Marriage on behalf of the weeping blood cold concubine

"I said, my lord, I worked so hard and finally saved your woman. You didn't even invite me to a meal or a glass of wine? Butler Lin, hurry up and save the woman in your palace. Take out the altar plum blossom brew, I want to drink a few cups!"

Song Yichen was leaning on the armrest of the chair, with a lazy and freehand look. He ordered Shi Shiran, as if he was the master of the palace, and he didn't care that sitting in front of him was the famous and cruel prince Xuanyuan Qing. God, this palace is the master.

Xuanyuan Qingtian, who was originally resting on the back of the chair, heard Song Yichen's Youzaiyouzai's words, his flying handsome eyebrows slightly raised, and his pair of wise eyes, which were as deep as a cold pool, instantly became cold and sharp, and he looked vigilantly. Looking at Song Yichen who was still very timid, but the expression on his face didn't change a bit, it was still as calm as water!

"Yes, the slave will go immediately."

The seasoned housekeeper Lin only took one look at Wang Ye Xuanyuan Qingtian, seeing Wang Ye Xuanyuan Qingtian's expressionless handsome face, and immediately responded.

Since the prince didn't object, of course he did, and Song Yichen didn't know it was the first time he asked him to bring him wine.

"The servant girl is going to prepare the appetizers now."

And the clever Xiaolin over there also rushed to answer immediately, and after she finished speaking, she also walked out with Lin Butler.

"Let's talk about something." Xuanyuan Qingtian asked coldly with a slight frown and a group of people retreated.

"You helped the princess with medicine!"

Song Yichen sat upright suddenly, and looked at Xuanyuan Qingtian with a serious expression. There was no doubt in his tone, but certainty.

"What's the matter, this is the ointment you gave me last time. I wiped it on her. It worked very well last time."

Xuanyuan Qingtian raised his eyebrows, this ointment is good for his knife wound last time, but it can't be good for whip wounds, right?Could it be...

"What happened to the ointment?"

After all, Xuanyuan Qingtian grew up in a palace full of intrigues, and his intelligence and wisdom immediately made him think that there was something wrong with the ointment. Otherwise, Song Yichen would not have brought up the ointment properly, let alone blamed him for helping Duanmu Min privately. Ya rub the ointment off.

He was even willing to use Wanying Pain Relief Ointment for Duanmu Minya, so would he care about this ointment?So he immediately thought that there was something wrong with the ointment.

"You show me the ointment, I want to make sure."

Song Yichen looked at Xuanyuan Qingtian with a heavy face, how he hoped that he had smelled it wrong, if he was really sure that there was something wrong with the ointment, then... Thinking of this, Song Yichen didn't dare to think about it.

And Xuanyuan Qingtian over there seemed to have suddenly thought of such a serious problem, his face suddenly turned livid, his lips were tightly pursed, and his thick eyebrows were gathered together. With heavy steps, he found a white jade bottle from the cabinet on the far left of the room, Handed it to Song Yichen, who also looked stern.