The prince lacks training: the royal concubine

In the small town of Mulan, in an inn called "Xiankelai", in the guest room of Tianzihao, Yue Shubo was healing Yuan Qiyan. When he saw the thing painted on his arm, he couldn't help wondering, "What is this?"

Yuan Qiyan's expression became slightly embarrassed, "It seems to be talcum powder..."

"Is it Miss Hai?" Yue Shubo is a smart person, he guessed it right, and smiled slightly, "It's rare that she can think of using this method to heal you under such circumstances!"

Thinking of the scene where Hai Weilan healed him, somewhere in Yuan Qiyan's heart softened, but he snorted disdainfully, "Who knows what kind of heart she has?"

Yue Shubo glanced at him, "Qi Yan, don't you think you are a little too much for Miss Hai Er today? Although it seems a bit informal on the surface, she is a daughter's family after all, and you have to take care of some things." How she felt..."[

"Is she considered a daughter's family?" Yuan Qiyan became angrily, "You heard it too, if she doesn't speak, she'll be pissed off, how can I take her feelings into consideration?"

"Then are you going to continue this stalemate? Don't forget, Brother Yu never forgets her, so you are not afraid of being taken advantage of by him?"

When Yu Wuhen was mentioned, Yuan Qiyan became even more angry, "It's just right, I think she matches that Yu Wuhen very well!"

Yue Shubo heard jealousy from these words, but he didn't expose it, and smiled slightly, "Anyway, Second Miss Hai is also your wife now, you should treat her better!"

Yuan Qiyan's eyes flickered, and he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it.The purpose of marrying Hai Weilan is to free the people around him from being suspected of having broken sleeves. He can't say "I don't regard her as a wife" in front of his friends, although he knows that Yue Shubo has nothing to do with it. I know it well.

Moreover, for some reason, he felt a little disgusted with this sentence!

"Take a good rest, I'm leaving first!" Yue Shubo bandaged his wound carefully, then got up with a smile, and walked to the door, just as the inn clerk came over with a bowl of soup.

"Which one is Mr. Yuan?" The man asked respectfully.

Yuan Qiyan frowned slightly, "I am, what's the matter with you?"

"Oh, it's like this. A girl in the Dizihao room ordered the little one to make soup, saying that she wanted to nourish your body. Didn't the little one hurry up and bring it to you as soon as it was cooked?" the waiter said. He had already reached the front, and handed the soup bowl to Yuan Qiyan graciously.

Yue Shubo couldn't help laughing and said: "It seems that Miss Hai still cares about you very much!"

"Does she have that kind of heart? Maybe it's Xiaotao!" Yuan Qiyan's mouth was stiff, but he had already received the soup, took a sip, and his face changed immediately...