Time Travel Female Queen, Legend of Medicine Saint

The leading singer had a graceful figure and a familiar face, but Jiang Qingchen always felt that there was something strange about his eyes.

His eyes always seemed to fall on him intentionally or unintentionally. Whenever he danced his sword, the tip of the sword seemed to be facing his direction, but it was cleverly withdrawn at the critical moment.

This vague sense of threat made Jiang Qingchen's heartbeat speed up involuntarily, making him feel a little shuddering.

She secretly wondered, why is this singer looking at her like this?

Have you ever offended him? Or does he have some hidden agenda?

In this strange world, Jiang Qingchen finally had everything, and she didn't want to die inexplicably under the sword of a singer.

This thought made her feel panicked, and she shook her head quickly, trying to calm herself down.

The emperor's husband saw these little moves of hers and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Qingchen, don't be afraid, she is just a sword-dancing singer."

The royal husband's voice was gentle and comforting, which made Jiang Qingchen feel a little more at ease.

She nodded, trying to regain her composure. However, the uneasiness in my heart did not completely dissipate.

Jiang Qingchen knew that he could not take it lightly. She secretly winked at Dong, telling her to pay attention to the singer's every move.

Dong is a personal bodyguard awarded to her by the Eight Wise Kings. She is smart and has excellent kung fu. Jiang Qingchen believed that as long as Dong paid attention, they would be able to detect and stop the singer in time if there was any trouble.

Ye Ruize also noticed Jiang Qingchen's nervousness, and he also felt that something was wrong with the singer.

He took a deep look at the singer, and then winked at Bai Shuang. Bai Shuang is his personal attendant, loyal and reliable.

Ye Ruize hoped that she could keep an eye on the singer secretly and protect Jiang Qingchen's safety.

To be honest, if it weren't for the presence of the royal husband and the concubine, Ye Ruize would have wanted to drag Jiang Qingchen away.

He knew that people in this palace were unpredictable. Even the singer called by the royal husband cannot be completely trusted. He must remain vigilant to ensure Jiang Qingchen's safety.

Jiang Qingchen had the same thought. She understands that in this world full of power, a casual word or a trivial action may lead to death.

Even though the royal husband and the princess are her relatives and family members, she cannot completely rely on them. She must rely on herself and the trustworthy people around her to protect herself.

Now, she could only let Dong keep an eye on the singer. She hoped that this was just her own worries, that this singer was just an ordinary sword dancer.

However, the uneasiness in her heart was like a thorn, piercing deeply into her heart and making it impossible for her to let go.

The atmosphere in the dining hall seemed to be a little tense because of this singer.

Jiang Qingchen and Ye Ruize both maintained a high degree of vigilance and were always prepared to deal with possible changes.

The emperor's husband and the princess did not seem to notice these subtle changes. They were still immersed in the joyful atmosphere and enjoying the birthday party.

The singer suddenly rushed towards Jiang Qingchen, with an evil smile on her lips.

He lifted the sword lightly in his hand, and the wine glass in front of Jiang Qingchen's table instantly rose from his seat and danced lightly on the tip of the sword.

This scene made Jiang Qingchen's heart beat faster. She involuntarily took a step back and stared at the singer in front of her warily.

The singer didn't seem to have any malicious intent, his actions were more like demonstrating a unique skill.

However, this kind of performance made Ye Ruize angry. He directly stopped the singer's movements, his voice full of majesty: "Bold! This is my consort, what are your intentions?"

As the Ninth Prince shouted angrily, the originally cheerful music suddenly stopped, and the atmosphere in the entire dining hall instantly became tense.

The singer didn't seem to be afraid of the majesty of the Ninth Prince. He smiled slightly, gently placed the wine glass in front of Jiang Qingchen, and whispered: "This is my new dance. I didn't expect to scare the consort. Damn it."

Although his tone was respectful, there was a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Jiang Qingchen's face darkened slightly. She didn't understand what the singer meant. Is he really provoking himself on purpose?

Or is this all just his show? She was filled with doubts, but she tried to remain calm on her face.

When the royal husband saw this, he also had a displeased look on his face. He frowned slightly, looked at Jiang Qingchen and Ye Ruize and said, "Qingchen, Ruize, what are you doing? This is my singer. He has always been loyal. I am his master, how can he still harm me?" Can’t I kill you?”

Although the royal husband's voice was gentle, there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

Jiang Qingchen and Ye Ruize were a little embarrassed by the emperor's husband's words. Of course they knew that the royal husband would not harm them, but facing this weird singer, they had to stay vigilant

. Jiang Qingchen gently pulled Ye Ruize's sleeves to signal him not to be impulsive. Ye Ruize also understood what Jiang Qingchen meant. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down the anger in his heart.

The atmosphere in the dining hall gradually returned to calm, but Jiang Qingchen and Ye Ruize's vigilance did not diminish. They know that the appearance of this singer is no accident, and they must deal with it carefully to ensure their safety.

Everything seemed to be back to normal, and the palace servants were busy filling Jiang Qingchen's wine glasses.

However, the princess looked a little tired. She was still young and already felt a little strenuous in such an occasion. She raised her wine glass with a hint of childishness in her voice: "Husband and Wife, I'm a little tired. I want to go back to my room to rest first, but I can't accompany you anymore. Let me toast you first and wish you happiness and health. "

After the princess finished speaking, she drank all the wine in the glass, looking quite generous. However, Jiang Qingchen did not immediately raise a glass to accompany him, but slowly put down the wine glass in his hand.

She turned to the royal husband, with a hint of relaxation in her tone: "Your Highness, I will drink your wine later. Imperial father, is there any little rabbit in your palace?"

Jiang Qingchen's words surprised everyone present. The emperor's husband and the princess were both surprised, and the ninth prince also had a confused expression on his face.

He looked at Jiang Qingchen in confusion, wondering to himself: What happened to Qingchen? Why did you suddenly ask about the little rabbit?

The royal husband also had a displeased look on his face.

In his opinion, the queen is the king, and Jiang Qingchen should drink the wine she toasted immediately to show respect.

However, Jiang Qingchen not only refused to drink, but also made such a rude request.

He couldn't help but feel a little angry, feeling that Jiang Qingchen was indeed mentally abnormal.

He couldn't help but glance at the Ninth Prince and sighed secretly: What did this baby see in her? Are you really confused by her beauty?

However, the Ninth Prince seemed not to notice the dissatisfaction of the main emperor husband at all, and his thoughts were all on Jiang Qingchen.

Seeing Jiang Qingchen like this, although he was a little confused, he was more worried and concerned. He was afraid that Jiang Qingchen would offend the emperor's husband and the princess and cause unnecessary trouble.

Seeing the Ninth Prince like this, the main emperor's husband felt even more dissatisfied. He felt that as an elder, he had the responsibility to remind the Ninth Prince, so he said slowly: "Qingchen, Ruize is right, let's drink first. Playing with rabbits during this dinner is really not in good taste."

Although his tone was gentle, there was a hint of majesty and dissatisfaction in his words.