Yin Luzhu snorted nonchalantly, "Who saw that I offended him? Maybe you don't like me and are deliberately looking for trouble."
Qingluo: "..."
Yin Luzhu returned to Feng'an Hall, and before he could sit down, a sinister sound sounded.
"Oh, the fool is back?"
Yin Luzhu glanced at the man sitting in the corner with a faint expression. At this moment, he was lowering his head and tinkering with the medicinal materials in his hand.
Even from a distance, Yin Luzhu could smell the faint medicinal fragrance.
She strode over and finally sat down in front of Ji Yanchen.
Looking at the herbs he crushed, Yin Luzhu asked in confusion: "What is this for?"
Ji Yan remained silent, just lowering his eyes and focusing on the matter at hand, completely ignoring Yin Luzhu.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yin Luzhu didn't ask any more questions. She just looked at Ji Yanchen in front of her, and a dark light flashed across her clear black eyes in an instant.
Ji Yanchen has a kind of aristocratic spirit that is deep in his bones. She has discovered it before, even when facing Gu Tingfang, he is still neither humble nor arrogant.
Although he calls himself a grassroots citizen, there is no trace of fear in his eyes.
There is also the previous inexplicable disappearance and the scars on his abdomen.
It had been two months since the rebellion in southern Xinjiang, but his wounds clearly looked like wounds. Even though the wounds had been treated with special methods, which made people look scary and serious, she still felt that it was not like that.
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The man in front of me must have some secret that even his father doesn't know about.
Ji Yanchen's hand that was pounding the herbs slowly slowed down, and he could feel the hot eyes on him. Z.br>
He finally stopped what he was doing and raised his eyes to look at Yin Luzhu, "Isn't it a little too rude to stare at a man like this?"
The haze on Yin Luzhu's face dissipated in an instant, as if it had never appeared before.
She caught Ji Yanchen's face with both hands unexpectedly. The latter's body froze, and something flashed across his eyes, which was so fast that people couldn't catch it.
Yin Luzhu looked at him with a smile, "My quack doctor is really good-looking, with a clear face and clear face. He makes people feel happy just by looking at him."
The words "my quack doctor" suddenly came into his ears, and Ji Yanchen suddenly blushed.
After a while, he stood up in a panic.
Then he seemed to suddenly remember his herbs, picked up his things with both hands, and strode out.
"I'm going back to my yard."
Looking at his back, the rippling look on Yin Luzhu's face disappeared in an instant.
She looked at Ji Yanchen, but her eyes grew colder little by little, until they turned into a bottomless darkness.
Even if the father holds a hundred thousand underworld troops, how can he have the ability to trap so many outstanding men in the palace?
Xuanqing of the Northern Kingdom, Shen Jinzhao, the younger brother of the Prime Minister, Su Yu, the queen of the Gongqing, and Ji Yanchen, what is his identity?
She absolutely does not believe that such a person is just a doctor.
At this moment, Qing Luo walked in from outside and placed a piece of clothing in front of Yin Luzhu.
"Master Ji asked his servant to bring him in. He said that the prince's black clothes are nondescript and look like an assassin. It's a good change."
Yin Luzhu: "..."
Sure enough, Gu Tingfang's aesthetics is something that no one can appreciate, so what are you wearing?
"Your Majesty, what shall I do if your Majesty asks you tomorrow?"
