Sick Prince Rescue Plan

Zhuyou doesn't care about her suspicion. Suspicion is normal. If he believes once he says it, then he may be really blind.

He handed the tea cup to Jun Yuwan, "Run over early in the morning, are you thirsty? Come, drink tea to fight the fire."

Jun Yuwan said for a long time that she was indeed a little thirsty, did not refuse, took a sip, and then—"Puff—"

Her facial features were wrinkled together, and she looked terribly uncomfortable, "Cough cough cough...Zhou worry! What are you this? Too bad!"

The taste is like the juice squeezed out of a hundred bitter gourds without adding water!

With a sorrowful smile, there was a demonic air between his eyebrows, "What's wrong? Isn't it good? This has a very good effect of defeating the fire."

"You absolutely did it on purpose!"

Jun Yuwan took out the bottle of Concentration Pill from her arms, poured one into her mouth, and the cool and sweet taste instantly saved her bitter tongue.

She almost shed tears of excitement!

She waited until the concentrating pill was finished before she began to speak, feeling that her breath was bitter, "What's the name of this ghost?"

Tap your fingertips on the desktop, "Bitterness will come."

Jun Yuwan was stunned, and the inquiring gaze fell on his face unabashedly, "Why do I always feel that there is something in your words?"

Zhu You nodded: "Yes, but the donor doesn't understand it yet, and will know later."

This beep pretends, she gives full marks!

He stared at him speechlessly, and finally came to the topic, "Just tell me, what conditions are you going to promise, you will be the acting national teacher."

Zhu You got up from the futon and stood with his hands under his hands. His low-hanging eyes made people unable to see his emotions. "I have no conditions, but I just don't want the second prince to take advantage of it, and... my goal is not to be a temporary The national teacher of the generation."

Jun Yuwan got up, "What do you mean? Do you want to be a national teacher?"

Zhuyou glanced at her appreciatively: "Smart."

In the afternoon, Jun Yuwan returned to the city with Zhuyou. Jun Yuwan rode a horse, and Zhuyou, a monk in the demon, was sitting in the carriage.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the palace, and Zhuyou was invited into the imperial study room. After Jun Yuwan completed the mission, he went back home.

...

Palace, Li Yuefang.

The wide room was full of fragrance, and the sound of silk and bamboo sounded from time to time softly and sometimes quickly. A woman in white was dancing on the huge drum surface with bare feet, just stepping on the rhythm of the music.

The Book of Rites, Zhao Wei, who was watching from the side, touched his beard with satisfaction, "Not bad, Qing Wu, you practice more these days, the ceremony of worshipping the heavens is very important. If you make a mistake, then it is. I want to afflict the Nine Clans!"

Qing Wu stepped down from the drum and smiled confidently: "Don't worry, adults, Qing Wu has grown up in Liyuefang since she was a child, and has never made a mistake for so many years, and this time she won't be ashamed of adults!"

Zhao Wei nodded: "I can rest assured that you do things, well, you can continue, I will leave first."

There have been many things recently, and he has to watch everything in person, not at all sloppy.

"My lord, go slowly."

Qing Wu bowed slightly, and after watching Zhao Wei go, she yawned lazily, "I'm finally gone, exhausted."

The girls who danced with her gathered around, chattering, you said and I praised it.

"Qing Wu, you are really good, you can dance so well with such difficult dance steps!"

"Yes, Master Zhao values ​​you very much!"

"This time, you are going to show off the show, what benefits will you get by then, don't forget us!"