Soon, Ruqin dragged Imperial Physician Xu back in a hurry, and after some diagnosis and treatment and bandaging, Imperial Physician Xu knelt down in the face of Qingyun and said: "Ninth Princess, please rest assured, the concubine Niangniang is only a minor injury, take a few patches of decoction, and apply plasters at the same time, and you can heal after a few days of resting with peace of mind, and there will be no scars and no sequelae." ”

"There is a doctor who is too late, you go and prescribe a prescription."

"The minister retired." Mrs. Xu bowed, and then retreated with Ruqin.

Stretched out his hand to help Zhi Lan, who was kneeling in front of the concubine, bowing her head and crying, Qingyun looked at the noble concubine with angry eyebrows and said: "Guifei, Zhilan is an unintentional mistake, and Imperial Doctor Xu also said that the injury is fine, the concubine will dissipate her anger, and besides, this fruit is brought by the palace, and it is also eaten by the palace, if the concubine wants to blame, blame the palace." ”

"The Ninth Princess is serious." Glared fiercely at Zhilan, who was standing beside Qingyun with her head down, and will see how this palace cleans you up later! When she faced Qingyun, she already looked like a loving mother: "Zhilan is the daughter of the concubine, how can the concubine blame her?" ”

Qingyun nodded, "That's good." Since the concubine needs to recuperate, the palace will return to the palace first. After speaking, he stood up, took Zhi Lan's hand and walked out, and the cold voice reached the ears of the concubine, so angry that the concubine vomited blood: "Zhi Lan was frightened, and the palace took her to find Mo Gongzi to have a good look." ”

As soon as Qingyun and the others disappeared, the concubine got up from the bed and threw herself to the table, threw the fruit basket containing the black Langguo on the table to the ground, and crushed the fruit that rolled down to the ground with both feet: "Little slut, dare to go against this palace, this palace will trample you to death!" ”

The eunuch who came out of the shadows waved his hand to make the frightened Ruhua retreat, and looked at the frantic concubine: "She is here to collect your blood for medicine." ”

The concubine was stunned, and then after thinking about the incident, the corners of her lips pulled out a sly smile: "Bengong said that how could a little slut come to see Bengong so kindly, it turned out to be for this, but unfortunately the little slut is destined to waste his efforts." ”

Sitting on the cushioned stool laid out by the eunuch, she took a sip of the hot tea handed by the eunuch, and the concubine, who had an unusually happy expression, saw the bloody fruit knife on the ground, and suddenly became angry: "I hate that thing that is hard to pick up, and actually unites outsiders to deal with this palace, this palace has really raised her for so many years." ”

"Lan'er is still young......"

"Shut up!" Putting the teacup on the table, the concubine glared angrily at the eunuch, and her eyes flashed with cold anger.

Out of Yanqing Palace, Zhilan took out the blood-stained brocade handkerchief in her sleeve and handed it to Qingyun.

Taking the Jinpa, looking at Zhi Lan with tears on her pale face, Qingyun didn't know what to say: "Zhi Lan, I-"

"Sister Yun doesn't need to say anything, I understand." Zhi Lan bit her lip and said: "I know that it was the mother concubine who poisoned your mother, so that you were born with cold poison, and I heard that Master Mo said that the blood of the poisoned person should be used as medicine, I wanted to do it, but ......"

"But in this way, doesn't the concubine hate you?"

"She was always my mother anyway, and no matter what she did to me, I didn't complain."

Gently hugging Zhilan into his arms, Qingyun said guiltily: "I'm sorry, after all, I forced you into a dilemma. ”

"It's none of Sister Yun's business, it's the concubine who has done too many wrong things, I just want to atone for her." Snuggled into Qingyun's warm arms, and two lines of tears silently crossed Zhilan's face.

Looking at the back of Zhilan, who insisted on returning to Yanqing Palace, a layer of mist was covered in Qingyun's dark eyes: "I hurt her!" ”