Chapter 638: The Sick Child's Top Pet (17)
As a qualified secret guard, I don't know where to hide.
Ah Chan, as a personal maid, waited outside with a tea set.
The little maid's soft and glutinous face was slightly red, and she looked up at the sky, and the slowly rising sun was a little sunny.
A couple of little maids ran towards her.
Quickly set up the simple canopy: "Ah Chan girl, the prince told you to sit down and rest." β
"Oh!" The son of the world is so good, Ah Chan sat down with the teapot in his hand.
[Dumb treasure, you drink the water yourself, it's too hot, it's going to be heatstroke.] γ
Ah Chan touched the teapot and shook his head, the water in it was brought out of the courtyard, it was safe, and it was left for the prince to drink.
"Miss Azen, please have tea." A maid brought tea.
"Thank you, sister." Ah Chan looked up with his little face and thanked them softly and glutinously.
But I heard the maid lower her voice: "The eldest princess wants to see you." β
The eldest princess?
Ah Chan held her teapot and blinked in a daze.
Following the maid, he walked around to a hidden rockery.
The dignified figure of the eldest princess turned around.
"This, within today, must be subdued by the prince."
Ah Chan gasped slightly, lowered his eyes, and looked at the paper bag in her hand: "What is this?" β
γCrane top red?? Dull treasure is poison, and if you touch it, you will die! γ
Look at this dose, it is enough to poison a hundred princes, the eldest princess is the mother of the prince!
So vicious!
The eldest princess glanced at the teapot she was holding in her hand: "The imperial brother asked the palace to hand this over to you, you should know how to do it, right?" β
Ah Chan was dumbfounded.
After a long time, I finally reacted, she is a fine work, a fine work arranged by the emperor?
Seeing that she didn't answer, the eldest princess said slowly: "In your family, there is a sick mother and a young brother, right?" β
[Dumb Bao, she is threatening you with the lives of the original owner's family. γ
Ah Chan took the poison bag.
On the tree, a cold light like a knife burst out from the bottom of his empty eyes.
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Ah Chan returns to the archery range.
On the field, a teenager under the sun, a beautiful woman. Fire extinguished
Dressed in a shooting suit, his spirit is flying.
He looked very interested, and walked through Yang in a hundred steps.
He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows at Hou Ye.
Such a wanton and beautiful boy.
Who can match half of his demeanor, who can match half of his dignity.
Hou Ye You has been playing with You Yu for a long time, but he has already been defeated.
The rigid face smiled happily and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder.
However, a touch of bitterness tucked between his eyebrows, and his hand was lowered again.
"Take a break, you're not in good health, it's enough to play for a while."
The two men collected their bows and walked in the direction of the sidelines.
"When you were young, your father only taught by word and deed, and he didn't even have the opportunity to take the lead."
"My father still can't catch up with you, if you are healthy, who else in the world is your opponent?"
The boy curled the corners of his lips slightly.
"Yu'er." Hou Ye Yu stopped and looked at You Yu deeply.
"You are the child of the father, and whatever you do, the father will fully support you."
The smile on Yu Yu's face paused.
Hou Ye's eyes were solemn: "No matter what, even if it's ...... The sword is pointed at that seat. β
Against the light, You Yu's deep gaze fell on the dignified face of Lord You.
"Will the Father support me in whatever I do?"
"Hmm." Lord Yu nodded.
The corners of the boy's lips twitched slightly: "If I am not..."
I am not your own child, will you still support me unconditionally like this?
Will you love me and protect me like that?
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When the boy returned to the courtyard, he had no energy.
The handsome face was tired of the sickly, half leaning on the soft couch, supporting the forehead with his hands, and his eyes slightly closed.
Ah Chan brought the tea.
Cheng Xuan stared at the cold light in his eyes.
Yu Yu gently lifted her eyes lightly and glanced at the teapot in her hand.