The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 976: The Legend of Qin Zhou 22

While the palace people served tea, Qin Zhou turned his head and asked Fan Qingyi: "Fan Zhuangshi came over today, what is the important thing?"

"Caomin doesn't have anything to do, but I feel much better today. I want to thank His Majesty Long En for walking around. Caomin is a reckless husband and is not used to lying down all day." Fan Qingyi explained a little embarrassedly.

After he finished speaking, he felt a little regretful. After all, he had heard all the remarks of the Xiaoyao Prince. If Qin Zhou taboo these, I am afraid that he will soon be sent to the summer resort.

Qin Zhou nodded and replied: "It is true that you should move around more, it is also very useful for the recovery of the body."

Mentioning of Fan Qingyi's body, Qin Zhou remembered that the imperial doctor came to report today that Fan Qingyi's body was almost healed.

But he was seriously damaged due to poisoning that day, and the imperial doctor also asserted that he would be resting in bed for at least half a month. Unexpectedly, he recovered 70% to 80% in just a few days, which is unbelievable.

If Fan Qingyi's injury heals, does it mean that he will resign and leave?

Completely forgot that someone was deliberately approaching Qin Zhou, and even became worried. I wanted to check his tone first, put down the teacup, and asked, "I wonder if Fan Zhuangshi has ever thought about looking for relatives?"

"Looking for relatives?" Is he really going to drive him away?

Fan Qingyi held the teacup's hand for a while, his mind turned with the movement of the hand, and his expression gradually became sad, and said: "After so many years, the clues are hard to find, and the grass people dare not hold hope. The teacher also said that the grass people should not be wrong. It's too obsessive."

For some reason, every time Fan Qingyi mentioned his so-called teacher and wife, Qin Zhou was inexplicably angry. Fan Qingyi's expression is so sincere, it's hard to doubt.

The two people, who had their own concerns, didn't notice that the palace servants had filled the table with delicate desserts and went down quietly.

I don't know what the two adults were thinking about Murong Jin, so he picked out a piece of dessert and put it in front of Qin Zhou, and said coquettishly, "Aniang, Hutou also wants to be as majestic as Uncle Fan, when Uncle Fan recovers from his injuries. , can you keep him in the palace to teach tiger head martial arts?"

If it wasn't for Fan Qingyi himself, Qin Zhou would have directly asked Murong Jin why he admired this man so much.

Could it be that when Fan Qingyi rescued their mother and son that day, he deliberately hid his clumsiness?

Or is there something she missed?

Qin Zhou couldn't help but looked at Fan Qingyi: "How does Fan Zhuangshi feel?"

Where is Fan Qingyi willing to refuse this good opportunity? He can only explain: "Caomin martial arts is not very strong, but his teacher once taught a set of health-preserving boxing. Learning boxing from a young age can strengthen the body and improve immunity. If Prince Jin is willing, Caomin will Be sure to pass it on carefully."

Immunity? Qin Zhou frowned, what does this mean?

"Can I be as strong as Uncle Fan?" Murong Jin seemed to understand and asked in surprise.

"Yes." Fan Qingyi nodded with a smile. Putting aside those messy factors, he himself liked the little boy Murong Jin very much. As a prince, he is neither squeamish nor arrogant, kind and innocent, and it can be seen that his parents are not bad either.

Murong Jin was so excited when he heard this, he hugged Qin Zhou's arm and asked, "Auntie, is it okay?"

Qin Zhou couldn't bear his coquettishness the most, plus this was a good way to make Fan Qingyi stay, she agreed that it was too late, and quickly said: "Okay, wait for your Uncle Fan to feel better, Ah. My mother will arrange it."

"Uncle Fan, you have to get well soon!"

"Where can Caomin be Prince Jin's teacher..." Fan Qingyi was about to refuse. His original intention was to teach him an improved version of Jun Tiquan, not to accept him directly as a disciple.

Qin Zhou interrupted him, his eyes fixed on him, and he asked with a half-smile: "Fan Zhuangshi, does your teacher still have a last word saying that you are not allowed to accept apprentices?"

"No, no." Fan Zhuangshi, who was interrupted, replied subconsciously. Qin Zhou's lips curled slightly: "That's good."