The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 962: The Legend of Qin Zhou 8

Although Qin Zhou was attacked at the Summer Resort, he had no intention of returning to the palace, which provoked a group of ministers to rush over again.

It's rare for Murong Jin to come here, but Qin Zhou is willing to go back. She finally managed to deal with this group of people, and dealt with some government affairs, and only came to Fan Qingyi's side in the afternoon.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Fan Qingyi sitting in the yard basking in the sun, playing with the ring, very comfortable.

"Fan Zhuangshi, how is your health today?"

Fan Qingyi saw that Qin Zhou was coming, got up and saluted.

"Thanks to Your Majesty Hongfu, Caomin's injuries are fine." After speaking, he covered his chest with his hands and coughed twice.

His complexion is already pale, and his lips are not bloody, so the coughing at this time does have a very serious feeling.

Qin Zhou hurriedly helped him up, and said with a worried look: "The imperial doctor said that the poison of the assassin has been resolved, but after all, it has already damaged the vitality, and it will not heal in a few months. Before the body is healed, I see you You don't have to bow to me."

"The grass people obey." Fan Qingyi's lips curled slightly, Qin Zhou's words were exactly what he wanted.

The two sat down with their own thoughts, and the **** on the side placed the tonic soup in his hand.

"This is the Shiquan Dabu soup I specially ordered for you, drink it while it's hot." Qin Zhou took it out and handed it to Fan Qingyi.

"The grass people thank your majesty." The dignified king of a country actually served him soup with his own hands. Fan Qingyi thanked him repeatedly and took it.

Before the entrance, Fan Qingyi smelled a sweet and greasy smell, and then saw that the medicine in the bowl was dark and oily and shiny, like oil mixed with pure dark chocolate sauce.

Fan Qingyi's face is a little stiff. He doesn't like sweets the most. This bowl of black looks really hard to swallow, but because Qin Zhou is staring at him with a look of anticipation...

Holding her breath and drinking it, Fan Qingyi almost didn't hang here on the spot.

If it wasn't for the poisonous ring in his hand, he would have thought it was a bowl of poison.

This so-called Shiquan Dabu soup is quite intriguing and has a lot of aftertaste. It is numb, spicy, greasy and bitter, comparable to swallowing a few kilograms of nearly lumpy chili dark chocolate oil. "Fan Zhuangshi, how do you feel? This is specially prepared by the imperial physicians. The ingredients are all of the highest quality. If you boil ten pots into one bowl, the effect should be good, right?" What Qin Zhou drank is said to be a secret recipe passed down by the royal family in the desert from a long time ago. Royal Physician

We read through various books and finally boiled it for a few hours. The curative effect should be quite obvious.

Fan Qingyi poured two cups of tea in succession before he recovered, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Caomin, I feel, it's okay."

"I see that the blood on your face has indeed improved a lot. If it wasn't for the fact that you couldn't drink more of this tonic, I would have asked the Imperial Hospital to send a bowl of it every day. It's okay to make up the soup, and let the imperial kitchen make more suitable medicated meals. Let's go." Qin Zhou was very satisfied, and turned to the **** beside him.

"Cough, cough, cough! No... No need, Cao Min also thinks one bowl is enough. Meals should be as usual, otherwise Cao Min is afraid of overfilling." Fan Qingyi almost choked to death on the tea.

If it wasn't for Qin Zhou's serious expression, he would really think she was taking revenge instead of repaying her kindness.

Qin Zhou thought for a while and then agreed, she was also afraid that Fan Qingyi would not be compensated.

The two had no conversation for a while, and the air suddenly quieted down.

"Your Majesty..." "Fan Zhuangshi..."