My princess always wants me to usurp the throne

Chapter 570 What Are You Thinking Of?
In the quaint attic, incense is wafting, and the room is covered with a layer of faint smoke. The King of Luo Yao is half squatting, refining pills next to a pill furnace.

Rong Zhan walked in slowly, his steps were steady, but there was a trace of worry on his brows.

Luo Yaowang frowned lightly, and glanced sharply at the past. After seeing the person coming, his expression was relieved a little.

"I thought there was an unexpected visitor in the valley, but it turned out to be the Seventh Prince."

"Who does the medicine king think?" Rong Zhan stood still beside the alchemy stove, his tone seemed casual.

Luo Yaowang said angrily: "Isn't there a carriage circling outside the valley? I said who has that kind of ability to get close to the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines, so it's that stinky girl."

Rong Zhan was also amazed that he could get them close, but he could only stop outside the valley. He didn't pay attention to how she set up the formation along the way.

He smiled wickedly, "People have found your door, but you still look very calm."

"A broken medicine valley, if you find it, you will find it, she is not afraid, what am I afraid of?"

Luo Yaowang put down the herbs in his hand, raised his eyelids: "I think the Seventh Prince has other things to do?"

Rong Zhan ignored what he said just now, took out a strange grass from his bosom, and put it in his palm.

The rhizomes and long and narrow leaves are fiery red, and the leaves are faintly fluorescent.

Luo Yaowang moved his eyes, fixed his eyes on the grass in his hand, and asked tentatively, "Have you gone to North Vietnam? A while ago?"

Rong Zhan nodded lightly.

King Luo Yao stretched out his hand to take the grass in his hand, his eyes flashed inexplicably, and he said, "Xuanhuo grass, this is a sacred product in the world, and it is still freshly baked."

He lightly placed the dazzling fire grass on the table, his eyes fell on the slightly nervous Rong Zhan, and he coughed lightly: "What else is the Seventh Prince doing?"

Rong Zhan's eyes turned cold, and he said coldly, "Does the medicine king think that this king is here to deliver medicine to you?"

"Otherwise?" Luo Yaowang spread his hands, "Didn't you hand it over to me just now?"

Rong Zhan glanced at him lightly, "I'll check Qianxia's pulse later, this medicine is for her."

Luo Yaowang hehe said: "Isn't she very good? She can jump around and go to Huaiyou Town for disaster relief!"

Rong Zhan took a few steps closer, stretched out his hand to caress the still warm alchemy stove, and said in a neutral tone: "This alchemy stove is pretty good, it must have an extraordinary history."

"Don't...don't touch my alchemy stove." Luo Yaowang stepped forward, grabbed Rong Zhan's hand that was already brewing inner strength, and said with a smile: "Why should the seventh prince be so rough? The alchemy stove didn't make a mistake, did it?"

Rong Zhan twitched the corners of his mouth, "Are you going to treat her seriously this time?"

Luo Yaowang gently moved his hand away, and said with a fake smile: "The seventh prince is joking, when do I not take it seriously when I see a doctor?"

"It's good to know." Rong Zhan withdrew his hand, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, his movements were extremely loose and elegant.

Luo Yaowang twitched his face, wishing he could use a handkerchief to wash his hands, he calmed down and asked, "What's wrong with that girl recently? It makes you so nervous!"

Rong Zhan paused his hands, then nodded, "I'm more lethargic than before, sometimes I feel dizzy and chest tightness, and the symptoms were even more obvious when I met the killer in the Eclipse Night Tower."

Luo Yaowang frowned, his expression was subtle and heavy.

Rong Zhan's heart tightened, and he asked with a trembling voice, "What did you think of?"

Luo Yaowang stroked his forehead: "I just don't think it's a simple cold syndrome, it's a bit suspicious."

(End of this chapter)