The Crybaby Prince is Reborn, Where is the Prince Going?

"I'm not, I didn't!" Ge Pumu was really speechless at this moment. We were all in the underworld, so what was wrong with hiding our identities a little?

It’s like these people have no identity?

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, why are you playing Liao Zhai?

But he only dared to say this in his heart, not in front of the two of them! If he said it, he would die!

Ge Pumu laughed, and without waiting for Pei Qingfan to ask further questions, he quickly climbed over the wall, turned around and chuckled sarcastically: "I will definitely be back in an hour, don't come looking for me, I will definitely confess to the prince when I come back!"

"Hey! Where are you going?" As soon as Pei Qingfan finished speaking, Ge Pumu disappeared.

"Why is this guy so secretive? Where could he go? Do you want me to keep an eye on him?"

"No need, you don't have any martial arts skills, and the person would have run away by now."

Compared with Xiao Que'er, Ge Pu Mu's martial arts skills are still a little behind, but with Pei Qingfan's mediocre skills, he will definitely not be able to catch up.

not to mention...

"How long have you known Ge Pu Mu? Do you know him?"

Pei Qingfan nodded blankly, then shook his head. "I met the injured Ge Pu Mu by chance three years ago. He has been living with me ever since, but he would disappear for ten days or half a month every few days. I never asked about his origins. Oh...right!"

Pei Qingfan suddenly remembered something and said to Qingfei, "But I always found it very strange. When I took Ge Pumu's pulse, I found something inside him. Today, I heard you point out that he has a large number of poisonous insects in his body, so I guess he really didn't know that he had poisonous insects in his body, and these poisonous insects hadn't even been born before..."

"That's also possible, but let's not discuss that for now. Come pack this medicine and give it to the prince to drink later."

Qing Fei turned off the fire and poured the boiled medicine into the porcelain bowl. The smell of medicine wafted out instantly.

"Why does this medicine smell so strong?" Pei Qingfan covered his nose and tiptoed over, very resistant to the bowl of medicine.

"Aren't you making detoxification pills? How did you make this bowl of black, ugly, and bitter medicinal soup? Haven't you been making medicinal soup for years?"

Qing Fei smiled evilly, "I'm not giving it to you to drink, so why are you afraid? If I don't make some bitter medicine, he won't learn his lesson."

Pei Qingfan pinched his nose, his eyes full of disgust, and his whole body was resisting.

I don’t know how much Sophora flavescens was added to this bowl of medicine to make it so bitter.

"Will you still be alive after eating this bowl?" Pei Qingfan made a rare joke.

"Of course." The prince would not drink this bowl of medicine anyway, he just wanted it to have a punitive effect.

"Stop talking nonsense and send it in. Oh, and put this pill into the mouth of the person on the couch."

As he spoke, he took out a porcelain bottle from somewhere and handed it to Pei Qingfan, asking him to feed it to Ying Shisan as well.

"...Isn't that person dead? Will giving him medicine still help?"

When he arrived here, he found that the person on the small couch was already lifeless. Even if he was kept alive by drugs, he might not wake up.

Qing Fei also knew this, but Ying Shisan was not completely lifeless. He woke up in the early hours of yesterday morning, but fainted again after just a moment.

The person has not yet shown signs of rigor mortis, so Qing Fei is not sure whether Ying Shisan is alive or dead.

We can only keep him alive with pills, hoping that a miracle will happen one day.

"If you have a way, you can try to revive him."

"Okay, I'll give it a try. But don't get your hopes up too much."

Qing Fei hadn't considered pinning his hopes on others, but Ying Shisan was far too important, not only to the Crown Prince, but also to him. He had never failed in his attempts to rescue someone from the King of Hell, and if he couldn't rescue Ying Shisan, it would undoubtedly have a profound impact on him, perhaps even become an obsession.

Pei Qingfan also knew his character and did not try to persuade him any further. After taking the medicine bowl and porcelain bottle, he pushed the door and walked into the room.

He first stuffed the pill into Ying Shisan's mouth, then put the bowl of medicine on the table, and then sat down beside the small couch to take Ying's pulse.

He felt her pulse and wondered, "How strange! She's clearly not breathing at all, yet her body still maintains all its functions? No wonder my brother is helpless. Even a god couldn't save her. If you want to live, struggle as hard as you can. Right now, apart from keeping you alive, there's nothing I can do. You can only rely on your own willpower."

Pei Qingfan let go of Ying Shisan's wrist, stuffed his arm back into the quilt, tucked the corner of the quilt for him, then picked up the medicine bowl and walked towards Jinyou.

It was hard to lower the corners of his mouth, and he wanted to laugh when he thought about what he was about to do.

Jinyou was indeed exhausted. The days and nights of running around had left him without any energy left. He was still sleeping with steady breathing and no sign of waking up.

Pei Qingfan slowly sat down at the head of the bed, gently lifted Jinyou's body, and then poured the medicine in the bowl into Jinyou's mouth.

Jinyou frowned because of the bitterness, then struggled to open his eyes and spat out the medicine in his mouth before he could swallow it.

But his mouth was filled with the bitter taste of the medicine, and his face was wrinkled in pain. He glanced at Pei Qingfan and saw that it was him. He immediately elbowed him in the ribs.

"puff..."

Pei Qingfan was hit for no reason, and he bent over in pain. He loosened his grip and not only let go of Jinyou, but also threw away the medicine bowl.

The medicine spilled onto the quilt, and most of it splashed onto Jinyou's clothes.

Jinyou was still half asleep and half awake, his clothes were soaked, and his mind was still a little slow to catch up.

I sat on the bed in a daze for a long time before I gradually regained my composure.

"What were you doing?"

Pei Qingfan forced himself to stand up despite the pain, still wearing that annoying grin on his face. "I'm just giving the prince medicine. My brother asked me to watch him drink it myself before he'd stop. But he said he doesn't like bitter medicine, so I have no choice but to feed it to him."

Pei Qingfan spread his hands and put all the blame on Qing Fei. After all, it would rather my fellow Taoist die than let me die!

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, don't glare at me. It was my brother who brewed the medicine, and it was my brother who asked me to feed it to you. Who knew you would wake up before I even finished feeding you a bowl of medicine?"

"Hmm?" Jinyou was puzzled. Why was he still feeling wronged? He'd been doused in liquid medicine, his mouth was bitter, and he'd finally gotten a good night's sleep, and now someone was interrupting him like this?

"Forget it." Jin You turned over and got out of bed. He really couldn't stand the bitter taste on his body. He didn't know if Xiao Yunzhen had eaten anything at this moment.

Worried in his heart, Jinyou moved faster.

"Where are you going? You haven't finished your medicine yet! Do you want me to make you another bowl?"

"No need, there's still a little in the bowl, keep it for yourself!" He never wanted to drink this bitter medicine in his life.

"Alas, you really don't know what's good for you." Pei Qingfan rubbed his ribs and sighed. "I'm also worried about you, Prince. You're seriously injured and haven't taken any supplements in a few days. Although this soup is a bit bitter, it is indeed a tonic soup. Do you feel your body warm?"

Jinyou sensed it slightly, then shook his head seriously, "No." He didn't feel any warmth at all. Instead, his body felt cold as soon as the door opened.

“It’s even a little cold,” he said.

"You're not wearing a cloak, and your clothes are soaked through. How can you not be cold?"

Pei Qingfan had no choice but to put his cloak on Jinyou, but the cloak was too long and half of it dragged on the ground.

The hood was pulled on Jinyou's head, hiding his face.

Pei Qingfan followed Jinyou for a few steps, and the two stopped beside Qingfei.

Jinyou's eyes could not be seen clearly through the hood.

"The Pei family is indeed a family of medicine. Even their Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup is so unique. However, perhaps there is no one in this world who can drink this Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup?"

After saying that, he pushed open the door and left Qingfei's yard. The cold wind swirled into his cloak. He didn't know if it was Jinyou's illusion, but at this moment his body felt warm as if there was a fire, and the cold wind didn't seem so cold.

Inside the courtyard, Qing Fei had already started making antidote pills. Seeing this, she asked Pei Qingfan, "Have you given the medicine soup to the prince?"

"Well, didn't you say he doesn't like bitter medicine? Since he won't drink it when he wakes up, why not feed it to him while he's still asleep..."

"..." Qing Fei was speechless. What was going on in this person's head?

Just then, as the two were talking, they suddenly heard the sound of porcelain being broken from inside the house. They were startled, looked at each other, and stood up and rushed into the house.

The moment the door was pushed open, cold wind rushed into the room. Ying Shisan suddenly looked up, with murderous intent still in his eyes.