Sick Prince Rescue Plan

Prime Minister You didn't understand where Lin Yanzhong's confidence came from? Obviously, I followed a hopeless prince, how can I be so confident?

Facing Lin Yanzhong's fading back, he sipped fiercely, "Bah! What!"

After Lin Yanzhong left the palace, he cast aside everyone's attention, changed to a more inconspicuous small carriage in the inconspicuous alley, and walked along the path to the back door of Lanyue Pavilion.

He didn't know when he put on the cloak, stood at the back door of Lanyue Pavilion, and just about to knock on the door, the door squeaked and opened by himself.

Inside the door, a girl in a beaded pink cotton skirt bowed and said, "My lord has been waiting for you for a long time, the same place."

Lin Yanzhong smiled and walked up to the second floor.

Standing in front of the door of Yajian, he exhaled and asked him where he had confidence and confidence to challenge the right. This was the answer.

He was never a prince’s person, nor did he think about assisting the prince, his master, and someone else.

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Three days ago, the north.

His Royal Highness, who made the emperor hate his teeth, was holding a bowl of **** soup and drinking vigorously.

The north wind whizzed, the heat on the **** soup was blown by the wind, and it disappeared in an instant, and the temperature dropped after a while.

Xiao Jinshao gritted his teeth while looking at the little bit of soup left, and a bite dried up.

The pungent and strange taste in the mouth, like a fire dragon, spreading from the throat to the stomach, it feels very comfortable.

After drinking, he handed the bowl to Yufu by the fire, rubbed his hands, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The light of the fire reflected on his pale face, and his already delicate facial features became more and more distinct at this moment, and it also brought a bit of winter coldness.

"How long can we get to the disaster area?"

"Quickly, three days' walk will be almost the same."

With the sound of "creak creak", Jun Yuwan stepped on the thick snow and walked out from the depths of the woods, holding a pile of uneven dry branches in her hands.

"His Royal Highness is uncomfortable?"

Jun Yuwan sat down next to Xiao Jinshao. The place was cleaned before and covered with a thick felt blanket. She smoked a few thicker branches and put them in the fire. The flames suddenly became a lot bigger.

Xiao Jinshao gathered the black cloak, "It's okay. Although it's cold, I'm much better now, and there's nothing serious about it."

"That's good."

Jun Yuwan stretched out her little red hand, which was a little bit of cold, close to the front and back of the fire, and Xiao Jinshao frowned when she saw her fingertips red, and reached out and held it in his arms.

Jun Yuwan: "???"

She widened her eyes, "His Royal Highness, you are..."

"It’s slow to roast. I just drank **** soup. I was sweating and my arms were warm. Look at your hands."

After all, he kneaded it twice.

Jun Yuwan was hot at the tips of his ears caused by this series of sorrows.

Yu Rong, who was sorting things on the side, heard it, and hurriedly brought a small delicate hand stove over, "Is the little prince cold? The hand stove is set up, hold it."

As he said, he handed the stove over.

Xiao Jinshao: "······"

Jun Yuwan took out her hand and took it, "Thank you Yurong, you can go back to the carriage after baking for a while, and be careful to catch the cold."

"Yes."

After speaking, she bowed and stepped back.

Jun Yuwan smiled and turned her head to see Xiao Jinshao's face darkened.

She was confused, "His Royal Highness, what's the matter with you?"

Didn’t you feel good just now? How did it turn from sunny to cloudy in a blink of an eye?

She looked down at the stove in her hand, and suddenly realized, "His Royal Highness also wants it? Then I'll give you this one, I'll get another one."

Xiao Jinshao looked at the hand furnace that was forced to come over with a speechless expression.