The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

   Chapter 562 Wouldn't it be a pity for you to drink

   Could it be that every time she went to see the Ghost King, Bei Yehan knew about it?

  Then...she secretly glanced sideways, looking at the cup of tonic soup in Qiongqi's hand...

   "Miss Ming, this cup of tonic soup of yours is the right time to give it. Tomorrow is the 5th birthday of the twenty-sixth prince. The Lord is worried that there is no gift to send."

   Qiongqi's voice was extremely soft, but it caused every cold hair on Mingyou's body to stand up.

"no no……"

   She wanted to scream, to stop Bei Yehan from doing so, but when the words came to her lips, she could only swallow them.

   She couldn't let Bei Yehan know what was in the soup, otherwise the ghost king would not spare her, and even Bei Yehan would never look at her big brother again and forgive her.

   "Nothing? You'er, what's wrong with you, why are you so panicked?" Bei Yehan asked softly.

   "No, it's nothing." Mingyou's face was pale, and his silver teeth almost shattered.

   "You'er is just... just... You'er just thinks that on the birthday of the twenty-sixth prince, the Fourth Highness will only send a cup of tonic soup, which may be looked down upon by other princes, so... let's not give it."

  If he really gave this tonic soup to the twenty-sixth prince, then she would really be finished, how could the ghost king spare her?

   There is also Lan Yuruohua, the man looked at the gentle and gentle man, but he was extremely sinister in his bones. She could say without exaggeration that Lan Yuruohua was a bit more sinister than the ghost king!

   "What's more, this tonic soup was specially stewed by You'er for you to drink. If the Fourth Highness gave it away, wouldn't it have failed You'er's thoughts?"

   She was still thinking, Bei Yehan didn't necessarily know what was in the tonic soup, maybe it was just Qiongqi deliberately trying to suppress her, wanting to vent her anger on the woman of Shengchuxin.

   "You'er really bothered, this saint really doesn't know how to thank you." Bei Yehan put one hand on the table and looked at Mingyou.

   Up to now, there is still a fluke mentality? How could there be such a sister? It really made him look good.

   "Bufan is really fortunate to have a good sister like you, and this saint has also benefited a lot."

   Hearing Bei Yehan's words, Mingyou immediately forgot about Bei Yehan's questioning about her Shengchu Xin, and shyly covered her red lips with a brocade, and spoke softly.

   "Fourth Highness, you and You'er's eldest brother are the best friends. Now that the eldest brother is not here, You'er should take care of the Fourth Highness."

   "You'er has worked hard." Bei Yehan said.

   "Fourth Highness, You'er is not working hard, You'er..."

   "Qongqi, Miss San has worked so hard, you give her this cup of tonic soup and let her drink it."

Without waiting for Mingyou to finish speaking, when she heard Bei Yehan's instructions to Qiongqi, her face turned pale all of a sudden, she looked at Qiongqi in disbelief, and saw that he was actually walking towards her, still holding the With that cup of tonic soup.

   "No, no, no."

   She panicked all of a sudden, kept shaking her head, and took a few steps back.

   "Fourth Highness, this is the soup that You'er made specially for you. How can You'er drink it, You'er..."

   "Of course you can't drink it. Wouldn't it be a pity for you to drink such a 'good' soup?"

   Before Mingyou could finish speaking, Bei Yehan interrupted her, and the hint in his tone was very obvious.

  Mingyou's face turned pale when he heard his words.

   "This sage can't imagine that after Lanyu Xianyin, there are still people who dare to touch this sage's diet!"

   His eyes darkened, staring at Mingyou.

   (end of this chapter)