The little husband of the sick prince's family

Seeing Eunuch Qian disappearing from sight, Xuan Mo rolled his Adam's apple nervously, and rubbed the goosebumps on his hands uncomfortably.

He is obviously a big man, but his every move is so awkward, the smell of rouge on his body is even more choking and pungent, and the girlishness revealed all over his body, like... like the entrance of a brothel Dressed up beautifully, the bustard is holding his throat and making artificial noises to attract customers.

Thinking of this, Xuan Mo shuddered: "Little boss, that person is really strange!"

Zou Yun stared straight at the busy street and nodded silently. Eunuch Qian's strange eyes and strange laughter when he stared at his abdomen also made him feel faintly uncomfortable.

Rolling snow gauze, gold inlaid jade bracelets, gold-plated cranes holding Boshan furnace... Even the servants around him are dressed so luxuriously, this person's identity is not simple...

But they were really unfamiliar. After some brainstorming, Zou Yun can guarantee that he has never met these two people.

He stabilized his mind and stopped his divergent thinking in time. People are scary, scary, maybe he was too worried, so he waved his hands and said to Xuan Mo: "We'll talk about this tonight, it's important to greet the guests first."

The melodious and melodious sound of the pipa lingers in the elegant room, and several qin girls sit on the side of the screen one by one, dancing their fingers on the strings and playing the tune.

The green smoke on the incense burner curled up and dissipated in the air. The whole room was so quiet that only the sound of tea being poured could be heard.

"Yu Yi, is the little boss pregnant?" Eunuch Qian blew away the heat from the teacup, lowered his eyebrows and took a small sip of the good western tea.

They came here this time just following the orders of their superiors, to add to Zou Yun's restaurant, not to let the former prince live too comfortably, and they did not expect to find a surprise.

interesting...interesting...

Yu Yi, who stood behind Eunuch Qian and massaged him, was called out unexpectedly. He carefully looked at Eunuch Qian's face, trying to see some clues from it.

It's a pity that Eunuch Qian looked calm at the moment, with his eyes closed and his head lightly resting on his wrists, all he could see was a faint sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Undecided, he frowned and said: "Godfather, I... I didn't look very carefully just now, so I will send someone to inquire about it."

"Forget it~" Eunuch Qian waved his hand lazily, signaling the Qin girl below to back down: "It's time to change your temper. It's fine to act like a tiger in the palace, but now you don't restrain yourself outside, it's because you hate it." Are you having a good time?"

What Eunuch Qian likes the most is Yu Yi's straightforwardness, but there is a limit to everything, and if you appreciate it too much, it will make people instantly disgusted.

The words just now are just an appetizer, reminding Yu Yi not to get carried away.

Yu Yi's lips turned pale, and she also knew that she had stepped on Eunuch Qian's back scale today, so she knelt on the ground: "Godfather...I..."

At this time, a gray-white homing pigeon flew in from the window and stood on the mahogany table to clean its feathers.

There is a letter from the palace.

Eunuch Qian was not in the mood to listen to Yu Yi's confession, and said coldly, "Why are you standing there? You haven't taken down the creed yet."

Yu Yi, who had a snotty nose and tears, untied the thin note tied to the pigeon's foot, and read it word by word with a weeping sound.

The content of the letter was very simple. The emperor asked Eunuch Qian to report on Qi Lin's recent health conditions one by one, and he also sent someone to deliver new medicine so that he could find a chance to take it for Qi Lin.