Zhan Qingyue's pair of almond-shaped eyes looked at the flesh-red oval face in front of her, with the sparkling beautiful eyes under her eyebrows. The exotic Princess Yunmeng had no expression on her face.
"You are the so-called talent from the Great Zhou Kingdom. You have a face but no cheeks and a butt but no butt. That's all."
Princess Yunmeng was angry and rolled her eyes at Zhan Qingyue.
"When did my brother, the prince, have such bad taste? How can you be called a talent?"
Zhan Qingyue looked at the woman in front of him without saying a word, and murmured in her heart. Could it be that she had some misunderstanding of the word talent?
The Crown Prince of Bei Chu looked unhappy. He waved to Princess Yunmeng and said, "Sister Yunmeng, please don't be rude. This is a guest from afar. You can't disgrace our Bei Chu royal family." .”
Yunmeng snorted coldly, with a delicate and artificial look, clinging to the arm of the Prince of Beichu, and said delicately: "Brother Prince, I am telling the truth. Is she just a talent? She is not as good as me. She’s so beautiful, Brother Prince, when did your vision change to this? Does she still want to be my royal sister-in-law?”
Zhan Qingyue turned her head away silently. She held her forehead helplessly. Sure enough, the melon seeds in the head of the princess were filled with thatch. What were they talking about!
The prince of Beichu blushed even more and kept coughing, trying to cover up his embarrassment.
"Sister Yunmeng, don't talk nonsense."
"Master Zhan, please forgive Sister Yunmeng, she...she means no harm."
The prince of Beichu tried his best to explain, but his eyes were getting darker and darker.
He simply stopped talking nonsense and sent Princess Yunmeng away directly.
Zhan Qingyue felt relieved.
In this foreign country, having one less enemy and one more friend can reduce the risk.
Prince Beichu also wanted to introduce the situation of the royal family to Zhan Qingyue, but he didn't want the grand master to rush here in a hurry.
"Prince Yunlai, please let me meet this guest who has come from afar. I have something urgent to ask of you."
The prince of Beichu still respected this grand master very much, and immediately asked his servants to invite the grand master in.
As soon as the Grand Master came in, he knelt down towards Zhan Qingyue without even looking around with his cloudy eyes.
Zhan Qingyue was startled by his sudden move and quickly moved to the side to avoid his salute.
"Master, what do you mean by this? If you have something to say, why can't you kneel down when you come up?"
The Prince of Beichu was nagging, casting an apologetic look at Zhan Qingyue, and then helped the Grand Master up.
I saw the Grand Master's wrinkled face filled with tears, and he performed a ritual unique to Bei Chu toward Zhan Qingyue.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, Lord of Zhan County, please save my poor child. I have been seeking medical treatment everywhere, and now I am finally able to meet doctors with superb medical skills, so I risk my life to come here. I hope that Your Highness the Crown Prince can understand what I am doing." The heart of an old father.”
Upon hearing this, the Prince of Beichu sighed and explained a few words to Zhan Qingyue.
It turned out that the Grand Master's son had been suffering from deficiencies since he was born. Doctors had long predicted that he would not survive to adulthood. Now he has been surviving year after year, and he is about to reach adulthood, but he is also on the verge of death, which is extremely difficult.
Zhan Qingyue was very moved when she heard this.
As a doctor, the other party has already asked for help at the door, so naturally there is no reason to push it out.
Without hesitation, Zhan Qingyue followed the Grand Master to the Grand Master's Mansion to check on his son's illness.
When the grand master learned that his son's illness could be cured, he burst into tears and bowed to Zhan Qingyue again and again, treating her as a guest.
Compared with Zhan Qingyue's experience in Beichu, Han Yiyun was much more miserable.
At this time, Han Yiyun was being chased all the way, and the guards he brought with him were scattered and disappeared.
Now Han Yiyun is the only one left who is still on the run.
He could never figure out who might want to kill him.
Just when Han Yiyun was puzzled, he encountered another group of people blocking the road and questioning him with a portrait.
The person on the portrait was clearly Han Yiyun.
Judging by the way they were dressed, they were clearly members of the local aristocratic families, and ordinary people would not dare to provoke them at all.
When I saw someone, I would either stay away from them, or they would politely take out my road guide and household registration.
Han Yiyun sighed helplessly, but there was only one way from here, and there was no way to take a detour.
When others didn't notice him, Han Yiyun hurriedly hid in a hidden place, took out the brush he carried with him, dipped it in saliva, drew his eyebrows thicker, and styled his hair style with bangs again.
As soon as they finished doing this, the group of interrogators came over.
Han Yiyun's little heart almost burst out of his chest. He looked around nervously and saw a dead body that had been swollen from soaking lying in a ditch nearby.
He jumped into the ditch without hesitation and lay down next to the dead body, turning his face sideways, pretending to be dead for a long time.
After finally waiting for the interrogator to go away, Han Yiyun took it out from beside the dead body.
He was walking aimlessly on the road and saw a caravan passing by. Han Yiyun quickly wiped two handfuls of ashes from the ground, touched his neck and face dirty, and blended in with the caravan.
He followed the caravan all the way and finally entered the capital of Beichu.
In the palace, Prince Beichu hurriedly broke into the inn where Zhan Qingyue was staying temporarily.
He looked at Zhan Qingyue with a sad face, his lips moved, and it took him a long time to say a word.
"Zhan County Lord, your...your husband Han Yiyun is dead...dead. The people I sent out found his body. They have brought the body back. How about you..."
Prince Beichu spoke with difficulty, unable to say anything that would invite her to go see the corpse together.
Zhan Qingyue's eyes were red and she shed two lines of tears. She stood up slowly and looked at the Prince of Beichu with a serious face.
"Can you...take me to see it?"
Bei Chutai nodded solemnly.
Zhan Qingyue looked at the body that was simply covered with a piece of white cloth on the ground. She gently lifted the white cloth on it, and tears fell down in just a moment.
The person inside is not Han Yiyun at all, how nice!
He must still be alive.
Zhan Qingyue suppressed this thought in her heart and pretended to be very sad.
When the Prince of Beichu saw this, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable and didn't want to see her like this.
"Zhan County Lord, people cannot be resurrected after death. Please express your condolences."
He stepped forward to support Zhan Qingyue, and the concern in his eyes didn't seem like he was telling lies.
From that day on, the Prince of Beichu always stayed by Zhan Qingyue's side and was so attentive that others misunderstood him.
Even in the entire capital of Bei Chu, rumors have spread that Zhan Qingyue is the future crown concubine of the crown prince of Bei Chu.
