Yisheng was about to explain, but before he could speak, he heard a deep male voice coming from the doorway.

"Awake?" Fu Zimo walked in with Jin Mu, who was still holding a bowl of hot soup in his hand, he walked to the side of the bed and glanced at Yi Sheng lightly, Yi Sheng immediately lowered his head and stepped back.

Fu Zimo sat down against the edge of the bed at this time, and he reached out to help Qin Luoyan, "Do you want to get up and sit down?"

He didn't think it himself, but Jin Mu, who was standing on the side, couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how would he believe that his master actually had such a soft side, although it was not gentle, but at least it was pleasant.

Qin Luoyan nodded, sat up with his support, and regardless of the presence of Jin Mu and Yisheng in the room, he held Fu Zimo's arm intimately, and then rested his head on his chest, "I'm really happy that the prince can come to save me." ”

Fu Zimo was silent for a moment, but his face didn't change at all, "What if this king doesn't come?"

"Don't come......" Qin Luoyan seemed to feel scared, and his body trembled a little unconsciously, "If you don't come, then I will really be ...... by that person If that's the case, I won't have the face to see the prince again, and if that's the case, I should be able to cut myself off now. It's just that I can't bear to ......."

"Huh?" Fu Zimo raised his eyebrows.

Qin Luoyan rubbed his cheek on his chest again, "If you die, won't you never see the prince again?"

"Alright, let's have soup. Fu Zimo didn't answer her question, but turned his head to look at Jin Mu, who immediately came over with the soup.

Qin Luoyan had been in a coma for too long, and her stomach was indeed very hungry, so she reached out to serve the bowl of soup, but saw Fu Zimo pick up the soup faster than her, and then brought the bowl to her lips, "Drink." ”

King Wuxuan fed her soup?

Qin Luoyan looked at him with clear eyes, Jin Mu looked at him with frightened eyes, and Yisheng looked at him suspiciously, but no matter what the people around him looked at, it didn't seem to have any effect on him, and his movements were still elegant and calm.

"Hmm. A sweet smile appeared on the corner of Qin Luoyan's mouth, and he opened his sip and drank it, as if he seemed to drink it carefully and cherish it.

Contrary to her expectations, this soup turned out to be chicken soup! Chicken soup is boiled in a quiet place in Buddhism, and it is thanks to a domineering person like King Wu Xuan that this kind of thing can be done.

Qin Luoyan had a touching smile on his face, but he was disdainful in his heart, didn't this further show that Fu Zimo was actually a person without faith in his bones? In his eyes, perhaps, there was only himself.

He seemed to have a change of attitude towards her, but wasn't this under the premise that she was obedient to him and deliberately currying favor with him?

So, sincerely, moved? She Qin Luoyan has already passed that childish period.

"Okay, you stinky boy, you really boiled chicken soup in my Buddhist temple!" An old monk suddenly broke in and cast a resentful look at Qin Luoyan, who was drinking soup.

"I'll just say why I smelled the fragrance early in the morning...... Girl, is this soup delicious?" the old monk asked as he approached the bed, swallowing his saliva.

Qin Luoyan's eyes blinked, and he said, "The chicken soup that the prince gave me is of course the best." "People always want to listen to flattery.

Seeing her smug appearance, Fu Zimo softened a little more, and stretched out his hand to push away the old monk who came over, "What are you doing?"

"Can't I come to smell the aroma? You kid, you occupy my place, use the kitchen of my Buddhist temple to cook chicken soup, and you still dislike me?" The old monk seemed to be very familiar with Fu Zimo, and he spoke very politely, but he didn't care about Fu Zimo pushing him just now.

Fu Zimo's response to his accusation was silence, and he didn't even look at the old monk.

Seeing that he didn't care about himself, the old monk came over again, and asked Qin Luoyan with a blank eye, "Girl, you've drunk so much, give the rest to the old monk to drink." ”

Qin Luoyan's eyes widened, thinking that he had misheard, "This is chicken soup, it's meat, can you drink it if you are a monk?"

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and my old monk doesn't have so many rules. The old monk smiled happily without blushing at all.

Qin Luoyan rolled his eyes at him, "It seems that I met a fake monk......

"What a fake monk, old monk, I am a famous master of Hongru, the little girl really doesn't know the goods. Master Hongru interrupted her, and when he saw that she was about to drink soup again, he said anxiously: "Girl, give me an old monk a sip, just take a sip?"

"No!" Qin Luoyan immediately refused unequivocally, "This is the love chicken soup that my prince gave me, don't say a bite, even a drop I can't bear it, besides, I have drunk it, and there is my saliva in this soup, although you are a monk, but you are also a man, I am the woman of my prince, my saliva can't be eaten for you." ”

She took a sip of my lord, and the appearance of the villain made Master Hongru look surprised, and then he didn't want to drink it anymore when he heard what she said.

Master Hongru stepped aside stupidly, and glared at Fu Zimo hard, "Stinky boy, I'll just say that this girl is a disaster, you still don't believe it, look at what she said, how many women can say it? ”

It turns out that this old monk is the old bald donkey that Yisheng said?

When he said that he had buried Qin Luoyan, Yisheng rushed over viciously, hugged the old monk's waist, and was about to bite his flesh, the old monk was startled and ran desperately to Fu Zimo's side, "Ouch, you see that such a young child has been fascinated by this troubled water, and when she gains power in the future, will she still have it?"

Qin Luoyan didn't expect that the legendary Hongru master would be such an old monk who looked unkempt and didn't speak like a monk at all.

However, no one will be calm and have no temper when someone indifferently says that they are going to bury themselves.

Qin Luoyan was no exception, but she knew that the relationship between this old monk and Fu Zimo was not ordinary, and her hard encounter would not only make Fu Zimo unhappy, but might also humiliate herself, so she immediately changed her face to look at Fu Zimo with a pitiful expression.

"Lord Wang, is what the master said true......? Will it really turn into a disaster?Will I hurt the prince?" She asked seriously, not looking angry at all, but worried about Fu Zimo's comfort.

A meaningful smile hung on the corner of Fu Zimo's mouth, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, Yisheng was swept to the ground by the strong wind, and the strength of the wind was not small, Yisheng rolled down to the ground and hit the ground on his forehead, and immediately got up a big bag.

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