While the palace servants were serving tea and snacks, Qin Zhou turned around and asked Fan Qingyi, "Master Fan, what important matter has brought you here today?"
"I don't have anything important to tell you. I just feel much better today, so I wanted to come and thank Your Majesty for his grace and take a walk. I'm just a rough man, and I'm not used to lying down all day." Fan Qingyi explained a little embarrassedly.
After saying this, he felt a little regretful. After all, he had heard what Prince Xiaoyao said. If Qin Zhou was afraid of these things, he would probably send someone to send him out of the Summer Resort soon.
Qin Zhou nodded and replied: "Indeed, you should walk more. It will also be very helpful for your physical recovery."
Speaking of Fan Qingyi's health, Qin Zhou remembered that the imperial physician had reported today that Fan Qingyi was almost recovered.
But he was seriously injured because of the poisoning that day, and the imperial physician had said that he would need to stay in bed for at least half a month. I didn't expect that he would recover 70% to 80% in just a few days, which was 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 approaching him on purpose, became worried. He wanted to test his attitude first, so he put down his teacup and asked, "Has Mr. Fan ever thought about looking for his relatives?"
"Looking for relatives?" Are they really going to drive him away
Fan Qingyi paused as he held the teacup. His mind followed the movement of his hand, and his expression gradually became sad. He said, "It has been so hard to find clues over the years, so I dare not hold out hope. My mentor also told me not to be too obsessed with this matter."
For some reason, every time Fan Qingyi mentioned his so-called mentor and his master's wife, Qin Zhou would get angry. But Fan Qingyi's expression was so sincere that it was hard to doubt him.
The two people, each hiding their own thoughts, did not notice that the palace servants had already filled the table with exquisite snacks and left quietly.
Murong Jin, who had no idea what the two adults were thinking, picked a piece of dessert and placed it in front of Qin Zhou, and said coquettishly: "Mother, Hu Tou also wants to be as majestic as Uncle Fan. When Uncle Fan recovers from his injury, can you keep him in the palace to teach Hu Tou martial arts?"
If Fan Qingyi himself had not been present, Qin Zhou would definitely have asked Murong Jin directly why he admired this man so much.
Could it be that Fan Qingyi was deliberately hiding his incompetence when he saved them and their son that day
Or was there something she missed
Qin Zhou couldn't help but look at Fan Qingyi: "What do you think, Mr. Fan?"
Fan Qingyi was reluctant to refuse this good opportunity, so he could only explain: "I am not very good at martial arts, but my master once taught me a set of health-preserving boxing. Practicing boxing from a young age can strengthen the body and improve immunity. If Prince Jin is willing, I will definitely teach it carefully."
Immunity? Qin Zhou frowned. What does this mean
"Can you be as strong as Uncle Fan?" Murong Jin seemed to understand and asked with great surprise.
"Yeah." Fan Qingyi smiled and nodded. Putting aside those messy factors, he really liked this little boy Murong Jin. As a prince, he was not spoiled or arrogant, but kind and innocent, which showed that his parents were not bad either.
When Murong Jin heard this, he jumped for joy. He hugged Qin Zhou's arm tightly and asked, "Mother, is this okay?"
Qin Zhou couldn't stand his coquettish behavior, and this was a good way to get Fan Qingyi to stay, so she agreed and said quickly, "Okay, okay, when your uncle Fan gets better, mother will ask someone to make the arrangements."
"Uncle Fan, you need to get better soon!"
“How can I be the master of Prince Jin…” Fan Qingyi was about to refuse. His original intention was just to teach him the improved version of military boxing, not to accept him as a disciple directly.
Qin Zhou interrupted him, staring at him closely, and asked with a half-smile, "Master Fan, did your master leave any last words that you cannot accept a disciple?"
"No, no." Fan Zhuangshi, who was interrupted, answered subconsciously.
Qin Zhou's lips curled up slightly: "That's good."
(End of this chapter)