"Thank you, Miss Yiheng, for giving the medicine!"

It was rare to have an opportunity. Prince An glanced at the old ancestor who was sitting opposite him and looking at the door, and spoke up to break the silence.

He thought the ancestor was also worried about things outside the door!

After all, no daughter doesn’t care about reputation!

But how could he know that the ancestor was just thinking about why the Song clan came to cause trouble again?

Suddenly, the ancestor who vaguely noticed that this was abnormal could not help but have various associations.

Just when she heard Prince An talk, she withdrew her gaze and looked at the other party.

"That's a gift."

The ancestor glanced at Prince An, who looked grateful, and answered honestly.

What I mean is that she didn’t give me medicine on purpose!

For a moment, Prince An, who was waiting to reply, was stunned!

Even though he was ready to say something, he was choked now!

The good times behind the ancestor were used to it, and his expression was not turbulent, but he felt a little sympathetic to Prince An in his heart.

Standing behind the wheelchair, Hu Fang, who was lowering his head, was a little embarrassed.

The prince is so passionate!

"After all, it comes from Shangyun Sect Mansion and from the girl's hand. Yi Heng still wants to thank him."

Although it is not yet certain whether the two pills were from the ancestor, Prince An said it sincerely.

After saying that, seeing the ancestor's face full-faced look, he was very sure of this matter.

At the same time, I was also shocked!

How powerful is a person who can refine such a magical medicine?

Prince An himself dared not think deeply!

"I can't repay my kindness. I hope my little thoughts don't dislike you!"

Prince An and Hu Fang came with empty hands when they came. At this time, they took out a few pieces of paper from their sleeves and bent over and handed them to the ancestor.

The paper folds up and down in half, and in terms of color and size, it doesn’t look like a silver note, but rather a house deed or something.

Liangchen glanced at what was in Prince An's hand and then looked at the ancestor.

It happened that at this time, Jing Zhao and Chen Qiong, who had already returned to the hospital, came in a hurry to ask questions.

"Master!"

Chen Qiong stepped into the side hall and glanced at Prince An, who was sitting opposite the ancestor, stretching his hands forward in a wheelchair.

When Prince An heard Chen Qiong's name to the ancestor, he put down his hand and looked at the two of them.

Seeing that Chen Qiong was of high temperament and extraordinary appearance, his whole body exuded a pure aura similar to the ancestor, which made people feel inferior for no reason and wanted to surrender, Prince An felt a little more respectful in his heart.

At this time, Jing Zhao, who stepped into the threshold with a cold face, also turned his head to look at Prince An, his eyes down his face, stared at the legs under the fur blanket without any hesitation, then looked upwards, staying on the sheets of paper.

The excessively sharp eyes made Prince An unable to ignore them, so he looked at Jing Zhao.

This glance made Prince An tremble all over!

I always feel that Jing Zhao gives him a sense of familiarity, but I can't remember where I have seen it!

Furthermore, how could he not remember a person as outstanding as Jing Zhao, extremely aggressive and full of presence?

This made Prince An think hard!

Suddenly, more than thirty years ago, the appearance of a king who was tall and tall was presented to his mind.

Moreover, the person in front of him actually had almost the same appearance as the emperor who was later called the Holy Emperor!

Even his cold and murderous temperament and deep eyes as deep as the abyss are!

Although Prince An was only about ten years old at that time and had only seen that emperor once, he remembered his appearance in his heart.

Even the portrait enshrined in the Jian clan ancestral hall is now written by Prince An, which makes Old Man Jian extremely satisfied.

Seeing Jing Zhao suddenly made Prince An think it was dazzled!

After blinking hard several times, Prince An widened his eyes in shock when he saw Jing Zhao still there.

"you……"

Prince An was shocked and spoke involuntarily.

But after meeting Jing Zhao's indifferent and a little scary look, he didn't have the courage to ask what he was thinking.

Prince An, who woke up, felt overthinking.

Maybe it was just a coincidence!

There is no way that there are two identical people in the world, and that person has been dead for many years!

Furthermore, the person in front of him is still so young!

Reason made Prince An reject the guess in his heart, but he was still a little uneasy!

"Hello, Master!"

Thinking of Old Man Jian, Prince An was even more sure that Jing Zhao’s identity was unusual, so he changed from losing his composure to polite greetings.

But Jing Zhao ignored him and turned around and walked towards the ancestor.

"Master, I heard that the woman is here to cause trouble again?"

Chen Qiong had no favoritism at all for the Song Dynasty, and could even be said to have a deep hatred for the pain.

Now that she is here to make trouble again, Chen Qiong can no longer tolerate it!

"If the disciples don't go and see her, if she doesn't know what's wrong..."

“No need!”

Knowing that Chen Qiong had the idea of ​​killing, the ancestor decisively stopped him.

A mere Song clan is not worthy of dirtying her disciple's hands!

“Master…”

"No need to pay attention, this matter is handled by someone!"

Chen Qiong wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the ancestor.

What she mentioned is naturally referring to Mr. Ye, the cheap father.

The ancestor felt that it was most appropriate for Mr. Ye to come forward, and there was no need for Chen Qiong to go out.

"yes--"

Chen Qiong understood what the ancestor meant, so he stopped insisting.

"Who do you think was instructed?"

Jing Zhao, who used to sit in the seat of the ancestor, spoke straight to the point and asked for his inner guesses.

"I don't know--"

The ancestor looked at him and shook his head slightly.

"Check it! Since you dare to ruin your reputation, you have to pay the price!"

Jing Zhao, who was staring at the ancestor, spoke slowly, but the words he said made Prince An and Hu Fang on the side couldn't help but feel cold.

Although he had just met Jing Zhao for the first time, Prince An was very sure that he was angry!

"This matter is left to me to handle."

Before the ancestor could speak, Jing Zhao had already taken over the matter first.

He thought it was up to him to deal with it!

Moreover, I handle this matter as my grandfather’s husband!

I have to say that he is very thick-skinned!

"what ever!"

Knowing that Jing Zhaozhi was shameless, the ancestor let him go.

All it is said is paid for the rent!

"I'm the one!"

After all, Chen Qiong, as a disciple, has to contribute his own efforts.

"Um--"

It's rare, Jing Zhao didn't refuse.

The people here agreed that Brother Ye, Xingcheng, Yueting, Hanbing, and others who were hiding in the back garden, were immediately exploded when they heard Zhongping's words.
To be continued...