Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 670 Dancing Princess vs Admiral Dongchang 35

The light fragrance can only be smelled if you get close. After smelling it a few times, you feel inexplicably relaxed.

Quan Jiu's movement of picking up the silver needle was barely noticeable.

Chu Tuo arrived so suddenly that she only had time to climb out the window and paint her face black, but she didn't have time to cover up the smell on her body.

"Maybe Weichen accidentally got the smell when he was refining the medicine."

"That's a pity. I originally wanted to ask you for a sachet, but don't tell me, the taste of your elixir is quite delicious..."

He thought carefully about the adjective.

"It smells a bit like flowers, but also a bit like women's body fragrance. Anyway, it smells really good."

I don't know whether it was the acupuncture that had the effect or the fragrance that had the effect. At this moment, a feeling of sleepiness came over me.

Quan Jiu resisted the urge to give him another injection: "Your Majesty can go back after Wei Chen removes the silver needle."

Chu Tuo, on the other hand, was not in a hurry. He had other purposes for coming today:

"I heard that you and Shen Lang had a conflict?"

"I don't dare. Mr. Shen is responsible for everything. He is the pillar of the country. A minor minister has just taken office, so how can he have the right to have conflicts with Mr. Shen."

Her tone was cold, but Chu Tuo could hear a burst of resentment that he dared not speak out.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Chu Tuo pretended to support her:

"Doctor Shen, don't underestimate yourself. You are the Ziweixing of the Meng Kingdom, and your future is limitless. If Shen Lang really offends you, you can tell me."

Quan Jiu pulled out the needle for him: "These are trivial matters, so I won't bother the Emperor."

………

After that day, Chu Tuo specifically delegated power and arranged many tasks for Shen Lang.

During the day, Quan Jiu was irritated when he saw Shen Lang, but late at night, the two of them got together again to discuss how to overthrow Chu Tuo.

Days like this lasted until the autumn hunting day.

"Third Prince, I heard that the Northern Qi people are brave and good at fighting. Are you interested in participating in today's hunt?"

Chu Tuo was sitting on a horse in a gray military uniform, holding a crossbow and a quiver on his back. When he passed by Xuanyuan Qinglan on horseback, he looked very proud.

It's not winter yet, but Xuanyuan Qinglan is wearing a heavy cloak.

"Cough...cough...Your Majesty, I'm not feeling well. I'm afraid I won't be able to compete."

Chu Tuo's eyes were full of interest: "Okay, then you stay here and rest."

"Ahem..."

The colder the weather, the more frequently Xuanyuan Qinglan coughed. The man from Zhilan Yushu was sitting on a rocking chair covered with a thick blanket, his body slightly stooped.

Naituanzi glanced at him worriedly: "How about we go back?"

This cheap brother was very kind to him, but he couldn't do anything to save him.

Xuanyuan Qinglan pressed the corner of her mouth and tried to hold it back: "Don't you want to see him?"

They had been arguing for several days, but now that Quan Jiu was ordered to enter the palace, as the prince of Northern Qi, he could not find any legitimate reason to visit her again and again.

Naituanzi looked confused, and finally stuffed him with a Tangbaozi:

"I'll go find her."

As soon as Quanjiu arrived at the hunting ground, he saw Naituanzi with a sad look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

Naituanzi glanced at Xuanyuan Qinglan in the distance, with a dark light floating in his dark eyes:

"Is he going to die?"

When discussing life and death, he didn't have the fear and gaffes of ordinary children, but just a little more regret, as if life and death were just a rare and ordinary thing.

Quan Jiu glanced at Xuanyuan Qinglan's face and told the truth:

"If he doesn't get treatment, he may only live for half a year."

She looked at Naituanzi's slightly changed expression and said thoughtfully, "Do you want me to save him?"

"Do you want to save him?"

Surprisingly, Naituanzi actually asked her how she felt.

Quan Jiu's heart suddenly accelerated and beat loudly. She knelt down and stared at the milk dumplings in front of her. She seemed to have the answer to what she had always doubted.

"If I say I don't want to save him, can I not save him?"

Naituanzi gritted his teeth and thought for a while, then answered honestly:

"Although I want you to save him, if you don't want to, then I can't force you."

His dark eyes were clear and clean, and there was no trace of resentment towards Quan Jiu for not saving him.

Quan Jiu put his hands on his shoulders: "Why?"

Xuanyuan Qinglan was so kind to him. If she didn't save people, shouldn't he blame him and hate him?

Nai Tuanzi's red lips parted slightly, but he hesitated to speak. Due to the rules, he couldn't explain.

Just when he was hesitating about how to tell Quan Jiu his identity without breaking the rules, a loud kiss fell on his cheek!!!

Naituanzi: “QWQ!!!”

He opened his eyes wide, elated, and stared at her in disbelief.

Quan Jiu hugged the person into his arms.

In Naituanzi's eyes, her wishes were even more important than Xuanyuan Qinglan's life. If she didn't notice such a blatant preference, she would really be a fool.

Still a familiar heartbeat and a familiar body fragrance.

Nai Tuanzi's thick and long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and her dark and shiny eyes stared blankly at the arm holding her...

He knew it.

She must recognize him.

No matter how her identity and appearance change, she will definitely recognize herself.

Naituanzi sniffed, his nose slightly red, and he lay in her arms obediently and peacefully, like a tired bird returning to its roost, and pursed his lips.

"You hugged me."

He hugged Quan Jiu's neck tightly, his tone was complex, happy and excited, with a hint of grievance that was not easily discovered, like a child who had been crying for a long time and finally got a candy.

"sorry."

Quan Jiu's dark eyes flashed with fluctuations.

"I forgive you."

Naiduanzi pretended to be generous, sucked in the snot that was about to run down, and hugged her tighter.

"What are you doing?"

As soon as Shen Lang walked out of the tent, he saw one large and one young boy squatting on the ground and hugging each other tightly, as if they were about to part ways.

He frowned slightly, wondering why a person from Northern Qi and a person from Meng had such deep feelings.

Quan Jiu quickly regained her composure, she stood up holding Nai Tuanzi, and Nai Tuanzi hugged her neck in cooperation, and in Shen Lang's eyes, the two looked like a mother and son.

Quan Jiu changed the topic and looked at him wearing a black riding uniform:

"You're going hunting?"

Shen Lang misunderstood what she meant: "You want to go? I can take you."

"Need not."

Quan Jiu decisively stuffed the milk dumplings into his arms.

"Just take him with you."

Think of it as cultivating the relationship between father and son.

Shen Lang: "......"

Naituanzi: “…………”

Naituanzi raised his head and Shen Lang lowered his head. They looked at each other and saw disgust in each other's eyes.

Shen Lang's expression remained unchanged: "Hunting is too dangerous, he is too young, and things could easily get into trouble if he follows me."

He stretched out his hand, intending to return the milk dumpling in his arms to her.

"Try to loosen your grip!" Quan Jiu's attitude was unusually tough.

Shen Lang's return movement paused.

She actually attacked him for a little brat from Beiqi?!

Doubt flashed in his eyes, but the arm he extended still stopped.

The milk dumpling was like a koala, taking the opportunity to hug his neck and hang on him tightly.

Shen Lang: “……”

(Chapter complete)