Chapter 1425: Don’t be a cannon fodder (24)

Chapter 1425: Don’t be a cannon fodder (24)

Chapter 1425 Dont be a cannon fodder (24)

Princess, Princess, yes, the prince is playing chess with His Highness the Crown Prince. The young **** smiled, Princess, please go sit and wait, it should be soon.

Qianyan suddenly had a thought and whispered: "Raise your head."

The little **** subconsciously raised his head. When he met Qianyan's eyes, his eyes glazed over for an instant, and soon returned to normal.

Qian Yan put the soup cup into the little eunuch's hand: "When they finish, you can give the soup cup to His Highness. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"yes."

Qian Yan left, and the little **** was waiting quietly outside the study door with a cup of soup. He didn't know that the dazed glance just now had been hinted by Qian Yan.

King Kang often came to the East Palace to visit the prince. The young **** Ning Youshun was his confidant and would ask Ning Youshun to handle many things.

It is very useful to give hints to such a person.

Qian Yan will go to the East Palace every two days to deliver supplements to Yang Chuhuai.

The emperor's health is getting worse. I hope the prince can hold on.

Qianyan naturally responded, it seemed that the other party had already taken action.

She has not passed for two days, so why is the medicine so powerful? You have to see someone to understand.

Qian Yan went over with a cup of soup as usual. This time it was no longer a tonic, but pumpkin and mung bean soup that was refreshing and cooling.

When she arrived at the East Palace, everyone in the palace was cautious. Apparently they did not expect that the usually gentle and gentle prince would become so angry.

Yang Chuhuai was still in the study. The little **** following him was happy when he saw her coming. After bowing, he hurried in to report. After a while, he trotted out and asked Qian Yan to come in.

When Qian Yan stepped into the study room, he saw Yang Chuhuai practicing calligraphy seriously.

Yang Chuhuai raised his head, with no trace of anger on his face. His voice was still as gentle as before, not like an angry person. There was even a bit of curiosity in his eyes: "Yan An, what kind of tonic does it taste like today?"

"There are no supplements today. The prince is strong and does not need supplements for the time being." Qian Yan put the soup cup on the table and said, "Pumpkin and mung bean soup."

Yang Chuhuai:

When he saw her, he stopped being angry. It was better than pumpkin and mung bean soup.