as the established emperor in the book, the fifth prince's destiny cannot be violated, but this was not done by the fifth prince. I stumbled over my feet.

In the last sentence, Su Yanhui wrote very clearly: Although the subject is dull, he will never become a burden to His Highness the Crown Prince. The subject will definitely take care of himself, so please don't worry about it.

That night Su Yan received the crown prince's gift in return, it was not a great reward, but a picture scroll, and Zhufeng opened it in front of his face, and when the picture scroll was unfolded, Su Yanhui's eyes widened.

On the scroll are mountains and rivers in ink and wash, and the two of them stood side by side under the tree, looking at the rivers and mountains for thousands of miles. Su Yanhui couldn't help but cover his mouth. There were no inscriptions or seals for these words, but he knew clearly that the prince himself made them. The two standing side by side are self-evident.

Su Yanhui carefully hid the rebellious painting and the little treasure box by the bedside, so it would be uncomfortable to sleep at night.

The next day Xiao Suyuan came to change Su Yan's dressing and made a very unexpected request.

"See me? Why do you want to see me?" Su Yanhui pointed at herself with a confused face, Xiao Suyuan actually said that the disciple of the genius doctor wanted to come and see him, "Is there anything I want to see?"

"What's the reason, you'll know when you see it."

"But I'm still ill, so I can't see him?" Su Yan stared back.

"Mr. Bai is already waiting in the main hall, waiting for the Third Young Master to summon him."

"???" The hero's eldest wife came to find fault in person?