Chapter 971 Qin Zhou Biography 22

While the palace guests were serving refreshments, Qin Zhou turned to Fan Qingyi and asked, "Master Fan came here today. What's the important matter?"

"The common man has nothing important to do. It's just that his health has improved a lot today. I wanted to thank His Majesty for your kindness and take a walk. The common man is a reckless man and is not used to lying down all day." Fan Qingyi explained with some embarrassment.

After saying that, he felt a little regretful, after all, he had heard all the remarks of Prince Xiaoyao. If Qin Zhou was taboo about this, he would probably send someone to send him out of the summer resort soon.

Qin Zhou nodded and responded: "You should indeed move around more. It is also very useful for physical recovery."

Speaking of Fan Qingyi's body, Qin Zhou remembered that the imperial doctor came to report today that Fan Qingyi's body was almost healed.

But it was clear that his body was severely damaged due to poisoning that day, and the imperial doctor even declared that he would stay in bed for at least half a month to recuperate. Unexpectedly, he recovered 70% to 80% in just a few days, which is simply unbelievable.

If Fan Qingyi's injury heals, does that mean he will resign and leave?

Qin Zhou, who had completely forgotten that someone was deliberately approaching him, became worried. Wanting to test his tone first, I put down my teacup and asked, "I wonder if Fan Zhuangshi has ever thought about finding his relatives?"

"Looking for a relative?" Are you really going to drive him away?

Fan Qingyi held the tea cup with his hand for a moment, his mind moved along with the movements of his hand, and his expression gradually became sad, saying: "For so many years, clues have been hard to find, and ordinary people dare not have hope. My teacher also said that ordinary people should not be too concerned about this matter. Persistence.”

For some reason, every time Fan Qingyi mentioned his so-called mentor and his wife, Qin Zhou got angry for no reason. Fan Qingyi's expression was so sincere that it was hard to doubt.

The two people, who were keeping their own thoughts, did not notice that the palace lady had filled the table with exquisite snacks and went down quietly.

Murong Jin, who didn't know what the two adults were thinking, picked a piece of snack and put it in front of Qin Zhou, and said coquettishly: "Mom, the tiger head also wants to be as majestic as Uncle Fan. When Uncle Fan recovers from his injury, you can keep it." Is he teaching Hutou martial arts in the palace?"

If Fan Qingyi hadn't been present, Qin Zhou would have directly asked Murong Jin why he admired this man so much.

Could it be that Fan Qingyi deliberately hid his clumsiness when he rescued their mother and son that day?

Or was there something she missed?

Qin Zhou couldn't help but look at Fan Qingyi: "What do you think, Master Fan?"

Fan Qingyi couldn't bear to refuse this good opportunity, so he could only explain: "The martial arts of Cao Min are not very strong, but the teacher once taught him a set of health-preserving boxing. Practicing boxing from an early age can strengthen the body and improve immunity. If Prince Jin is willing, Cao Min will teach it carefully." Of."

Immunity? Qin Zhou frowned, what does this mean?

"Can you be as strong as Uncle Fan?" Murong Jin seemed to understand and asked in surprise.

"Yeah." Fan Qingyi smiled and nodded. Putting aside those messy factors, he himself liked the little boy Murong Jin very much. As a prince, he is not squeamish or overbearing at all, he is kind and innocent, which shows that his parents are not bad at all.

When Murong Jin heard this, he was very excited. He hugged Qin Zhou's arm tightly and asked, "Mom, is this okay?"

Qin Zhou couldn't stand his coquettishness, and this was a good way to get Fan Qingyi to stay. It was too late for her to agree, so she quickly said: "Okay, okay, I'll wait until Uncle Fan gets better." People arrange it.”

"Uncle Fan, you need to get better soon!"

"How could a commoner be the teacher of Prince Jin..." Fan Qingyi was about to refuse. His original intention was to teach him the improved version of Military Style Boxing, not to directly accept him as his disciple.

Qin Zhou interrupted him, stared at him closely, and asked with a half-smile, "Master Fan Zhuang, did your master have any last words saying that you are not allowed to accept disciples?"

"No, no." Fan Zhuangshi, who was interrupted, replied subconsciously.

Qin Zhou's lips curled up slightly: "That's good."