Chapter 342:

The prince felt quite resigned to death in his heart, but it didn't show on his face, just a little helpless.

Yan Luan scooped up a spoonful of porridge, gently blew the heat away, and sent it forward.

The prince took one gulp and swallowed it directly down the esophagus without even holding it in his mouth. He had already developed the ability to swallow directly. Those medicines were too bitter. If he kept tasting the taste, he would have to vomit it even if he didn't.

As expected, the taste that remained in his mouth was not that friendly, but the prince's brows did not move, and there was no wave on his face at all.

After taking one bite, Yan Luan also stopped feeding. Everyone was waiting for the prince's reaction, as if they were waiting for some kind of judgment.

The warm feeling slid down the esophagus into the stomach. Strangely, the nausea that had always been there was suppressed at this time. The churning stomach seemed to have been put into a Dinghai Shen needle, and it gradually calmed down.

Everyone waited for a long time. Not only did the prince not spit it out, but his expression that had not changed suddenly softened a lot. The forbearance that was vaguely detectable just now was much relieved now.

"Is this... useful?! Yan Luan, come on, come on, come on!" The second prince was immediately excited and urged.

The prince smiled softly: "I'm not feeding chickens or pigs, so don't worry, second brother."

Yan Luan glanced sideways at the second prince, who then restrained his excitement.

One spoonful after another, most of the porridge in the bowl was gone in the blink of an eye, and the prince's expression became more relaxed. After such a long time, he no longer coughed.

The prince miraculously pushed himself up and sat up, reaching out to take the bowl in Yanluan's hand.

Seeing Yan Luan's hesitation, the prince smiled again: "I have regained some strength, so I won't be able to eat a bowl of porridge by myself. I have hands and feet, and I don't want to trouble others all the time. You should just be considerate of me. "

"I don't dare!" Yan Luan heard this and quickly apologized and handed the bowl to the prince.

The prince's smile became a little bitter. He didn't want his every word to be speculated, and he didn't mean anything he said. However, in this palace, even the second prince who seemed the most wanton, was actually everywhere. Be careful.

The prince himself drank the rest of the porridge with a grunt. He already had a strong feeling of fullness after being unable to eat for a long time. You must know that with such a bowl of porridge, even Xiaohua can barely drink two bowls.

"It's such a miraculous effect! Miss Chen, how do you make this porridge? Teach me!" The second prince's eyes suddenly shone when he saw the prince's almost "resurrection" change.

"This..." Chen Muxue scratched his head. Before he could continue, Cen Lichui said, "I'm sorry, the secret skills of the Qianding Sect cannot be passed on to others."

“That’s it, that’s it!” The second prince, who had read some ancient books recording the Qianding Sect, was convinced of this explanation.

It must be a magical skill of integrating elixirs into porridge. It not only allows the patient to eat necessary meals, but also exerts the effect of the elixirs. The combination of the two is a huge improvement in the treatment of ordinary people!

The second prince Wu Zizi made up the explanation of the so-called "magic skill" in his mind. He kept nodding his head, not knowing what he was affirming.

Although Chen Muxue was a little embarrassed, thinking about it from another perspective, she was the master of the Qianding Sect, and she was the only one who could make such porridge, so it was no problem to say that it was the secret skill of the Qianding Sect, so she calmly accepted the favor that the second prince appreciated. He looked at him and patted Cen Lichui on the shoulder to express his appreciation.

“Ahem!” However, when everyone was happy, the prince suddenly spurted out a mouthful of black blood.

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