Since this night, in the next ten days, Su Yan has not only become a personal attendant, but also a drug test before dishes.

Three meals a day, it became with Xuanyuan Yonghao.

He seemed to enjoy watching her eat.

So much so that most of those pastries and fruits were 'rewarded' to Su Yan.

And Xuanyuan Yonghao's typhoid fever doesn't seem to have improved, and he still drinks the decoction day by day.

His face is pale and weak, and every time he sees him, he can't help but make people's hearts soften.

One afternoon, the sun was shining and the weather was just right.

#三皇子的寝殿#

In front of the desk, the third prince was dressed in elegant clothes, his eyes were lowered, and he was practicing calligraphy with a brush in his hand.

He looked bright, but he looked a little weak.

Next to him, Su Yan held a plate of peach blossom soft plum cake, sat on a stool, and ate it in small bites.

The expression is soft and well-behaved.

Most of her attention was not on Xuanyuan Yonghao's body, but on her pastries.

Eating and eating, looking at the pastry that he still had, he blinked, silently wondering how long he would have to finish eating.

Ever since the end of the tasting that day, the man seems to have been hooked.

From time to time, I brought a plate of things for her to eat, and at first I watched her eat.

Later, slowly, he was busy with other things, and she must have been within three feet of him, eating.

This peach blossom soft plum cake is made in the imperial dining room, with the shape of peach blossoms, exuding the aroma of peach blossoms, but when eaten, it has a taste of sweet plums.

Appetizing, and delicious.

However, I can't stand eating plate by plate.

Su Yan put down the plate in his hand and decided to rest for a while.

She was tired of eating.

Next to him, Xuanyuan Yonghao didn't know when he put down the brush in his hand and raised his head.

He looked at Su Yan's eyes moist, sitting there obediently.

The corners of his lips hooked slightly, with a warm and pure atmosphere.

"Full?"

Su Yan hugged the stack of pastries, stood up, and said in a serious voice

"What does Your Highness command?"

Xuanyuan Yonghao sat on the chair behind him, his posture was leisurely, he looked Su Yan up and down, and hooked his lips again

"I've been stuffy in the house for a long time and want to go out for a walk. When it gets darker, go out for a walk with the main palace. ”

Su Yan nodded,

"Yes"

After speaking, the slender and powerful hand touched the tea cup next to him,

The tone is gentle

"The tea is cold"

"The slave will change you a glass."

Su Yan answered.

As he spoke, he put the snack in his hand on the stool he had just sat on.

Then, pick up the teacup and walk out.

As soon as she walked out of the dormitory, Xiaohua couldn't help but make a sound

"Host,The male protagonist's body is so weak"

Su Yan sat wholeheartedly on the matter in his hand, so he was a little perfunctory when answering Xiaohua

"Huh?"

Florets continued

"Since he fell into the water, he has drunk the medicine for so many days, but he has not seen any improvement, and he looks sick and weak."

As she spoke, Xiaohua suddenly spoke again

"Host host, male protagonist, won't be assassinated, right?"

Su Yan methodically poured out the water in the teacup and added new hot water.

She replied in a whisper

"Won't"

As soon as Xiaohua's brain hole opened, she couldn't help it

"Host, look at the male protagonist is so pitiful, maybe he was given chronic poison by his royal brother or Huang Ama, so his body has not improved."

This is enough to explain why the male protagonist killed his two royal brothers and his father in the end.