Chapter 247: Pouring Medicine

Qiu Yan respectfully responded: "Yes." ”

After Zixi finished speaking, he lowered his eyes and looked at the portrait in his hand again, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes appeared thoughtful.

A different look......

What's going on?

How many secrets are still hidden in Qin Shang's body?

The Qin prince of the Qin Mansion, is his identity fake, or his appearance fake?

If his appearance is fake, then why should he change it...... No, it's not disfigurement, Zixi is very sure that the face he saw when he saw Qin Sheng today was indeed his real appearance, and there was no trace of disfigurement.

So, why did he become a little similar to the imperial brother but not exactly the same?

Is it the same person as Qin Shang in the portrait?

Outside, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the snow flakes were flying, and the sky and the earth were white.

Qin Sheng stood in front of the window in red, his posture as slender as pine and bamboo.

Silently staring at the snow-white paved ground outside the window, there was no expression on his jade-like face.

There was a knock on the door, and he said lightly, "Come in." ”

With a squeak, the door was pushed open, and a strong smell of medicine came in, which quickly spread throughout the room.

Mr. Kim himself came in with a medicine bowl.

In order to prevent the snow from entering the medicine, he also specially ordered the maid to make an umbrella.

"Qin Shang, the medicine is decoctioned."

Qin Sheng turned his head with a calm expression: "The medicine prescribed by the girl?" ”

"Yes." Mr. Jin nodded, "This is just a medicine to treat injuries, drink it for two days first, and your internal injuries will slowly recuperate later." Since Miss Zi said that she can let you live a few more years, then I think it's okay to let you live for ten more years. ”

When Qin Sheng heard this, he raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "How can you see it?" ”

"Most true healers like humility." Mr. Jin said slowly, "Miss Zixi is a real healer, with a benevolent heart, gentle and tolerant, and it is very comfortable to talk to her." ”

Qin Shang's expression paused slightly, and a touch of gentleness appeared on her face: "She is indeed a gentle person, and she is very comfortable with her." ”

Mr. Kim handed him the medicine: "Drink it while it's hot." ”

Qin Shang's eyes fell on the medicine bowl, he was silent for a moment, and then reached out to take it: "You go and get me a few candied fruits." ”

"Preserves?" Mr. Kim was surprised, "Are you a child?" Do you still need preserves to take medicine? ”

Qin Sheng smiled gently, but was very insistent: "Are you going or not?" ”

"Go." Mr. Jin shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked out, "Hurry up and drink it, don't wait for the medicine to cool down and become more bitter." ”

Qin Sheng didn't speak, stared at the closed door without any emotion, and stood quietly for a moment, not knowing what was going on in his heart.

After a while, he slowly turned around and walked to the window, stretched his arm out of the window, and tipped the bowl little by little, watching the bowl of medicinal juice flow out and fall into the snow in an instant.

It wasn't until there was only a small bite left in the bowl that he put it back.

Staring at the black medicinal juice in the bowl for a moment, Qin Sheng quietly brought the medicine bowl to his mouth and drank the last bit of medicinal juice.

Then he continued to stand in front of the window, watching the snow fall quickly cover the place, before reaching out and closing the window.

There is a bitter taste in the mouth.

Qin Sheng put the medicine bowl on the table, sat down on the chair next to him, stretched out his hand, and carefully examined his pale and thin palm.

I still remember that these hands used to be slender and round, with distinct joints, and they were so beautiful that many women envied them.

I still remember that these hands were used to stroke the piano, practice swords, and kill people, which was terrifying.

And now, these hands are pale and bloodless, and have lost their lustre, but they can only be used to ruin their own lives.