The reborn prince's little palace maid in the apocalypse

After greeting Yan Sinian, Yang Yuanren asked, "What are Your Highness and Sixth Brother talking about?"

"There will be delicious food later." This is Yang Yuanzhi.

"Talk about Yuan Zhi's illness." This was Yan Sinian.

"What's wrong with Yuan Zhi? But something doesn't feel right!" Yang Yuanren looked at his sixth brother up and down, fearing that he felt uncomfortable in some way, but hiding it.

"Third brother, I have nothing to do. Your Highness is just concerned and asking."

Yang Yuanren saw that Yang Yuanzhi looked pretty good at this time and didn't look like he was hiding something or lying, so he felt relieved and looked at the prince Yan Sinian again.

Yan Sinian nodded slightly to him: "Yuan Zhi, would you mind letting someone take a look at it again?"

Yang Yuanzhi was noncommittal about Yan Sinian's proposal, but Yang Yuanren's eyes lit up.

He said that His Highness the Crown Prince would not come to the door for no reason. Although the imperial doctors and imperial doctors in the Royal Hospital had been invited, what if the Crown Prince knew some strange people? If he was not certain, the prince would not bring it up.

"I don't know which famous doctor it is, but what do we need to do?" Yang Yuanren looked a little excited.

"There's no need to do anything! Just wait a little longer." After all, she was eating happily now, and she wouldn't pay attention to them until she finished the food.

"Is that famous doctor coming in person? Do we need to pick him up?" From what the prince said, this famous doctor might be on his way here. Yang Yuanren planned to pick him up in person. As long as he could cure his sixth brother, even if there was only a glimmer of hope. , he also wants to catch it.

"There's no need to rush. Third Young Master, would you like to have a talk with Lone Hand?" Unlike the urgency of the Yang brothers, Yan Sinian's words here can be said to be unhurried and a bit calm.

Yang Yuanren had no choice but to suppress his anxious mood and said with a smile: "Of course, Your Highness, please."

Upstairs in Tingfeng, the fragrance of tea lingers, and four good gentlemen are leading the way.

The sixth young master, Yang Yuanzhi, was sitting by the window. His skin color was slightly lighter, a little unusually pale from ordinary people. However, it was difficult to conceal the bookish aura about him, his face was delicate and elegant, and his eyes were melancholy. With a raised hand, he boils water, scalds cups, makes tea, and refills water. Every procedure is handled with great care. His posture is elegant and his movements are skillful, like flowing water, which is pleasing to the eye.

The third young master, Yang Yuanren, who was sitting and talking with Yan Sinian, although he was older than the others in the room, he was also more mature and steady. His eyebrows are slender, and he looks soft, but is actually extremely tough. His seemingly gentle demeanor can't hide the spirit of his fighting spirit on the battlefield. The fingers holding the chess piece were long and slender, but their joints were well defined.

Needless to say, the appearance of Yan Sinian opposite him was one of the rarest in the world. The aura all over his body was suppressed by him, and only the aura of nobility lingered around him. Even the white jade chess piece was dimmed between his fingers.

The seventh young master Yang Yuanxin, who was sitting on the sidelines watching the chess game, was a little older than the Crown Prince, but he was truly the only one here with a young heart. He had a handsome appearance, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a heroic expression. , stood up, and walked around with a long and graceful figure. I really responded to that sentence, standing like a orchid and jade tree, smiling like a bright moon in my arms.

In the pavilion downstairs, for the first time, Xiaoba didn't focus all his attention on food. She looked at the people in front of her who were chatting and laughing. They were all laughing and playing together. You feed me a bite of meat, and I give you a glass of wine. Qi Er and Bao Zi also joined in the fun, making everyone laugh. Qin Yi was playing the piano for everyone. Of course, she didn't dare to play the sixth master's Jiaowei. After all, she took her own piano.

In this spring rain, there is the sound of piano, laughter, and sometimes the sound of cranes. There is no intrigue or bloodshed; it is not like in the end of the world, where you are always worried about zombies appearing out of nowhere or humans coming out of the dark to stab you and steal your food.

Xiaoba likes the present, and even more likes the group of people in front of him.

The young master upstairs and the charming guest downstairs seem to be enjoying themselves, but in fact they each have their own concerns. There are always one or two people who glance in the direction of the other person without knowing it.

Happy times always pass very quickly. When everyone was sat in the pavilion drinking tea after having had enough wine and food, Rengu came over and asked His Highness to ask Xiaoba to go upstairs.

Xiaoba nodded and left with Ren Gu. The others looked at each other and wondered what the prince's intention was, but no one asked.

Yang Shuning said: "How about everyone follow me back to Hezhizhou first?"

In the end, everyone went with Yang Shuning to Hezhizhou where she lived, leaving only steamed buns and dumplings waiting for Xiaoba here.

Seeing Xiaoba going upstairs, the three Yang brothers stood up and stepped aside. Well... the third young master couldn't stand up and was pushed over by his younger brother.

As soon as Xiaoba came in, she saw the braised wolf meat on the table. She came to Yan Sinian and asked quietly: "Have you eaten this?"

Yan Sinian raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiaoba.

"I think it's quite delicious, but the buns said they didn't have enough time and cooked them too quickly, otherwise they would have been more delicious." Xiaoba smacked her lips. She had just eaten the pot of wolf meat downstairs.

"Go back and let them cook it for you alone. Then ask them to simmer it slowly." Yan Sinian looked at Xiaoba's greedy look and couldn't bear to feed her.

"But, we don't have wolf meat, are we going to catch wolves?"

"No, it's available in this mansion."

"Are you going to buy from them? Then let's buy more!"

"No need to buy it, we can just take it." Yan Sinian deliberately leaned into Xiaoba's ear and whispered.

The cat's eyes are wide open, looking for things? She knows this Xiaoba very well, she has space and can take action, and she guarantees that she won’t leave any behind.

The three brothers of the Yang family, listening to the conversation between the prince and the people around him, are full of black lines. In fact, you don't have to pretend to whisper, we can hear it.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the prince was teasing the girl named Xiaoba, so they looked at him and didn't interrupt.

Yan Sinian made Xiao Ba happy, then invited Yang Yuanzhi over and asked him to sit on the soft couch beside him.

"Take a look at him to see if there is anything special about his body."

It was also a coincidence that Ping Qiping's father-in-law had been suffering from back pain for many years. Aunt Fu often gave him hot sand and coarse salt to apply on his back. Just when Aunt Fu had a headache and Ping Qi's always bad waist, Xiao Ba said that there was a needle in his waist.

At first, everyone didn't understand, but then Xiaoba pointed at Ping Qi's lower back and said there was a needle inside, and it was Yan Sinian who took action and pulled out the needle with his internal strength.

Ping Qi then remembered that when he was young, he once encountered an opponent who was good at using silver needles as hidden weapons. It may be that he was accidentally hit by the trick at that time, or maybe he was hit by too many needles at that time. This root penetrated deep, So I didn't find it and left it until now.

Later, Yan Sinian had a detailed discussion with Xiaoba and found out that Xiaoba could see the inside of other people's bodies. To be precise, it was not a look, but a feeling. She could feel what was going on inside the other person's body. It seems like there is something extra, or something is broken somewhere.