Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

There was a light mist floating in the air, and the sound of lifting water came intermittently, as if it was going to wet the whole room.

With a crash, Ji Rao got up from the water, and his beautiful waist flashed by. He had bite wounds, big and small, which were made in the water prison. Before the clothes have been taken to wash, fortunately the banquet court is still careful, and ordered people to take a body on the screen.

When Ji Rao's red fingertips touched the silk and brocade clothes, they showed a look of disgust. They always like to wear white.

Although disliked, he took it up and put it on.

Ji Rao tied his belt and went out to have a look. Yantingzhi didn't know where he was. He didn't care where the banquet court was going. He went directly to the bookshelf and began to check whether there was a medicine bottle or a secret passage.

But he felt all over this side and found nothing.

Squeak.

Ji Rao suddenly turns around, and the banquet court comes in with a bowl.

Yantingzhi looks at Ji Rao's hair, and there is still a trace of caution in his eyes. Ji Rao's aura is too strong, and the white clothes can't suppress the evil spirit, so he has a sense of blasphemy. Yan Ting's eyes were stunned for a moment, and his ears turned red first. He didn't care what Ji Rao was doing at his desk. He just came slowly and handed the bowl to Ji Rao.

Ji Rao looked down. He was brown and black. He was disgusted and said, "what is this?"

"You've been injured internally and soaked in water for a few days. I'm afraid you're not feeling well. I'll have someone fry some medicine for you."

"No drink."

The sight of the banquet court swept back and forth on Ji Rao's face, "isn't the religious leader afraid of drinking medicine?"

"Provocation doesn't work for me."

"What about the antidote to the seven day poison?"

Ji Rao's eyes were cold. "It's really you."

Banting's gentle smile, "drink the medicine."

Ji Rao's cheeks were a little sour. He hesitated for a moment, but he still held his breath and took a stuffy breath. As soon as he put down the bowl, he was stuffed with something.

"Candied fruit."

Ji Rao opened her mouth and bit into it.

Banquet court of the pause, took back the hand, big sleeve under the fingertips slightly shrunk. He looked at Ji Rao's bulging cheeks, and felt a little itchy.

Ji Rao chews the candied fruit. In the middle of chewing, he suddenly feels weak. He supports the wooden table, but he still wants to fall down. Banquet court of hand Ji Rao into the arms, the expression did not change, seems to be expected.

Ji Rao grabbed his collar, "you..."

"To let you out, you have to seal your meridians and martial arts. Don't worry. It just makes you weak. It will be ready in three hours."

Ji Rao sneered and said sarcastically, "why, is this kind of means still used by the noble and decent?"

This may irritate the banquet master, but to the banquet court, it's like a kitten tickling. It doesn't matter. Anyway, that's what he says.

Yantingzhi put Ji Rao on the bed, carefully took off his shoes, set them up, opened the quilt and covered them. "You can have a rest here. The doctor will come later. Just tell LAN Bi what you want to eat. She will let the small kitchen do it for you."

"And the antidote?"

Yantingzhi took a deep look at him and said, "look at your performance."

Ji Rao

When the doctor came to see the wound, Hao Sheng straightened it out. Ji Rao fell asleep.

When I wake up, it's evening. Ji Rao sat up and breathed. His body was empty and he couldn't feel anything.

"Damned banquet court."