Fan Qingyi entered the hall alone and found that the air pressure inside the hall was still normal.
Qin Zhou was sitting in front of the dragon table, reading a book, with a gentle look on his face, without a single sign of abnormality.
"I greet your majesty."
Seeing Fan Qingyi coming in, Qin Zhou stood up naturally and said, "Mr. Fan, there's no need to be so polite. I asked you to come here today because I want to ask how your health is recovering and whether I can become your disciple."
"I have recovered and am on standby at any time." Fan Qingyi lowered his eyes slightly. As the master of Prince Jin, he could naturally stay in the palace and be alone with Prince Jin. He could inadvertently get information from this little brat and even use Murong Jin's power.
Normally, he didn't dare to ask Little Tuanzi about things, so as not to alert the enemy. Now that he had such a good reason and excuse, he naturally had to seize it.
"That's good. I have already asked people to prepare. Fan Qing, please come with me." Qin Zhou had a faint smile on his face.
Fan Qingyi nodded and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, please."
Following Qin Zhou slowly, Fan Qingyi discovered that Qin Zhou was polite yet distant today.
Fan Qingyi suddenly had this thought, and was somewhat surprised that he would have such a discovery. After all, he and Qin Zhou didn’t seem to be that close before...
Besides killing enemies together when they first met? Eating together? Having afternoon tea together? And the time when he fainted and Qin Zhou helped him cool down...
As he thought about it, two faint blushes quietly appeared on Fan Qingyi's face, and then were replaced by a look that seemed lonely and helpless.
It has been so many days since he came to this world, but he has not received any news from Zian. Instead, he has had so many connections with this empress.
"Fan Qing?"
Qin Zhou wanted to ask Fan Qingyi about being bored in the Summer Resort, but when she saw that he didn't reply, she suddenly stopped and turned around to see what was going on with him. Unexpectedly, Fan Qingyi didn't notice her stopping at all, and the two bumped into each other.
The two martial artists reacted immediately and both took a step back and lowered their heads at the same time.
The palace servants who followed behind them all stared at the two men with their eyes wide open and their mouths open in confusion, forgetting to react for a moment.
The heart that was hit by Qin Zhou felt a little hot. Fan Qingyi was the first to react and bowed to apologize: "Your Majesty, I..."
"Nothing, let's go quickly, Hutou can't wait any longer." Qin Zhou turned around in a hurry, even forgetting to call himself "Zhen", and hurried to where Murong Jin was. He didn't loosen his slightly sweaty fist until he walked a long distance.
Fan Qingyi didn't know what to say, so he followed her, keeping a distance of two meters.
Usually, because of Qin Zhou's status and momentum, he completely ignored Qin Zhou's height. Unexpectedly, it only reached his chest. Well, it was actually very petite.
The palace maids behind them suppressed their pounding hearts, closed their mouths, and were eager to share this shocking secret with their friends, and followed the two people carefully.
Apart from this, the only thought left in their minds was: Eunuch Yuanbao is wise, and this Fan Zhuangshi, no, this little prince's master, is really not a simple person!
Eunuch Yuanbao, who was mentioned by everyone, was watching the palace servants who were arranging the supplies for Prince Jin's apprenticeship, striving for perfection.
"Eunuch Yuanbao, the little prince has finished his bath and changed his clothes." The palace servant came forward to report in a flattering manner.
Eunuch Yuanbao nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand to let him go, and turned around to continue watching the other palace servants making arrangements.
Although Qin Zhou asked for a simple apprenticeship ceremony, it was a prince's apprenticeship ceremony after all, and there was no room for sloppiness.
Yuanbao narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking secretly in his heart, and felt more and more that Qin Zhou was not looking for a master for the little prince, but was giving Fan Qingyi an identity.
(End of this chapter)