It is said that Master is a recipient [Quick Transmigration]

After turning a few turns, Ting He saw several palace servants serving in Chonghua Palace, all of them were old and faded, with expressionless faces, and only bowed their heads when he approached.

Led by these courtiers, Ting He carried Zhan Yungui into the bedroom.

In the sleeping hall, the tallow trees on both sides were closed tightly, making the interior appear dark and gloomy.

An Eight Immortals table in the middle is covered with an old tablecloth and a pair of celadon tea sets.On the left side of the hall is a carved beech bed, and on the right side is a bookshelf table, and a landscape portrait hangs on the wall next to the bookshelf.

Putting Zhan Yungui gently on the bed, Tinghe ordered the palace people to find clean clothes, and at the same time undressed Zhan Yungui, preparing to wipe his body with a dry cloth.

On this cold day, Zhan Yungui didn't wear many clothes, and the hem of the clothes was a little damaged.

He removed Zhan Yungui's clothes in two or three strokes, and Ting He's fingers froze when he saw the opponent's upper body covered in bruises.

Not to mention the obvious burns on the thin body, the bruises left by punching and kicking are even more frightening!

There are still several welt marks left recently!

Ting He's mouth was suddenly bitter, and he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

Master Ji Yueguangfeng is admired by thousands of people in the cultivation world, and he is considered to be caring for him.

Even if he was coveted by others because of his natural body, he is still proud, and he resolutely embarked on the ruthless path, shocking the world.

Tinghe knew that Master would suffer in every life in the secret realm of the Ruthless Dao, so he could help him to be heartless.However, after he saw the sufferings that Master suffered with his own eyes, he felt another feeling.

It was more uncomfortable than when he just woke up and learned that he was about to die again.

Thinking of this, Ting He couldn't help but start to worry about the poison in his body. Although he entered the secret realm of Master's cultivation, it is said that practitioners will not have the memory of being a monk.

In addition to the hard work that Master has already endured, how can he help him?

Maybe it was a little cold, Zhan Yungui, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, frowned subconsciously, and tremblingly grabbed Ting He's fingers hanging by his side.

The lips moved up and down, as if to say: "It's so cold..."

It was as if someone had disturbed Tinghe's heartstrings with his hands.

Ting He immediately held Zhan Yungui's cold palm, and suddenly, a clear thought came to his mind——

Since the master can't help him, then he will help the master!

Maybe he can still get the approval of the master, and he is willing to sacrifice his life to save his life?

The more Ting He thought about it, the more he felt that it would work, his eyes flickered slightly, and the fingers holding Zhan Yungui's palm shook, gently rubbing against the back of the opponent's hand, as if comforting, and muttered to himself.

"Master, what's the point of cultivating the ruthless way to destroy the world, why not come with me..."

Anyway, the villains who coveted Zhan Yungui in the book will be dealt with by the hero in the end, so...

Master, why don't you find another way to cultivate yourself.

This is the ruthless way, it doesn't matter if you don't cultivate it.

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After the next morning morning.

Ting He was always thinking about Zhan Yungui, absently bid farewell to a few colleagues who came to fight the autumn wind, and hurried towards Chonghua Palace.

Zhan Yungui did not wake up yesterday, and not long after he called the imperial doctor to take Zhan Yungui's pulse and take medicine, Ting He also left.

I don't know now, what happened to Master?

"My lord."

A soft call interrupted Ting He's thoughts. He raised his eyes and looked at the place where the sound came from, and saw the prince who was dressed in court clothes but was still very luxurious standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

Prince Zhan Yuncheng.

His mother and concubine are the most beloved concubines of today's emperor, and his grandfather is the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, with a very profound background.

According to legend, when he was young, he went to the enemy's country with the general of Zhen Guo, and won many victories with his ingenuity.In addition, he was born with a good appearance, humble and polite, and could bear the word of arrogance.

It was completely different from what Tinghe saw in Chonghua Palace yesterday.

Sure enough, the rumors are not credible.Thinking so, Ting He bowed his head and saluted him: "His Royal Highness."

"Master Ting, why do you need to be so disrespectful?"

Zhan Yuncheng walked up to Tinghe in twos and twos, held Tinghe's arms to help him up, and said with a smile: "I thought that since the conversation invitation yesterday, I have become friends with Mr. Ting, now look Come, it's just my wishful thinking."

Who is friends with a hypocrite who is not as good as you?Ting He secretly slandered, but didn't show it on his face.

"I don't dare, it's just that there is a difference between the emperor and the minister. This is just the duty of the minister." Ting He said indifferently, and then changed the subject, "I don't know why the Crown Prince is looking for the minister?"

Zhan Yuncheng said: "What? Can't you find Mr. Ting if you have nothing to do?"

Ting He replied without changing his expression: "Don't dare."

Seeing Ting He's recalcitrance, Zhan Yuncheng smiled helplessly: "Your Majesty Ting is so young, how come he is exactly the same as those stubborn old men in the court. Come on, I really have something to say when I come to you."

"After I learned yesterday that Lord Ting was teaching the third brother according to the order of my father, I thought about it and thought that there are some things that Lord Ting should know."

Ting He's heart moved slightly, and he raised his heels to catch up with Zhan Yungui, who was walking slowly forward, and listened attentively, with a serious expression of wishing to hear more about it.

Zhan Yungui was satisfied in his heart, and his face became more amiable, and he spoke slowly about Zhan Yungui.

"Back then, Yao Ji's dance made a sensation in the entire capital, and my father was also obsessed with her, and my third brother died as soon as Yao Ji was born, and happened to encounter a severe drought that was rare in a hundred years, so my father didn't want to see my third brother. .”

"The third younger brother is relatively withdrawn and doesn't like to get along with others. Previously, I wanted to make the third younger brother happy, so I specially recruited technicians from the Western Regions from outside the palace. Unexpectedly, the third younger brother would go crazy when he saw people and scare them away."

As if mentioning the worry, Zhan Yungui couldn't help but sighed again and again, "Afterwards, no one dared to see the third younger brother anymore, so I had to bring someone to visit him every month."

Ting He has never seen such a brazen person.

It is clear that he brought his lackeys to humiliate Zhan Yungui and took pleasure in it, and when he said it, it turned into a warm drama of an elder brother caring for his younger brother.

What's more, they said that Zhan Yungui was unknown, and getting close to Zhan Yungui would only make him unlucky, and his intention was obvious.

Pretending not to understand the meaning of the prince's words, Ting He sighed: "The prince is benevolent."

Zhan Yuncheng shook his head slightly, "It's nothing, these are what I should do. When I mentioned these things, I just wanted to remind Mr. Ting that my third brother's madness does not distinguish between people, and Mr. Wang Ting careful."

What a reminder, I am afraid it is a warning.

It just so happened that Tinghe didn't like this.

The corners of Ting He's lips were turned up, and the slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes seemed to be filled with a spring of water, filled with dots of smiles, which were extraordinarily bright.

"Thank you, His Royal Highness, for your concern. I know this, and I am not afraid."

Are you not afraid...

Hearing this, Zhan Yuncheng's right foot was slightly stagnant, and the smile that was always on his face seemed to be stiff.

It was the first time he heard someone answer like that, and for other people, just hearing Zhan Yungui's name, he would be so frightened that the shit would go away.

However, as a prince, Zhan Yuncheng had never seen such a big storm, so he quickly straightened his expression and squeezed out a sentence: "It's so good."

"In the future, if Lord Ting needs anything, you can come to my palace for help."

Ting He nodded: "Okay, the minister is here, thank you His Highness the Crown Prince."

It is freezing cold in winter, and the breath out of walking quickly condenses into a white mist.

All the palaces in the palace lit up charcoal fires early on to keep warm, but the Chonghua Palace was deserted and deserted, without any trace of warmth.

Ting He stepped on the stone ladder and pushed open the gate of the Chonghua Palace. What he saw was still the pond with thin ice floating, but today there was no one who was an eyesore, and only one palace servant was left cleaning the fallen leaves.

The palace servant was obviously startled by the sound of Ting He entering the door, and saluted him respectfully.

"Slave Mingzhu has met Lord Ting."

It was the slave who kowtowed desperately to protect the Lord.

Ting He was quite impressed with this person, he didn't see his face clearly yesterday, but now he looks carefully at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and his appearance is pretty handsome, but there is a bruise on his forehead, which looks a little shocking.

Ting He couldn't help but be gentle to him, "Get up."

Ming Zhu responded softly, but still bowed, obsequiously.

Ting He looked around and saw that there was no one else in the yard except Mingzhu, so he asked, "Why are you the only one? Where are the other people who serve the Third Prince?"

Mingzhu looked serious: "Aunt Lulian, Aunt Luhe, and Aunt Luye went to the clothes washing bureau early in the morning. Eunuch Li and Eunuch Zhang went to get black charcoal for heating, and Eunuch Zhao went to..."

Like falling beans, Mingzhu told Tinghe what the other servants of the Chonghua Palace were doing without any concealment. Tinghe listened for a long time, and looked at Mingzhu with more pity.

This silly boy was obviously bullied, how long would it take to get the charcoal fire?

Ting He made up his mind in his heart that he had to pick a time to beat these ignorant palace servants for Zhan Yungui.

"Well, I already know, I'm sorry to trouble you." Ting He gently patted Ming Zhu's shoulder, and said with the flattered expression on the other side: "Have you boiled the medicine for the third prince? Go and get it, Ben." The officer is now going to see how the third prince is doing."

"Yes." Mingzhu hurriedly put down his work, and went to fetch Tinghe the medicine that Zhan Yungui had been decocting early in the morning.

Holding the tray steadily with both hands, Ting He followed the path he walked yesterday to Zhan Yun's bedroom and knocked on the door politely three times.

"His Royal Highness Third Prince, Chen Tinghe, please see me if you have anything to do."

Ting He waited at the door for a while, seeing that there was no movement inside, and was wondering if Zhan Yungui was still asleep, when suddenly there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground inside the door, accompanied by a muffled groan.

Ting He's expression froze, and he knocked open the door with his elbow.

"Your Highness, you are fine..." Before he could finish his words, Ting He caught off guard and met a pair of eyes full of vigilance.

The third prince was on guard all over, with his long hair hanging loose on the ground, his back leaning against the edge of the bed, the mattress fell all over the floor, and the clothes hanging on his body could barely cover him.

Tinghe's movement of entering the room stopped immediately, and almost subconsciously swept towards Zhan Yungui's body, and when he swept past a certain place, he paused.

Ting He: "..."

Zhan Yungui: "..."

The author has something to say: Ting He: I really didn't see anything! (Covering his eyes with his hands, peeking quietly through his fingers.jpg

Zhan Yungui: ...

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