Chapter 957: The Legend of Qin Zhou 8

Although Qin Zhou was attacked at the Summer Resort, he had no intention of going back to the palace, which caused a group of ministers to rush over again. They knelt at the gate of Qin Zhou's courtyard early in the morning to beg to see her, and wanted to invite her back.

It was rare for Murong Jin to come, so Qin Zhou would not be willing to go back. She managed to deal with this group of people, and dealt with some government affairs, so she was free to come to Fan Qingyi's side in the afternoon.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Fan Qingyi sitting in the yard basking in the sun, playing with the ring, looking very comfortable.

"Fan Zhuangshi, how is your health today?"

Seeing that Qin Zhou was coming, Fan Qingyi stood up and saluted.

"Thanks to Your Majesty's blessings, Cao Min's injury is still fine." After speaking, he covered his chest with his hands and coughed twice.

His complexion was fair to begin with, and his lips were bloodless, so the coughing several times at this time did feel very serious.

Qin Zhou hurriedly helped him up, and said with a worried face: "The imperial doctor said that the assassin's poison has been cured, but after all, he has already hurt his vitality, and it won't be healed in a few months. Before the body recovers, you don't have to go with me when you see me." I salute."

"The grassroots obey." Fan Qingyi's lips curled up slightly, Qin Zhou's words were exactly what he wanted.

The two sat down with their own thoughts, and the eunuch at the side put the soup in their hands.

"This is the Shiquan Dabu soup that I ordered someone to prepare for you. Drink it while it's hot." Qin Zhou filled it out with his own hands and handed it to Fan Qingyi.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, grass people." The majestic king of a country actually served him soup with his own hands. Fan Qingyi thanked him repeatedly and took it.

Before taking it in, Fan Qingyi smelled a sweet and greasy smell, and the medicine in the bowl was black and shiny, like oil mixed with pure dark chocolate sauce.

Fan Qingyi's face was a little stiff. He didn't like sweets the least. This bowl of black food seemed a little hard to swallow, but Qin Zhou was staring at him expectantly...

Holding his breath and drinking it in one gulp, Fan Qingyi almost didn't hang up here on the spot.

If it wasn't for the soul-destroying ring in his hand that didn't detect the toxicity, he really would have thought it was a bowl of poison.

This so-called Shiquan Dabu soup is quite impressive and has an endless aftertaste. Numb, spicy, greasy and bitter, it is comparable to swallowing a few catties of chili dark chocolate oil that is almost agglomerated.

"Fan Zhuangshi, how do you feel? This is specially prepared by the imperial doctors. The ingredients are all top-quality. It should be made into a bowl with ten pots. The effect should be good?" This bowl of Shiquan Dabu Tang was strongly requested by the ministers. What Qin Zhou drank was said to be a secret recipe handed down from the royal family of the desert a long time ago. The imperial doctors read all kinds of classics and spent several hours finally brewing it. The curative effect should be quite significant.

Fan Qingyi poured two cups of tea in succession before recovering, with a hoarse voice: "Caomin, I feel okay."

"I saw that the complexion on your face has indeed improved a lot. If it wasn't for the tonic that you can't drink more, I would have asked the Imperial Hospital to send over a bowl every day. The tonic soup is fine, let the imperial dining room make more suitable medicinal meals." Qin Zhou was very satisfied, and turned to tell the eunuch beside him.

"Cough, cough, cough! No... No need, Caomin also thinks that one bowl is enough. You can eat as usual, otherwise Caomin may overdo it." Fan Qingyi almost choked to death on the tea.

If it weren't for Qin Zhou's serious expression, he would really have thought that she was taking revenge instead of repaying a favor.

Qin Zhou agreed after thinking for a while, and she was also afraid that Fan Qingyi would not be loved.

The two of them lost their topic for a while, and the air suddenly became quiet.

"His Majesty……"

"Fan Zhuangshi..."