The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 971: The Legend of Qin Zhou 17

Fan Qingyi and Qin Zhou just admire the moon from the sky, and borrow the moon to appreciate people.

Aside from other things, Fan Qingyi admires Qin Zhou very much. Recalling that when we first met, Qin Zhou was alone holding the child, and he was not afraid to face the crowd of assassins who were wounded.

There is no such thing as a benevolent mother's heart, and her moves are quick and precise. Even in modern times, it is difficult for such a woman to be ordinary.

"Who's there? Hey, Fan Zhuangshi, why haven't you slept yet?"

The little dumpling originally wanted to sleep by Fan Qingyi's door. After all, he is now Fan Qingyi's personal eunuch. But Fan Qingyi disagreed, saying that he rarely woke up at night, so he let him sleep in the side room, so he didn't find that Fan Qingyi was not in the room.

It wasn't until he was sleepy in the middle of the night and wanted to get up to relieve himself that Fan Qingyi was still sitting in the pavilion.

Fan Qingyi raised his head slightly and said with a smile, "It's a little stuffy in the room, I'll come out and sit for a while."

"Do you need Xiao Duan to accompany you?" Xiao Tuanzi moved forward a little ingratiatingly.

Fan Qingyi got up, glanced at Qin Zhou's direction, smiled and said to the small group: "No, I just wanted to go in, it's late at night, it's time to sleep."

The little dumpling followed closely behind him, yawned and said, "Yes, you also need to rest more now. If you need anything, please ask the little boy at any time."

Qin Zhou's eyes closely followed Fan Qingyi's entry into the room, and then he took it back.

This Fan Qingyi is interesting.

The next morning.

As soon as Qin Zhou accompanies Murong Jin to practice swordsmanship, he hears the palace servants report: "Your Majesty, King Xiaoyao asks to see you."

Qin Zhou raised his eyebrows and took the tea handed by Yuanbao's father-in-law: "Again asking for money?"

King Xiaoyao, the king of the former Qin Dynasty.

Since Qin Zhou ascended the throne, he was named King of Xiaoyao of Da Qin. Granted a title, but no real power, to keep him rich and rich and enjoy his life.

It is precisely because of Qin Zhou's actions that he has gained a lot of stubborn goodwill.

A few years have passed now, and this is still the King of Free and Easy every time he comes over to ask for money or money.

Eunuch Yuanbao hesitated, hesitating for a while before answering: "Xu is because of Fan Zhuangshi?"

For Fan Qingyi's sake, does he know Fan Qingyi's identity?

Naturally, she knew that Fan Qingyi's story would spread, and these people would be uneasy if they didn't put some eyeliner in the palace.

"Let someone bring it here." Qin Zhou put down the cup with a hint of chill in his eyes.

King Xiaoyao was raised by Qin Zhou with delicious food and drink, and Qin Zhou's promise to keep him happy for a lifetime, his heart became more and more relaxed, and he became more and more fat.

Standing at the door of Qin Zhou's courtyard with a belly bigger than that of a pregnant woman who is five months pregnant, waiting to be summoned.

Looking directly at the newly built summer resort, he couldn't help shaking his head and muttering: "Why is Qin Zhou so frugal? This wall has to be made of gold bricks to make it look elegant, and this road is also not inlaid with jade. It doesn't look as good as this king's palace."

When the guards on the side heard this, no one dared to answer, and they all guarded the door with a solemn expression, like a sculpture.

Unfortunately, King Xiaoyao is still a talker, and it's boring to stand outside. Seeing that no one pays him any attention, he turns around and grabs the little **** who is rushing into the yard, "Hey, what are you doing? ?"

The little **** shuddered, hugged the food box in his arms tightly, lowered his head and smirked: "Go back to the lord, the slave is the royal kitchen, and I was ordered to deliver ice-cold plum soup to your majesty."

"On such a hot day, you're still holding it tightly in your arms, do you want to warm it up? Show it to this king." Speaking of the iced plum soup, King Xiaoyao couldn't help licking his lower lip. He came all the way, and he was already thirsty, so some iced plum soup seems to be good too! When the little **** saw that King Xiaoyao directly stretched out his hand to grab it, he hugged it tighter and took a step back: "My lord, this is the Holy One!"