After rebirth, the abstinent prince wants to marry me every day

"Your Majesty, please change the medicine!"

Zhu Qing'an looked at Bian Jingsheng who was sitting next to him with his clothes lifted up, and could only persuade him with a bit of helplessness in his tone.

She finally understood that Bian Jingsheng truly didn't take his own health seriously. Even though he was still injured, he still went to the martial arts training grounds and attended court affairs without interruption. Now that he had returned home, he had completely forgotten about changing the dressing.

Thinking about the men like Chuan Bai, I'm afraid none of them are careful. No wonder Dr. Shen insisted on letting me supervise them.

Zhu Qingan couldn't help but think that if he hadn't agreed to this matter, Bian Jingsheng might really not change the medicine.

Bian Jingsheng originally wanted to sit with Zhu Qingan, but seeing Zhu Qingan's helpless look, he quickly stood up.

He is not like this on weekdays. Although he is a rough man, he also takes care of his body. It’s just because Zhu Qingan is here that he always revolves around Zhu Qingan.

"Yes, yes, it's time to change the medicine!" Bian Jingsheng said and walked towards the inner room.

Zhu Qing'an looked at the medicine and white cloth placed aside, and didn't know what Bian Jingsheng was going to use to replace the medicine. How could such a reckless person be a general on the battlefield?

Zhu Qing'an walked into the inner room with the medicine and bandages and prepared to hand them to Bian Jingsheng, but he never expected to see such a scene.

At this time, Bian Jingsheng had already taken off his outer robe and inner clothes. His tall and burly figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his strong and powerful chest were exposed to the air. His waist and abdomen were clearly defined, and his arms were wrapped in white cloth strips. More importantly, his bronze skin was covered with old scars.

After just one glance, Zhu Qing'an didn't dare to look any longer.

Bian Jingsheng had not expected Zhu Qing'an to suddenly barge in. He was only anxious to change the medicine and then go out to accompany Zhu Qing'an, and he lost his vigilance for a while.

"Sorry, I'm rude!" Bian Jingsheng hurriedly picked up the clothes placed aside.

Zhu Qing'an's cheeks were flushed at this time. Although she was braver than ordinary women, she was still shy after all. When she saw this scene, she felt like smoke was coming out of her head.

"Your Highness forgot to take the medicine!" Zhu Qing'an put the medicine on the table beside him and walked out almost at the same time.

Even after going outside and drinking some cold tea, the blush on her cheeks was still very obvious.

Zhu Qing'an murmured in his heart, he really didn't expect Bian Jingsheng to have such a good figure, but when he thought about it, it was natural, after all, people who practiced martial arts tend to have stronger bodies.

Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, Zhu Qingan quickly warned himself.

Zhu Qingan in the outer room looked uneasy, as did Bian Jingsheng inside, who was distracted as he changed his own bandages. Fortunately, injuries had become a common occurrence for him over the years, so changing bandages was a piece of cake for him.

Bian Jingsheng looked down at his body. He had solid muscles and was strong and powerful. Whenever he was fighting with the soldiers with his bare chest, everyone would praise him for his good figure.

However, Bian Jingsheng frowned again.

It seems that Zhu Qing'an likes weak men, like Shen Shixin, who looks fair and tender.

Bian Jingsheng looked at his scars again. Before, he was very proud of them, they were a man's medal. But now, he was afraid that Zhu Qingan would dislike or even be afraid of his scars, after all, Zhu Qingan looked so delicate and soft.

Bian Jingsheng changed the medicine and walked out of the inner room, and saw Zhu Qing'an drinking cold tea.

He strode over and snatched the teacup from Zhu Qing'an's hand.

Zhu Qing'an raised his eyes and met Jingsheng's gaze. They both looked away uncomfortably, with embarrassment in their eyes, but they both chose not to mention what had just happened.

"The tea is cold!" Bian Jingsheng put the teacup aside and personally poured a cup of warm tea for Zhu Qingan.

It was at this time that Chuan Bai brought the servants to serve dinner and placed it on the table.

"Please wait a moment, Princess. The medicine is still being boiled!" Chuan Bai said, bowed and retreated. But in fact, the medicine had been boiled long ago. It was just that Chuan Bai deliberately wanted the princess to accompany the prince for a while longer and deliberately delayed time.

"Princess, is dinner ready?" Bian Jingsheng asked.

"I have!" Zhu Qing'an just answered, but maybe it was because of the aroma of the food on the table that attracted him, his stomach made a very soft sound.

Zhu Qing'an lowered her head quickly. She lied. She thought she was just coming to the palace to supervise Jingsheng changing the medicine. It would be quick, so she thought it wouldn't be too late to have dinner after returning. However, she didn't expect to wait until this time.

She didn't mean anything else, but she just felt something was a little inappropriate about having a meal with a man.

Bian Jingsheng glanced at the white tip of Zhu Qingan's ear under her hair, sat down at the table with a bold gesture, and smiled bitterly, "I am just a rough man, it is normal that the princess does not want to dine with me. In recent years, my mother has been staying at home, and I am used to eating alone!"

Bian Jingsheng's words made Zhu Qing'an suddenly feel a little guilty. She also knew Bian Jingsheng. His father had passed away when he was young, and he had achieved such success through hard work alone. It seemed that it had not been easy for him.

Compared to the people around him who care and protect him, Bian Jingsheng looks so pitiful.

"Your Highness has misunderstood, I..." Zhu Qing'an quickly explained, "I just felt that Your Highness might not like to dine with me. After all, I'm quite picky about food!"

Zhu Qingan's words were actually full of loopholes, but Bian Jingsheng seemed to believe them, looking at Zhu Qingan and asking, "Are you serious?"

"Of course it's true!" Zhu Qing'an almost swore to the sky. How dare she say that she didn't want to dine with the future emperor? Was she not smart enough?

"In that case, Princess, why don't you stay and have dinner with us?" Bian Jingsheng invited.

"Of course!" Zhu Qing'an laughed dryly and sat opposite Bian Jingsheng.

The dinner at the Prince of Loyalty's Mansion was not particularly sumptuous, and was even a bit simple, with four dishes and one soup, and the dishes were very fresh and delicious.

"I'll ask the kitchen to prepare a few more dishes!" Bian Jingsheng glanced at the somewhat shabby dinner on the table, stood up and prepared to go to the kitchen.

"No need!" Zhu Qing'an quickly stopped him. "I don't eat much for dinner, and I like all these dishes. Don't bother!"

Seeing that Zhu Qingan didn't seem reluctant, Bian Jingsheng sat down.

There were no maids or servants around to serve him, so Bian Jingsheng personally served rice and soup to Zhu Qing'an, which made Zhu Qing'an a little at a loss.

The two of them began to eat in silence. Compared to Zhu Qing'an who chewed slowly and elegantly, Bian Jingsheng ate much faster. He also didn't seem to be very picky about food and ate much more than Zhu Qing'an.

Zhu Qingan hadn't finished his half bowl of rice yet, but Bian Jingsheng had already started eating his third bowl.

Zhu Qing'an didn't expect that Bian Jingsheng had such a good appetite. While chewing the lotus root slices in his mouth, he glanced at Bian Jingsheng.