"Lord Wang, the slave family respects you." Wu Ji took the clean wine glass on the table, and handed it to Yan Jinchen with her soft hands.

Yan Jinchen took it, raised his head and drank it.

The dancing girl's gorgeous little face was flushed, and her heart blossomed, but she still said shyly on her face, "The prince has a really good amount of wine, why don't you give you another glass?" ”

She turned, took the flask, filled the empty glass, and leaned over the cherry mouth to take a sip.

The white and silky arm hooked Yan Jinchen's neck, and his little face was slightly raised, slowly approaching him.

Yan Jinchen saw her movements, and his face sank.

This slut, is it possible that he still wants to toast him with his mouth?

It's really bold, but he was so praised that he didn't know the sky and the earth, and forgot his taboo?

It's really sunny and bright, and if you give some color, you can open a dyeing workshop.

There was ruthlessness in his phoenix eyes, and before the dancing girl kissed him, he pushed her to the ground fiercely, and just wanted to let people drag her out and beat her to death, when he saw the housekeeper Yanquan's face was pale, and he walked in quickly with a panicked expression.

Since he opened the mansion, Yan Quan has been by his side to do things for him.

I haven't experienced anything big or small, and it's the first time I've seen such a lost soul.

His eyebrows and eyes were deep, and his heart sank slightly.

Could it be that Gu Qingran that died like this?

"Wang ..... Rajah. ”

Yan Quan walked to his desk and knelt down directly, his voice trembling, his hands hidden in his cuffs clenched into fists.

"Stand down."

Yan Jinchen waved away the singers and dancers in Shunhua Courtyard, as well as the people who were playing music on the side, and the dancers who wanted to seduce him, and he was also relieved, and hurriedly stood up and ran out quickly.

"What happened? So flustered? ”

Yan Quan took a few deep breaths to calm his nervous heart, and then raised his head and said to Yan Jinchen, "Lord Wang, Miss Qingran is weird, just now the slave led Imperial Doctor Li to the firewood room to treat her, but I didn't expect ......"

As long as he thought of the scene that had just happened, he still felt amazing.

Yan Jinchen took the teacup in Jin Se's hand, the heat rose, blocking his expression at this time, only to hear him ask lightly, "She's dead?" ”

Yan Quan shook his head, swallowed his saliva and continued, "No, something strange happened, the wounds on Miss Qingran's body actually began to heal on their own. ”

Yan Jinchen held the lid of the cup for a moment, shook his head and smiled, "Wound, heal yourself?" It's not like you're old-eyed. ”

"No, these are all seen by the slave with his own eyes, and the Imperial Doctor Li also saw it, Miss Qingran was first wrapped in a white light, and when the white light disappeared, all the upper parts of her body were all right."

Yan Quan was afraid that Yan Jinchen would not believe it, and he also pulled out Imperial Doctor Li.

Yan Jinchen's surprise flashed, his hand moved slightly, and Jin Se, who was waiting behind him, stepped forward and took the teacup in his hand, "You mean, you saw this with your own eyes?" ”

"Yes, you have to believe in the minion, how can the minion have the courage to deceive the prince. Moreover, the slave thinks that the girl may be ..... Monster! ”

Yan Quan is a person, how can Yan Jinchen not know, otherwise he would not have been the palace housekeeper for so many years.

If he hadn't seen it, he wouldn't have gotten gibberish.

Self-healing? Self-healing?

Although he knew that Yan Quan couldn't lie, it was still a little difficult for him to accept such a bizarre thing calmly.

The ghosts said that they were not all in the book, but he never believed them.

Gu Qingran is a monster? It's ridiculous.

If she was really a monster, how could she fall into his hands again and again, and be so seriously injured?

"Huh~ Youkai? The king will go to see what this so-called demon looks like today. ”

Yan Jinchen sneered, waved his big hand, and the long sleeves brought a gust of wind.