The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

Did Bei Yehan know every time she went to see the Ghost King?

Then... she secretly glanced sideways, looking at the cup of tonic soup in Qiongqi's hand...

"Miss Ming, this tonic soup of yours is really timely. Tomorrow is the twenty-sixth prince's five-year-old birthday. The Lord is worried that there is no good gift to send."

Qiongqi's voice was extremely soft, but it made every hair on Mingyou's body stand on end.

"no no……"

She wanted to scream, to stop Bei Yehan from doing so, but when the words came to her lips, she could only swallow them.

She couldn't let Bei Yehan know what was put in this tonic soup, otherwise the ghost king wouldn't spare her, even if it was Bei Yehan, he would never spare her again for the sake of his brother.

"Nothing? You'er, what's wrong with you, why are you so flustered?" Bei Yehan asked softly.

"No, it's nothing." Mingyou's face was pale, and his silver teeth were almost gnawed into pieces.

"You'er just... just... You'er just thinks that on the twenty-sixth prince's birthday, the Fourth Highness only sends a cup of tonic soup, which might be looked down upon by other princes, so... it's better not to give it away."

If this soup was really given to the twenty-sixth prince, then she would really be doomed, how could the ghost king spare her?

And Lanyu Ruohua, that man looks gentle and gentle, but there is incomparable insidiousness in his bones. She can say without exaggeration that Lanyu Ruohua is more sinister than the ghost king!

"What's more, what's more, this tonic soup is specially stewed by You'er for you to drink. If the Fourth Highness gives it away, wouldn't it be a disappointment to You'er's thoughts."

She was still thinking in her heart that Bei Yehan might not know what was in the tonic soup, maybe it was just that Qiongqi deliberately wanted to suppress her, and wanted to vent her anger on that woman Sheng Chuxin.

"You'er really bothered me, I really don't know how to thank you." Bei Yehan put one hand on the table and looked at Mingyou.

So far, is there still a fluke mentality? How could Ming Bufan have such a younger sister? It really made him look good.

"It's really a blessing for Bufan to have such a good sister like you, and I've also benefited a lot from it."

Hearing Bei Yehan's words, Mingyou immediately forgot all about Bei Yehan's questioning of her Sheng Chuxin before, and shyly covered her red lips with a brocade handkerchief, and spoke softly.

"Fourth Highness, you and Youer's elder brother are best friends, now that elder brother is away, Youer should take care of Fourth Highness."

"You'er has worked hard." Bei Yehan said.

"Your Highness, You'er is not working hard, You'er..."

"Qiongqi, Miss San has worked so hard, give her this tonic soup and let her drink it."

Before Mingyou could finish speaking, after hearing Beiyehan's instructions to Qiongqi, her face turned pale, and she looked at Qiongqi in disbelief, and saw that he was actually walking towards her, holding his hand in his hand. With that cup of tonic soup.

"No, no, no."

She panicked all of a sudden, kept shaking her head, and took a few steps back.

"Your Highness, this is the tonic soup that You'er specially made for you, how can You'er drink it, You'er..."

"Of course you can't drink it anymore. Wouldn't it be a pity for you to drink such a 'good' tonic soup?"

Before Mingyou could finish speaking, Bei Yehan interrupted her, the hint in her tone was already very obvious.

When Mingyou heard his words, his face suddenly turned pale.

"This sage can't imagine that after Lanyu Xianyin, there are still people who dare to tamper with my diet!"

His eyes darkened, staring at Mingyou.