Fast Travel: I Rely on Crazy Literature Raiders

The two of them continued to stand in the rustling autumn wind, waiting for the princes of other countries.

Within an hour, all the princes from the eight countries had arrived.

We saw all the princes Jiang Xu, and they were all very good-looking, but Murong Ying was the prettiest.

After welcoming the princes, Jiang Xu took Yan Lan to the nearest teahouse, ordered Yan Lan a pot of hot tea, and then stretched out his hand to him, "Give me your hand."

Yan Lan guessed that she wanted to check his pulse, so he handed her hand to Jiang Xu.

Jiang Xu put his hand on Yanlan's wrist and began to listen for his pulse carefully. After feeling the pulse, Jiang Xu frowned.

After letting go of Yan Lan's wrist, Jiang Xu looked at Yan Lan and asked, "General Yan, have you thought about where you will be buried after your death?"

Yanlan:?

Isn’t this topic jumping...

Thinking that Jiang Xu had just checked his pulse, Yan Lan was silent and asked, "I... I'm going to die?"

Jiang Xu: "If this continues, death will not be far away."

After hearing this, Yan Lan moved the corner of his mouth, and finally just smiled and shook his head without saying a word.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Xu felt a little blocked.

This guy doesn't seem to care about his life or death at all?

He doesn't care about himself, so what does she care about?

Jiang Xu picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and began to drink tea.

Yan Lan sat opposite Jiang Xu and stared at her for a long time. Seeing that she was just drinking tea and not talking, a trace of doubt flashed in Yan Lan's eyes.

However, he didn't say anything in the end. He poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and looked out the window.

This teahouse is adjacent to the river. Looking out from here, you can see the scenery on the river.

The scenery on the river was very good, and it instantly caught Yanlan's attention. So, Yanlan held the tea cup and looked out the window for a long time without moving.

Jiang Xu drank several cups of tea in succession, and did not stop until he felt full.

After stopping, he happened to see Yan Lan staring out of the window, and Jiang Xu could just see his side face.

The front face is good-looking, and the side face is also good-looking.

<divclass="contentadv">Much better than Murong Ying.

Jiang Xu held his chin and stared at Yan Lan for a long time. He was a little depressed at first, but after staring at his face for a long time, Jiang Xu found that the unhappiness in his heart gradually disappeared.

Forget it.

With such a beautiful face, it would be a pity if he really died.

Jiang Xu thought about it, took out a pen and paper, and began to write a prescription for Yan Lan.

After writing it, Jiang Xu handed the prescription to Yan Lan, "Here you go."

Hearing Jiang Xu's voice, Yan Lan came back to his senses. Looking at Jiang Xu, there was a hint of questioning in Yan Lan's eyes.

Jiang Xu: "Follow this recipe and take the medicine."

Yan Lan was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly and spoke to Jiang Xu, "Thank you, Your Highness."

After taking the prescription, Yan Lan put it away without looking at it and put it in his arms. Then he looked at Jiang Xu and said, "Your Highness has given me prescriptions twice. I don't know how to thank you. If not, I will give you my thanks." Your Highness, please make a promise."

"Whenever His Highness wants it, he comes to ask for it."

After Jiang Xu heard this, he looked directly out the window and muttered in a low voice, "What do I want? Will you give me what I want?"

Yan Lan heard it clearly and smiled and replied to Jiang Xu, "If I have it, I will definitely give it to you. If I don't have it, I will try my best to find it for His Highness."

Jiang Xu didn't say anything after hearing this. He just held his chin and looked out the window, "Look at the maple leaves by the river, aren't they beautiful?"

Red.

Just like Yanlan, he also likes to wear red.

Yan Lan followed Jiang Xu's gaze, nodded, and said, "It looks good."

Jiang Xu sighed quietly, "Unfortunately, it doesn't belong to me."