Prince: Your Princess is Exposed

Take care of more in the future?

Manager Yang didn't make a direct statement. He still acted according to the rules. "Miss qin'er is polite. I'm just a servant. I can't afford the kindness of the girl. You can wait here for a moment. The emperor will come later."

"Yes, please."

Qin'er sent manager Yang away, and she entered the pharmacy.

There are no people in the imperial pharmacy at night.

There are Chinese herbal medicines hanging in the air, and there are Chinese medicine flavors everywhere in the Chinese medicine cabinet.

Qin'er feels like she's going to throw up.

She grew up smelling the fragrance of fat and powder since she was a child. How can these smelly Chinese medicine smell good?

"Really, what a mess? How can anyone like this place? There is no sentiment at all. "

make complaints about Tucao.

But in a second thought, just a glance from afar made her so excited.

Or a king.

Such a thought, in front of these small twists can be tolerated.

Qin'er can't help imagining what kind of scene will be later, and the smile in the corner of her mouth can't stop.

But did not find, hidden in the dark, just arrived Jun Ling, is looking from afar.

Looking at the piano in the room fiddling with herbs, it seems very happy.

That smile, really like the green words.

Slowly approaching.

Although it is as far as possible to convergence of the body's breath, but the inherent sense of oppression, or easy to bring unlimited pressure to others.

For example, the piano now.

When she was immersed in her own fantasy, she felt a terrible breath.

Follow the breath slowly look past.

I saw the man who had been in his imagination just now.

The smile on qin'er's face suddenly overflowed.

Excited to look at the people in front of him, try to make his walking pace look more graceful some, the style comes forward, "my body has seen the emperor."

I took the initiative to change my name.

However, Jun Ling immediately frowned, as if some displeasure.

The only reaction in his brain was that his words would never be so flattering.

Junling bypassed qin'er and went into the house.

Qin'er was left hanging, and she looked at the people on the side in surprise.

"Come in." Jun Ling made a sound.

She pulled qin'er's thoughts back.

"Yes Qin'er's voice seems to be with two points of joy, very active forward, hands want to climb on Jun Ling's shoulder, "emperor, qin'er will help you change clothes..."

However, before Qin Er touched a corner of his dress, Jun Ling avoided him directly.

With a finger on the side of the small medicine stove, "you, sit over."

Qin'er looks confused.

Subconsciously look at the place where the medicine is cooked.

"In the past." Jun Ling looked at the person did not move, suddenly lost some patience.

His green words are not so dull.

Qin'er was startled and sat behind the table in a hurry.

Jun Ling sat on the opposite chair at will, and looked at the person in front of him with a slight condescension. He ordered in a cold voice, "fry the recipe."

Ah?

Qin'er is completely confused.

This is for her to cook medicine?

Facing a pile of things at hand, qin'er is completely in trouble.

In the end, how to start?

Junling has no patience, but she has been staring at qin'er's face.

The fiery sight, staring at qin'er all have some heart.

Slowly lower your head.

But more firmly in the heart of the idea.

Isn't it just Decoction? How can you serve the emperor well after such a simple job?