"I said, Your Majesty, I worked so hard that I finally saved your woman. You don't even treat me to a meal or a drink? Butler Lin, go and kill that woman in your palace."
Take out the jar of plum blossom wine, I want to drink a few cups!"
Song Yichen was leaning on the armrest of the chair, with a lazy and carefree look, and he was giving orders as if he was the master of the palace. He didn't care that the famous cold prince Xuanyuan Qing was sitting in front of him.
God, this palace is the master.
Xuanyuan Qingtian, who was originally resting on the back of the chair, raised his handsome eyebrows slightly after hearing Song Yichen's carefree words. His wise eyes, as deep as a cold pool, instantly became cold and sharp. He looked warily.
He looked at Song Yichen who was still very timid, but the expression on his face did not change at all, he was still as calm as water!
"Yes, I will go immediately."
The experienced Butler Lin only glanced at Prince Xuanyuan Qingtian, looked at Prince Xuanyuan Qingtian's handsome face without any expression, and immediately responded.
Since the prince didn't object, of course he complied, and Song Yichen didn't know that it was the first time he asked him to bring him wine.
"Slave, please prepare the food and drinks now."
The clever Xiao Lin over there also immediately answered, and after speaking, she also walked out with Butler Lin.
"Tell me something." After everyone had retreated, Xuanyuan Qingtian frowned slightly and asked coldly.
"Have you given the medicine to the princess?"
Song Yichen suddenly sat upright and looked at Xuanyuan Qingtian with a serious expression. There was no doubt in his tone, but confirmation.
"What's wrong? This is the ointment you gave me last time. I applied it to her. It worked very well last time."
Xuanyuan Qingtian raised his eyebrows. This ointment was good for his last stab wound, but it couldn't be good for whip wounds, right? Could it be...
"What happened to the ointment?"
After all, Xuanyuan Qingtian grew up in a palace full of intrigues, and his intelligence immediately reminded him that there was something wrong with the ointment. Otherwise, Song Yichen would not have mentioned the ointment properly, let alone blame him for secretly helping Duan Mumin.
Ya put on ointment.
He was even willing to use Wanying Pain Relief Ointment on Duanmu Minya, so why would he care about this saprophytic muscle removal ointment? So he immediately thought that there was something wrong with the ointment.
"Show me the ointment. I want to make sure."
Song Yichen looked at Xuanyuan Qingtian with a heavy face. He hoped that he had smelled it wrong. If he was really sure that there was something wrong with the ointment, then... Thinking of this, Song Yichen did not dare to think about it any more.
Over there, Xuanyuan Qingtian seemed to have suddenly thought of such a serious problem. His face suddenly turned livid, his lips were pursed tightly, and his thick eyebrows were drawn together. With heavy steps, he found a white jade bottle from the cabinet on the far left of the room.
He handed it to Song Yichen, who had the same serious look on his face.