My years as a menswear boss

When Jiqiu went to the kitchen to cook medicine for the king the next day, he found that the servants were trembling, and some of them even had despair on their faces.

Betty, who usually had a sweet smile on her face, was trembling with the hand holding the tray. When she was about to step out of the kitchen, she knocked over the food on the tray.

"Ma'am, please be careful." Jiqiu reached out to support Betty who was about to fall to the ground.

The young man gently held the girl's arms and helped her to a chair beside him, "Are you okay?"

Betty broke down and threw herself into Jiqiu's arms and cried loudly. She sniffed the doctor's unique herbal scent, "Doctor Goetti...I don't want to die."

The rest of the servants couldn't bear to look away when they heard the girl's sobs. They begged that His Highness to calm down quickly in their hearts.

"Let me help you deliver the food." Jiqiu said calmly.

"doctor?!"

The servants hurriedly gathered around, trying to persuade the young man to give up this idea.

"He is a lunatic, even the queen who gave birth to him was beaten by him!"

Chef Baker said viciously, he had already seen Gal's tragedy, and he didn't have any expectations for that person.

"Baker!" The head chef hit his head with a spoon, "You don't want to live?!"

"If he doesn't stop going crazy, everyone in our kitchen will die, and the king has already given up on him." Cook Bella shouted in despair.

"Doctor Goetty, there is no need for you to meddle in this matter, it is not your duty."

Uncle Kelly sitting at the door smoked a cigarette and said that Dr. Goetti cured his son's cold, and he didn't want such a kind person to die under the cruel whip.

"It's okay, I'm a doctor." Jiqiu found a clean tray in the kitchen, put food on it, picked it up and walked towards the eastern palace.

As soon as he reached the gate of the palace, he heard screams from inside.In an instant, two thin male servants came out carrying a bloody man. They didn't dare to breathe, and left with their heads down.

Jiqiu opened the half-covered door and walked in softly. The room was dimly lit, and a tall man could be vaguely seen sitting by the window.

"Who are you?" a hoarse voice asked.

The man turned his head, revealing a handsome pale face.Ryan Philip's facial features are tougher than those of his parents, and he looks unattainable. His blue eyes are inherited from his mother from Two Sicilies, and his brown hair hangs behind him. His thin lips are pursed in displeasure. And with scarlet blood.

"Adrian Goetti, the new doctor at the Royal Palace." Jiqiu put the tray on the surviving table, and the next second she turned her head to avoid the teacup flying towards her.

"I don't need the doctor hired by the dirty bastard, get out!"

Ryan stood up from the bay window, and he approached the young man step by step with a bloody whip in his hand.

There was no trace of terror on Jiqiu's face, she raised her head and looked at the brown-haired man in front of her, "I'm just delivering food, Your Highness."

Ryan's face was gloomy. He walked up to the young man and moved his nose, "What's the smell on you?"

"Probably some herbal remnant, I am your father's exclusive doctor." Jiqiu said as he backed away until he reached the cold wall.

Ryan lowered his head, looked at the young man who had just reached his chest, and slowly bent down, smelling the strange smell, and he felt the pain in his brain eased.

Jiqiu calmly let Ryan sniff her neck like a big dog. After a long time, she put her hand into the man's hair and skillfully let his head leave her, "It's time for you to eat , Your Highness."

The man felt a slight tingle in his scalp, and he frowned, but now his mood calmed down, and he just walked to the dining table silently and ate his dinner.

Jiqiu walked to the door, picked up a fallen chair, and sat down directly. The man just paused while eating, and ignored it.

'Family-inherited bipolar disorder, through acquired stimulation, coupled with continuous guidance, caused the condition to become more and more serious. '

Jiqiu looked around at the dull colors in the room. She had taken a criminal psychology analysis class, and the decorations in the room revealed weirdness everywhere.

After Ryan finished his meal, he lowered his head and set the tableware, then looked at the young man who closed his eyes and meditated at the door, "Will you come tomorrow?"

The young doctor opened his obsidian-like eyes, with a gentle smile on his lips, "Does Your Highness want me to come?"

Ryan hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded honestly.

"I will come tomorrow."

In the next few days, Jiqiu delivered dinner to Ryan every day as agreed.

"Why do you only come at night?" Ryan said, looking at the young man sitting on the bay window reading a book. He waited at the door every day for the doctor's arrival.

"Because I am the king's doctor, I have to dispense medicines for him in the morning, cook them for his personal servants in the afternoon, and then have time to deliver meals to you in the evening." Jiqiu held the flip book stick and slid through the well-printed books.

Ryan got up and came to Jiqiu, sitting on her left side, quietly smelling the soothing breath of the doctor, "What are you looking at?"

"Lagrange's "Analytic Function Theory"." Jiqiu spread out the books in his hand for him to read.

Ryan took a look and found that he couldn't understand at all. Ever since he was judged mentally insane at the age of ten, he had interrupted all his studies. Up to now, he could only communicate with people simply, even the etiquette of a prince. He also forgot.

He realized that although the person in front of him was right in front of him, the distance between them was so far away.

"I thought you only read medical books."

"No, I am very interested in any knowledge." Jiqiu replied.

In the [-]th century, France possessed leading mathematical knowledge in Europe, and Paris gathered the world's top mathematicians.

In particular, the Paris Academy of Sciences does not value origin, only focuses on academics. The academy's respectful attitude towards talents has attracted a large number of potential mathematician reserves from other countries who were originally civilians to join.Even though France is now weak diplomatically, it still leads academically.

Jiqiu raised her head and saw Ryan who was depressed, she tentatively said, "If Your Highness doesn't mind, I can teach you this knowledge."

"I hope it doesn't sound so boring." Ryan, who is not sick, is well-behaved and sensible, except that he is too childish in a certain place, but he is also willing to listen to advice.

Jiqiu's goal at the beginning was achieved, and she touched Ryan's cool cheek as a reward, "I will try to make it as interesting as possible."

In the following days, the young doctor acted as a teacher beside Ryan, and she taught the young people the useful knowledge in her brain without reservation.

Jiqiu not only indoctrinates the despised prince with academic knowledge, but also teaches him etiquette and conversation, and even his own ideas.

She watched with satisfaction as the cruel but white paper-like Lean painted her own color.

"Why do religions persecute those heretics?"

Ryan took a quill pen and was working on the test paper sent out on the paper. He looked at the question and asked suddenly.

"Because they want to consolidate their rule, since ancient times, religions have wanted to control the killing power of a country.

Philip IV, the No.11 king of France, worked hard to govern and unified the country, making France a leading position in Europe for a thousand years.

During his reign, he opposed religious interference in politics, assassinated two popes, and turned many popes into puppets. The country has become rich and strong, and everyone loves it. "

Jiqiu sat on the other side of the dining table, marking Ryan's physics test paper with red ink.

"Your Highness, your mechanical force formula is wrong. I will correct it for you. I hope to see your perfect score in the test next week."

After Ryan finished writing the test paper in his hand, he looked at the birds outside the window. Ever since he read those geography books, he yearned more and more for the vast world outside.

"Your Highness, do you want to go out to play?" Jiqiu propped her head and said, she caught a glimpse of the two long swords she secretly brought over today.

"Is it possible?!" Ryan's eyes lit up, and Jiqiu seemed to see the non-existent tail behind him wagging fast.

"You are the master of this palace, as long as you want, you don't need to ask the servant's opinion." Jiqiu said softly.

"Those people locked me up and wouldn't let me out."

Jiqiu stretched out his hand, "Come on, Your Highness, I will take you out to play."

Ryan held the dry and warm hand of the young doctor, watched her push open the door in a normal way, and led him to the back garden of the palace.

"Adrian, how did you do it?"

Ryan ran across the grass with his arms outstretched, feeling the tingle of the sun bathing his face.

"It's not difficult, just take care of those servants." Before entering, Jiqiu gave the guards at the gate a generous tip, asking them to come back at night.

The guards were already familiar with the face of the young man, and they all sincerely admired this man who could restrain the vicious dog. One must know that the chief guard would not be immune to harm from the crazy His Royal Highness Leian.

Every servant in the Royal Palace is willing to give Jiqiu some face, and no one wants to offend a doctor who treats them for free.

When Jiqiu proposed that she take care of Prince Lean alone, the chief guard agreed after thinking for a while. He was just a low-level officer and didn't want to offend the king's personal doctor.

"Your Highness, continue." Jiqiu threw out the epee in her hand, and then she swiftly made a gesture of retracting the sword.

Ryan watched the young man's flowing movements, lowered his head and held the heavy saber in his hand.

"Next, I will teach you how to duel with others. When you are threatened, you can insert it into the enemy's chest." Jiqiu touched the flower sword in his hand and said.

Ryan stared at Jiqiu's every posture without blinking and explained. He tried a set of movements following the youth's movements with a saber, and he felt his chest was about to explode after a while.

"Take a break." Jiqiu looked at Ryan lying on the grass, untied the water glass from his waist and handed it to him.

'Sure enough, we still need to strengthen our physique. 'She was mentally prepared for this. After all, being locked in a room for a long time is worse than the prisoners in the prison, and her physical strength is not even half of her strength.

Ryan propped himself up and took the water glass in Jiqiu's hand, drank the whole bottle of water in one go, wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, "Can I be as good as you in the future?"

"Of course." Jiqiu looked at the slender Laian. The difference in body size cannot be made up for the day after tomorrow. She keeps training her body every day so that her skills will not be suppressed by men.

"The rest time is over, let's continue, Your Highness."