Chapter 976: Qin Zhouzhuan 22

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Taking advantage of the palace people's refreshments, Qin Zhou turned to ask Fan Qingyi: "Fan Zhuang is coming today, I don't know what's the matter?"
"Cao Min didn't have much to do, but he was much better today. I wanted to thank His Majesty Long En and walked around. Cao Min was a man who was not very used to lying all day." Fan Qingyi explained a little embarrassedly.
Afterwards, he regretted it a little bit, after all, he also heard all the remarks of the Lord Xiaoyao. If Qin Zhou taboos these, I am afraid that he will soon be sent to send him out of the summer resort.
Qin Zhou nodded and replied: "It is indeed necessary to move around more, which is also very useful for the recovery of the body."
Speaking of Fan Qingyi's body, Qin Zhou remembered that the Royal Doctor came to report today that Fan Qingyi's body was almost fine.
But obviously that day he was seriously damaged due to poisoning, and the doctor also asserted that he would stay in bed for at least half a month. Unexpectedly, he recovered 70% to 80% in just a few days, which is incredible.
If Fan Qingyi's injury is cured, does it mean that he will resign?
Qin Zhou, who had forgotten that someone was deliberately approaching himself, was also worried. I wanted to probe his tone first, put down the teacup, and asked, "I wonder if Fan Zhuang has thought of finding relatives?"
"Looking for relatives?" Was it really going to drive him away?
Fan Qingyi held the teacup's hand, and his thoughts turned gradually with the movement of his hand, and his expression gradually felt sad. Perseverance. "
Somehow, every time Fan Qingyi mentioned his so-called mentor and his wife, Qin Zhou was inexplicably angry. Fan Qingyi's expression is so sincere and unbelievable.
The two people who had their own concerns did not notice that the palace people had filled the table with exquisite dim sum and whispered.
I do n’t know what Murong Jin thought of the two adults. He picked a piece of dim sum and placed it in front of Qin Zhou. Coquettishly said: "A Niang, Hu Tou also wants to be as majestic as Uncle Fan. When Uncle Fan is injured, he can stay. Did he teach the tiger head martial arts in the palace? "
If Fan Qingyi was not present, Qin Zhou would definitely ask Murong Jin directly why he would adore this man so much.
Is it possible that Fan Qingyi deliberately hid that day when they rescued their mother and son?
Is there something she missed?
Qin Zhou couldn't help but looked at Fan Qingyi: "How about Fan Zhuangzhi?"
Where Fan Qingyi was willing to refuse this good opportunity, he could only explain: "Caomin's martial arts are not very strong, but the teacher once taught a set of health boxing. From the age of practice, boxing can strengthen the body and improve immunity. If the Prince Jin is willing, Caomin must pass it carefully. Of it. "
Immunity? Qin Zhou frowned, what does that mean?
"Can it be as strong as Uncle Fan?" Murong Jin instead seemed to understand and asked in surprise.
"Well." Fan Qingyi nodded with a smile. Throwing away the messy factors, he himself likes the little boy Murong Jin. As a prince, he was completely unpretentious, not arrogant, and kind and innocent, showing that his parents were not bad.
As soon as Murong Jin heard it, he was excited and clenched Qin Zhou's arm and asked, "Aniang, is that okay?"
Qin Zhou couldn't stand his coquetry so much, plus this was a good way to allow Fan Qingyi to stay. She agreed that it was too late, and quickly said, "Well, wait for your uncle Fan to be better, A Niang. Arrangement. "
"Uncle Fan, you need to get better soon!"
"Where does Caomin become the teacher of Prince Jin ..." Fan Qingyi was about to refuse. His original intention was to teach him an improved version of military boxing, not to accept him directly as an apprentice.
Qin Zhou interrupted him and stared at him closely. He smiled and asked, "Fan Zhuang, do you still have the last words that you can't accept the disciples?"
"No, no." Fan Zhuang interrupted, subconsciously replied. Qin Zhou's lips turned slightly: "That's good."