She is a small person, Concubine Lan will not care about her if she is afraid of trouble, and she has no other big backers, if Qingli faints and is investigated, she, as a person in charge, will be severely punished, and maybe she will die without a place to be buried.

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, her eyes widened, and the breath exhaled from her nose was a little short, and she hurriedly took heavy steps and walked towards Qingli.

The cool wind rubbed the dry and wrinkled face of the grandmother, and the grandmother's heart was even colder.

She was anxious, and when she walked to Qingli's side, she hurriedly bent down, stretched out her rough old hand, carefully dragged Qingli's armpit, mobilized the strength of her whole body to her arm, and helped Qingli up with difficulty.

The mama's face was red, her breathing was disordered, and she choked on vinegar as she walked forward, her heavy steps colliding with the ground with a slight thump.

The grandmother finally walked to the door of the ancestral hall, she didn't fix her already somewhat messy bun, and she didn't even have time to wipe the sweat from her sideburns.

She hurriedly summoned a delicate-looking, young palace maid, supported Qingli with her, and walked towards Qingli's bedroom.

Walk through the bluestone floor and wooden pavement, walk through the zigzag corridor, pass the garden pond and many pavilions and lofts, and finally walk to the Qingli sleeping palace.

Xiao Xing, who was on duty in the Qingli Palace, saw it, and hurriedly stepped forward, and helped Qingli to the pear wood couch covered with a pink and purple embroidered brocade quilt with the grandmother and the very young palace maid.

The grandmother left in a hurry after putting down Qingli, ignoring Xiaoxing's worried inquiry. The little maid who came with the grandmother also went away.

After a while, Xiao Yue arrived with the imperial doctor, because Qing Li had previously instructed Xiao Yue that if she was in a coma one day or something happened to her body, she could only ask Imperial Doctor Zhang to take her pulse, although Xiao Yue wondered why Qing Li would say such a thing, but as Qing Li's henchman and personal maid, she obeyed Qing Li's orders.

The imperial doctor invited by Xiaoyue was Imperial Doctor Zhang, who had been making pills for Qingli to prolong his life.

Imperial Physician Zhang held the medicine box in his hand and slowly approached Qingli, Xiaoyue attached a piece of light yarn to Qingli's wrist, and Imperial Physician Zhang checked Qingli's pulse through the light yarn.

Imperial Physician Zhang felt the pulse of Qingli's disorder, and suddenly there was chaos.

The expression on Imperial Physician Zhang's face was very entangled, Qingli's physical condition was really not optimistic, if he didn't report it to the emperor, if something happened to Qingli, he would definitely be implicated.

But he had received Qingli's favor before, when he was troubled by Concubine Zhen was Qingli who saved him, he said that he would repay Qingli's kindness, so he instructed him in Qingli not to tell others about her, even the emperor and Qingyou, he agreed.

After sighing helplessly, Imperial Physician Zhang asked Xiao Yue to prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, he prescribed the prescription, handed it to Xiao Yue, and asked Xiao Yue to go to the Tai Hospital to grab the medicine, and he himself went to the side to wait.

Wisps of cool breeze penetrated into the hall, and Imperial Physician Zhang, who was on the side, felt a little cold, and he shivered.

Eager footsteps sounded, and the quiet wind and dust rushed to Qingli's dormitory, and he still had the coolness of the outside air attached to him.

Qing Youben was in the civil riot with Liyan, but he didn't admit it, and when he heard the news that Qingli had fainted, he hurried over, and Liyan wanted to come with him, but he couldn't leave people there for the time being, so he had to give up.

Qingyou anxiously walked to Qingli's bedside, looked at Qingli worriedly, and then turned to Doctor Zhang and asked, "How is the princess?" ”

The cigarette smoke in the room is hazy, the magnolia in the room has fallen a petal, and the whole flower is wilting, as if it is about to wither, whether it is sentimental, whether it is showing something, it is unknown.

Imperial Physician Zhang pondered for a moment, wiped the sweat from his palms with his fingers, calmed down on his face, bent over and said: "Back to His Royal Highness the Prince, the princess is too tired and even faints, just breathe for a few more days." ”

After all, he chose to help Qingli conceal it.

The quiet and high heart fell, and he waved his hand and motioned for Imperial Doctor Zhang to retreat.

Qingyou asked the palace maid in the palace, "Is the princess's medicine ready?"

Xiao Yue, the palace maid who went to grab the medicine, stepped over the green jade door, brought in the medicine she had just boiled, and replied: "His Royal Highness the Prince has boiled it back." ”

The black and thick medicinal juice emitted a bitter smell, and the entire dormitory was enveloped in the bitter taste of this small medicinal juice. If Qingli is sober, people will definitely take this medicinal juice away, and what she is most afraid of is bitterness.

It's a pity she's asleep right now.

Qingyou took the medicine in Xiao Yue's hand and the candied fruit on the plate, he walked towards Qingli's bed, and the corners of his clothes swayed lightly with his movements.

Walking to Qingli's bedside, Qingyou asked the palace maid Xiaoxing to tie the bed curtain, he scooped a spoonful of black soup, frowned, sent it to his mouth and blew it, leaned over slightly, and sent the spoon to Qingli's mouth.

Qing Li's cherry mouth was opened, and after scooping the spoon of the decoction around Qing Li's mouth, he hurriedly withdrew, as if he was afraid that Qing Li would notice its existence

Qingli, who was in a coma, didn't know how to swallow, and spit out all the soup that was sent to his mouth.

Li Yan sighed deeply, scooped up a spoonful again and put down the soup bowl, blew it again, and then leaned over and pinched Qing Li's nose, Qing Li finally swallowed the soup slowly.

Qing Li's little face, which was about to crumple, showed his disgust for the thing in his mouth.

Qingyou concocted it like a method, and sent all the decoction into Qing Li's mouth, Qing Li whimpered, and finally swallowed the whole bowl of bitter decoction that she hated the most.

Qingyou put down the soup spoon and sat down on the edge of Qingli's bed, waiting for Qingli to wake up.

The night was already thick, the bright moon was dyed with a layer of white halo, and the stars were also competing with each other, exuding their own light, a bright color pierced the sky, and a bright star ended in a fiasco, driven down the sky by other stars.

It was a miserable competition, but it brought a visual feast to the people below.

Qing Li finally opened her sleepy eyes, her brain went blank, and she moved her beautiful face slightly in a daze.

Her eyes locked on the silence beside the bed in ignorance, and she finally remembered what happened before she fell unconscious, she was punished by his father to kneel, and fainted in the ancestral hall.

Qingli's vermilion lips opened, her voice was slightly hoarse when she had just woken up, and she said to the tranquility of the dark clothes, and the tranquility of her face that could not hide her worry: "Why are you here?"

Qingyou breathed a sigh of relief, her frowning brows loosened, her thin lips opened, and she said, "You have fainted, how can I not come!"

Qing Li tried hard to pull the corners of her mouth, revealing a relieved smile, her fingers moved quietly, and said in a soft and faint voice: "It's nothing, it's just too tired." ”