The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort

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Fan Qingyi entered the hall alone and found that the air pressure in the hall was still normal.

Qin Zhou sat in front of the Dragon case and read a book, with a gentle face and no abnormalities.

"Caomin has seen your majesty."

When Fan Qingyi came in, Qin Zhou stood up naturally and said, "Fan Qing does not need to be polite. Please come over today. I want to ask how Fan Qing is recovering. Can I go to the teacher?"

"Caomin has been healed, ready to stand by." Fan Qingyi slightly lowered his eyes. When he was the master of Prince Jin, he could naturally stay in the palace and naturally be alone with Prince Jin. Murong Jin's rights.

He didn't dare to take the initiative to ask the small dumplings on weekdays, and the province was so scared. Now there is such a good reason and excuse, he naturally has to grasp it.

"That's all right, I've prepared for the past, and Fan Qing will go with me." Qin Zhou's face hung with a faint smile.

Fan Qingyi nodded and respectfully politely said: "Your Majesty please."

After slowly walking behind Qin Zhou, Fan Qingyi found that today's Qin Zhou was polite.

Fan Qingyi, who suddenly came up with this idea, was a little surprised that he had such a discovery. After all, he and Qin Zhou did not seem to be close to each other before ...

Except when you first met, kill the enemy together? have a meal together? Have afternoon tea together? And that time he fainted Qin Zhou to help him cool down ...

Thinking, Fan Qingyi's face quietly floated two groups of faint blushes, and was replaced by a lonely and helpless look.

It's been so many days since he came to this world, but he didn't even have any news about Zi An, but instead had so much trouble with this emperor.

"Fan Qing?"

I wanted to ask Qin Zhou, who was all bored in the summer resort of Fan Qingyi. Seeing that he did not reply, he suddenly stopped and turned to see what was happening to him. Unexpectedly, Fan Qingyi didn't even notice that she stopped, and the two just happened to collide.

The two martial arts practitioners reacted for the first time and both took a step back and bowed their heads in unison.

The crowds of people who followed behind were staring at the two with stunned faces and opened their mouths, forgot to respond.

The heart hit by Qin Zhou was slightly hot, Fan Qingyi first responded, Shi Li apologized: "Your Majesty, Caomin ..."

"It's okay, let's go quickly, the tiger's head can't wait." Qin Zhou turned hurriedly, even forgetting my claim, and hurried to Murong Jin's place. It wasn't until I walked a long distance that I loosed my fist that was slightly sweating.

Fan Qingyi was not good to say anything, followed her, keeping a distance of two meters.

Usually because of Qin Zhou's identity and momentum, he completely ignored Qin Zhou's height. Unexpectedly, he came to his heart, um, actually very petite.

Behind the crowds of people, tightening their little heart pounding, closing their mouths that can't wait to share this amazing secret with their friends, carefully following these two people.

In addition to this, the only thought left in their minds is: Ingenuity of the ingot father, this brave fan, right, the master of this little prince, it ’s really not easy!

The ingot father-in-law who was mentioned in the hearts of everyone is staring at the palace people who are arranging the princes' apprentice supplies in order to be perfect.

"Grandpa Yuanbao, the little prince has finished bathing and has changed his clothes." Gong Ren pleasing stepped forward to report.

Grandpa Yuanbao nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand down, and turned to stare at the other palace.

Although it was asked by Qin Zhou to accept the teacher's apprenticeship from Jane, it was a prince's teacher's apprenticeship anyway. Ingot narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking secretly, and felt more and more that Qin Zhou was not looking for a master for the little prince, but giving Fan Qingyi his identity.