"Your Majesty, are you blaming me?" Xunzi waved his hands and felt aggrieved.
"No."
Qian Yan's crisp answer made Xun Zihuai laugh out loud, with a bit of joy and pride in his expression: "As long as you don't blame me."
"Before, he always came to disturb you. I was afraid that it would affect your rest, so I found a way to let him do it by himself. This method is good. He has no time to disturb Your Majesty."
Xun Zihuai's eyes darkened again: "This man has been coveting your majesty's throne, and staying here will always be a disaster. If your majesty is not good at it, I will give him some chronic medicine, and no one will notice. Even if the prince and princess know,
I can’t blame His Majesty.”
"Don't worry, let's keep him first. The previous scene in King Chang's capital gave him a bit of a reputation. I don't want him to have a good reputation even after he dies. He has a very stable character. If you hadn't given him medicine to make him more capable,
There is chaos, and now I am afraid that I am already planning how to seize the throne."
"When he asks for medicine to no avail, he will think about the throne. At that time, he will be unable to restrain himself and seize the throne."
"How do you think I am managing this world?" Qian Yan suddenly asked.
"Of course it's good. In the six months since Your Majesty brought peace to the world, everything has been developing in the best direction. Nowadays, no one in Yan country knows that Your Majesty is a wise king, and there are already many songs about His Majesty being spread among the people."
"Ballad?" Qian Yan was lying on his back, his eyes falling on Xun Zihuai's face above him. Looking closely, Xun Zihuai's face was really handsome, and his skin was better than that of women. "You made up the ballad."
Right?"
She has not forgotten the means Xun Zihuai used to build momentum for her before ascending the throne.
Xun Zihuai was not upset after being seen through: "I made it up at first, but later the people would make it up themselves without my help. Fortunately, Your Majesty kindly built the academy, so that the people of Yan State have the opportunity to read and become literate."
Qian Yan was so amused that he laughed, and Xun Zihuai said quickly: "Your Majesty, don't laugh. The ointment will fall off if you laugh."
Qian Yan put away his expression: "You make me laugh and you blame me."
"Then please forgive me, Your Majesty."
"Looking at your countless meritorious services, I will forgive you."
Qian Yan didn't speak again, but read the medical book seriously. Not only did he read it, but he also asked Xun Zihuai for advice when he saw something he didn't understand.
Xun Zihuai was naturally explaining seriously. At first, he thought Qian Yan was interested for a while, but he didn't expect that since the medical book fell into her hands, she would always have a medical book at hand except when doing other things.
He thought she was just looking at it, but he didn't expect that she wanted to study it in depth, as if she wanted to learn his Xun's medical skills.
He was not afraid that she would learn medical skills, but he was looking forward to explaining medical books to her every day.
He didn't know why, but he always wanted to meet all her requests.
Maybe it's because she is a wise king and he is a descendant of the Xun family.
The descendants of the Xun family are born for Mingjun.
Assisting her, living for her, dying for her, and dying for her, this is the mission of the Xun family, so they are so willing.
Time flies by, and in a blink of an eye, it has been one year since the founding of the Yan Kingdom.
The scars on Qian Yan's body have faded to only faint traces. According to Xun Zihuai, it will take half a year for all the scars on her body to disappear completely. Her hands have regained their slender fingers and no longer have any traces.
A callus and a bit of dead skin are present.
Xun Zihuai specially prepared the ointment, which she now applies every day.
This body has been thoroughly nursed back to health.