Sick Prince Rescue Plan

"It turned out to be so, did you ask what kind of disease He Shilang had? What's going on now?"

Xiao Jintang's expression remained unchanged. He sat on the side and smiled slightly after hearing the words: "Not yet."

Xiao Jinshun shook his head directly.

The imperial concubine stretched out her slender finger and tapped them a few times. "You guys, the teacher is sick. As a student, you should ask. Even if you are a prince, you should respect your teacher. Can't fall, understand?"

At the end, her tone couldn't help being a little harsh.

But this harshness was directed at Xiao Jintang, and when she turned her head to look at Xiao Jinshun, she returned to her gentle and lazy appearance.

"Shun'er, let your second brother take you with you in a while. There is still a century-old ginseng in my private storehouse. You can take some valuable medicinal materials for replenishing the body and send it to Shi Lang."

Xiao Jinshun had nothing to do with it, and smiled shyly at the imperial concubine, "Thank you, Niang Niang."

The imperial concubine covered her lips and smiled: "Go."

Xiao Jintang stood up to leave, followed by Xiao Jinshun, and gave the imperial concubine vaguely before leaving.

If the imperial concubine felt it, she turned her head slightly and raised her chin at him.

Xiao Jinshun's face instantly flushed, and hurriedly followed Xiao Jintang, and trot out rather embarrassed.

It wasn't until their shadows disappeared that the imperial concubine slowly put away her smiling face, and muttered thoughtfully: "The three princes...ha."

Xiao Jintang took Xiao Jinshun, and the two of them carried large and small bags of medicinal materials, and they took no one. They brought one entourage, and went straight to He Shilang's house.

The two of them went on a walk and didn't take the sedan chair. Maybe it was to show their sincerity.

On the third floor of the Lanyue Pavilion, behind an exquisite carved window, a man with a black brocade robe and an upright figure stood with his hands holding his hands, his eyes faintly falling on the two of them.

For a moment, light footsteps came from behind him.

"grown ups."

A soft and gentle voice sounded, and the man slowly turned around.

From this person's manners, we know that this person is extraordinary, but it is a pity that such a mysterious person wears a hideous bronze mask on his face.

Gu Qing wore a pomegranate tulle skirt and mopped the floor. A faint touch of whiteness could be seen while walking, and her small, round toes looked very attractive.

The room was covered with thick blankets. Gu Qing thought that his steps had been lightened, but he didn't expect that the man would find himself in the first place.

She smiled, and walked to the table on her own, and poured a cup of tea for the man, "My lord’s favorite Longjing, don’t you have a cup?"

The man's voice was straight and indifferent, but his pearly voice couldn't be covered up, and it made people fascinated by listening.

"How is the capital recently?"

Gu Qing lowered her head slightly, and her unbridled black divergence spread out, covering her expression.

She picked up the tea cup and walked to the man, "It's so wonderful, where do you want to hear it from?"

The man's emotionless eyes slowly fell on Gu Qing's face through the mask.

Gu Qing's heart jumped, and he hurriedly passed the cup in her hand, then spoke again, her tone returned to her seriousness, and she did not dare to try again.

"Recently, there have been more news about the prince. There have been accidents several times, but he got on the boat of the prince family. The little prince was very kind to the prince. He saved the prince several times and was granted the title of An Le Hou..."

Gu Qing briefly recounted what happened recently.

The man kept silent, and no one could see the expression under the mask.