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

Consider what he said?

Ting He stared at Jing Hong's leaving back, secretly thinking about what Jing Hong said for Zhan Yungui to consider, he was inexplicably lost, and didn't realize that Zhan Yungui had already walked beside him.

Zhan Yungui quietly looked at Ting He in a daze, wondering when he would recover.

In the end, I got really impatient to wait, and reached out to lift Ting He's broken hair hanging by his ears, and gently brushed behind his ears——

So reluctant to leave him?

Ting He was startled by the action of brushing his hair, and when he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but find it funny when he saw Zhan Yungui's mouth shape.

"The minister is just thinking about something. If there is anyone who the minister can't bear, it should be His Highness."

Hearing these words, Zhan Yungui was satisfied.

Taking advantage of the situation, Ting He asked about Jing Hong: "Your Highness, what is the matter of General Jing coming today?"

With a calm expression, Zhan Yungui took Ting He's left hand, and used his right index finger to trace the word "poison" stroke by stroke on Ting He's palm.

"Poison?" Ting He was slightly surprised, but quickly realized that Zhan Yungui was referring to the poison that made him unable to speak, and would suddenly go berserk on the fifteenth of every month, like a mad dog.

After all, Zhan Yungui was not born with insanity, it could only be because of a strange and highly poisonous poison in his body.

Zhan Yungui was not surprised when he saw that Tinghe quickly came to understand, and continued to explain——

General Jing went to the border, not only to defend his country, but also to search for famous doctors for me.

Ordinary people can't bear to be eroded by the poison every month, not to mention that Zhan Yun, who is a prince, has been made things difficult for many years, and he wants to recover as soon as possible.

"Did General Jing find a famous doctor for His Highness this time?" Ting He asked impatiently.

Zhan Yungui nodded, but when Ting He just opened his smile, he couldn't help opening his mouth to add.

——But there is no guarantee that I will be cured.

If the poison on Zhan Yungui's body was so easy to get rid of, it wouldn't have dragged on for many years. In the end, before he could be healed, he died in the open and secret struggle between the princes.

Perhaps, he can join forces with Jing Hong to find a cure for Zhan Yungui's poison.Ting He couldn't help thinking, and returned to Zhan Yun with a firm tone: "Even if the treatment is not good this time, there will be a next time, next time, until His Highness is cured."

"Chen, do what you say."

Zhan Yungui was slightly taken aback, and soon a slight smile appeared on his lips, and the red mole on his cheek became even brighter.

Like the plum blossoms blooming in winter, it is chilling and moving, and it is so beautiful.

Without saying a word, he took Ting He's hand and walked to the bedside to sit down, then took Ting He's right hand that was scratched by him yesterday, and gently untied the gauze tied on it.

Two red and swollen scratches suddenly appeared in Zhan Yungui's sight.

Ting He's skin is white, and his hands are as delicate as jade, so the two red marks are very obvious.

Zhan Yungui watched, his expression became more solemn, and the smile on his face disappeared again.

Ting He took the initiative to comfort and said: "Your Highness, it's just a small injury. The doctor said it will be fine in a few days, so as not to cause serious problems."

As he said that, he wanted to take his hand out of Zhan Yungui's.

But there was no twitch for a moment.

As if afraid of hurting Ting He, Zhan Yungui carefully brushed the red mark on the back of Ting He's hand. After a moment of silence, he suddenly leaned over and made an unexpected movement for Ting He.

Zhan Yungui put Tinghe's right hand to his lips, with his lips parted slightly, he stuck out the tip of his tongue, and licked it from the back of his hand little by little.

The tip of the tongue is rosy, the red mole is burning the eyes, the bridge of the nose is high, the jaw is exquisitely curved, and the warm breath is clearly sprayed on the back of Ting He's hand.

The actions of the person in front of him at this time deeply stimulated Ting He.

He exclaimed: "Your Highness!"

Zhan Yungui pressed Tinghe's struggling right hand, frowned, and said dissatisfiedly——

Don't move around, I heard Mingzhu said, this will make the wound heal faster.

Tinghe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he didn't know whether to blame Mingzhu for telling Zhan Yungui all the inexplicable things, or whether he was angry at himself and thought of going elsewhere because of Zhan Yungui's simple actions.

His cheeks were gradually stained with an unnatural blush, and his charming peach eyes were also covered with mist, as if he had been bullied by someone.

Unable to stop Zhan Yungui's actions, Ting He had no choice but to talk about other things, trying to divert his attention.

"Your Highness, I'm here today because I actually want to discuss something about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Ting He thought about it, and told what he knew about Prince Zhan Yuncheng's plan.

The prince Zhan Yuncheng has coveted the throne for many years, in order to stabilize his position as the prince, he has done some sinister and vicious things these years.

It's just that he has so many tricks that he hasn't left any clues so far, and he was caught.

Otherwise, it's just that Qi Wei, the son of a supervisor, can bully the prince, how could it be possible that no word of it has reached the emperor for so many years.

But this time, Prince Zhan Yuncheng joined hands with a Wanyi in the emperor's harem to try to frame Zhan Yungui and put him to death.

"So, Your Highness, what are your plans?"

At the end, Tinghe watched Zhan Yungui's expression carefully, and was even ready to be questioned by Zhan Yungui why he knew these things.

However, Zhan Yungui still concentrated on "treating" Tinghe, as if he didn't hear what Tinghe was saying.

Ting He had no choice but to say, "Your Highness, it's okay, if you keep licking it, the wound of the minister will soak up."

Although he didn't know what bubble hair meant, Zhan Yungui could feel that this word was not a good word.

So he stopped, took out a roll of clean gauze, and bandaged Tinghe again.

It wasn't until everything was done that he seriously thought about what Ting He said.

What Ting He had thought in advance was that no matter what decision Zhan Yungui made, he would always defend Zhan Yungui from the prince's framing and avoid this imprisoning calamity.

Although this will go against the original intention of Master to enter the secret realm to practice.

Zhan Yungui thought for a while, then looked into Shangtinghe's eyes seriously, and opened his mouth seriously.

—Sir, the student has a question to ask.

Seeing Zhan Yungui's rarely solemn expression, Ting He couldn't help but put on a bit of solemnity.

"Excuse me, Your Highness."

——If students also want to compete, what do you think, sir?

Zhan Yun Guigui is the prince, and the only thing left to fight for is the throne.

There was a moment of silence in the room, but it was soon broken by Ting He's chuckle.

To be honest, Tinghe was very happy to see Zhan Yungui asking him such a question, and if he dared to ask him such a question, he must have some thoughts about the throne in his heart.

You must know that if he hadn't entered the master's secret realm and everything had been done step by step, the third prince "Zhan Yungui" would have tragically died in the battle for the throne among the princes without any resistance.

Ting He said: "Your Highness, this subject is the Taifu appointed by His Majesty. From the moment Your Majesty orders me to teach, this subject is on His Highness's side."

"No matter what His Highness wants to do, I will stand by His Highness's side."

"So", Ting He curled his lips into a chuckle, and Zhan Yungui's handsome face was clearly reflected in his eyes, "Is Your Highness satisfied with the minister's answer?"

The corners of Zhan Yungui's lips curled up, and he answered slowly.

——It is acceptable.

Although the road ahead is difficult, but with someone by my side, I don't feel bitter.

After January, the first day of the first month.

This day is not only the beginning of the year, but also the emperor's birthday, which can be described as double happiness.

Before dawn, Ting He drove towards the Forbidden City in a carriage.

On the east side of the Meridian Gate, go to the Hall of Supreme Harmony together with other officials to congratulate.

Emperor Zhan Yuan, dressed in formal attire, entered the Hall of Supreme Harmony slowly in Zhonghe Shaoyue.

Although Zhan Yuan looked happy and radiant.However, with two gray hairs at the temples, black eyes and vain footsteps, it can be seen that he has been indulging in sensuality for a long time, and his body has gradually been hollowed out.

Ting He's impression of Emperor Zhan Yuan was neither good nor bad. He was a bit lecherous, but he could be regarded as a good emperor.He has been in power for many years, and he has worked hard and never let up.

Afterwards, in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, there were music playing, seat setting, and birthday gifts offered by princes and ministers in turn.

When everything was over and the emperor entertained all his ministers, it was already dark.

Ting He breathed a sigh of relief silently. After this set of etiquette, he stood dryly for a whole day, and he was really tired and panicked.

After refusing the invitation of several civil servants to go to the banquet together, Ting He approached Jing Hong, the commander of the Weiyuan Army.

Although he was just idle this month, in private, he took the initiative to find Jing Hong several times for the sake of Zhan Yun's return.

Jing Hong learned that when he was guarding the border, Zhan Yungui was bullied in the palace, and while he was deeply remorseful, he was also filled with resentment, saying that he was too much of a bully!

Since then, he has completely reached a united front with Tinghe.

Ting He whispered to Jing Hong while walking: "General Jing, for tonight's matter, General Lao will be the one."

He was referring to the frame-up of the prince tonight.

One month ago, after Tinghe confirmed that Zhan Yungui wanted to fight for the throne, he immediately discussed with Zhan Yungui how to deal with it.

Among them, Jing Hong's help is indispensable.

Jing Hong understood, "It's just using the way of the other, and applying it to the other. It's also thanks to Lord Ting's supernatural powers, knowing their plans in advance, so we can prepare early."

When it comes to this matter, Jing Hong really admires Ting He, and being able to get news from the seamless prince is considered very understanding.

Ting He smiled slightly, but did not respond.

After all, if you look closely, he just took advantage of having one more memory than everyone else.

Ting He turned to talk about another matter.

"Is there any news about the medicine woman from the Western Regions who treated His Highness?"

"Not at all." Jing Hong shook his head, sighed, his face full of vicissitudes, "The old woman said that His Highness has been deeply poisoned, and she has nothing to do..."

Ting He's heart sank slightly.

The power of the secret realm is so powerful that not everything can be solved easily.

Now he and his master are just mortals in the secret realm, without the magical powers, they can only live according to the fate of mortals.

"That's it... It seems that we can only find another cleverness." Ting He's heart was heavy, but he didn't intend to give up just yet.

The world is so big, there is always a way to heal Zhan Yungui.

"Oh, that's the only way to go." Having experienced a lot, Jing Hong has become numb to the fact that Zhan Yungui is difficult to heal. Although it hurts, he will not give up easily like Ting He.

While talking, the two had arrived at the banquet hall.