At night the next day, after traveling day and night, Song Ting and Youjian finally returned to the Song Mansion.

Hearing the neighing of the horses, Ouyang, the second elder of Huangfu and Li Bo walked out of the door to see, Song Ting jumped out of the carriage, threw the whip, and strode up the steps.

The ghost sword took out the "ghost flower" from the carriage, brought it to Ouyang Qingshi, lifted the covering, and hurriedly asked, "Is this the thing?"

Suddenly, there was a long "hoo" behind her ear, and she turned her head to look, only to see the white horse neighing loudly, and then the support was insufficient, and she knelt on the ground. Apparently exhausted.

Everyone didn't have time to take care of the horse, Ouyang Qingshi glanced at the "Ghost Flower", saw that it was bright red as blood, and it was clear and clear, he stretched out his hand and wiped it, his hands were full of blood red, and he nodded solemnly: "It should be a must!"

Ouyang Qingshi glanced at Song Ting again, and clenched his fists slightly: "Lord Guozi, the twenty-eight flavored medicinal materials and blood ginseng have already been prepared, and now you only need to put this 'two-life flower' into the medicine." Oh, by the way, my son-in-law, I want to trouble you......"

"It doesn't matter, how much blood will be drawn from me." Song Ting has always kept in mind that to cure Zhao Yuanzhen's poison, he needs twenty-eight medicinal materials, plus men's yang blood, hundred-year-old blood ginseng, and two flowers.

"Hmm." Ouyang Qingshi nodded heavily.

The group rushed to the west wing of the inner courtyard and entered the room, and saw that Zhao Yuanzhen was emaciated, haggard, and his face was pale, only his eyes still had a trace of aura and light.

Everyone didn't say much, Ouyang Qingshi performed acupuncture on her arm, the Tianfu on the top of her head, the Divine Court and other twelve acupuncture points, as an old medical officer in the court, he had rich experience in treating poison.

Ouyang Qingshi told Huangfu Yangming about the method of taking the two flowers, and asked him to accompany Qingzhu and Xiaoman to put the "two flowers" into the medicine. The hundred-year-old blood ginseng has also been prepared and incorporated into the medicine.

After a short and half an hour of needlework, Zhao Yuanzhen, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, a stream of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, everyone in the room panicked, Ouyang Qingshi said: "Don't panic, the 'fire and cold poison' is cold and fierce by nature, and it attacks and penetrates the blood." I first forced out the poisonous blood in the princess's body, then simmered the medicine to drive the poison, and then entered the body with yang blood, and the poison could be dissolved ninety percent, which could keep the body safe. ”

Hearing him say this, Song Ting also breathed a sigh of relief, and soon, after forcing Zhao Yuanzhen's poisonous blood out, the antidote had already been boiled, and after feeding Zhao Yuanzhen medicinal soup, Ouyang Qingshi took out a small sharp knife from the medical box......

Song Ting understood what he was going to do, rolled up his sleeves, sat on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, and waited for him to take blood......

It hurts slightly, as if it has been eaten by ants, and it gradually becomes painful, and I feel that something is being lost in my body...... He frowned and endured, and when the blood was almost obtained, he couldn't help but scream, suddenly lost consciousness, and fainted on the bed.

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Suddenly there was a beam of light in the darkness, mottled glass, like specks, as if in the vast chaos, it became the only color. The eyelids flutter one after the other, as if approaching the dawn, and you want to see the colors of life. After eyelids jumped a few times, the person on the bed finally slowly opened his eyes......

In front of her, a blurred face gradually became clearer, her eyes were like autumn water, and her long eyelashes were fanning frequently, like a small black brush, which was very beautiful. But her eyebrows were tightly locked, and her pretty face was slightly flushed, showing an anxious and worried look.

Dan's lips moved slightly, she seemed to be speechless, the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, like resentment, like a little expectation, and like a little melancholy. Seeing Song Ting open her eyes, she stretched her brows and showed joy: "Xianggong, are you awake?"

Unexpectedly, the first person I saw when I opened my eyes was Zhao Yuanzhen. Song Ting looked at the faint black circles in the corners of her eyes, compared to the days of poisoning, although the essence, qi, and spirit were not as good as before, her complexion was much better, and her face also had a ruddy color, she sat at the head of the bed, but she didn't know how long she had been waiting for him, so she asked out loud: "How long have I slept?"

Zhao Yuanzhen saw that Song Ting woke up and his body was fine, so he smiled and said, "Xianggong fainted on the spot in order to give me a blood transfusion." Imperial Doctor Ouyang said that you are overworked, have not eaten for a long time, and the dehydration is too severe, and the symptoms of fainting are caused. ”

"Oh, that's right," she said to herself, suddenly remembering that Song Ting was asking her, so she said, "Xianggong, you've been sleeping for two days." It really made the concubine worry for a while, but fortunately, Imperial Doctor Ouyang said that you would be fine. ”

After listening to Zhao Yuanzhen's explanation, Song Ting nodded lightly, he had indeed not eaten or slept for many days, except for eating a meal of flowers in Biyun Villa and falling asleep for a long time, he had never eaten or slept again.

Suddenly, I only heard a rumbling sound in my belly, and my stomach sang about the empty city plan. He touched his stomach embarrassedly, raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Yuanzhen, and found that she was looking at his stomach and laughing.

Zhao Yuanzhen opened the door and shouted softly: "Xiaoman, bring the cooked chicken porridge!"

"Hey!" I only heard a crisp response from outside the door.

Soon Xiaoman came to the room with chicken porridge, and when he saw Song Ting wake up, he shouted happily: "Master Ma, you are awake!" That's great! ”

"I haven't eaten for two days. Must be hungry, right? Xiaoman came to the bed with chicken porridge and wanted to feed Song Ting porridge.

"I'll do it!" Who knew that Zhao Yuanzhen grabbed the bowl and fed the chicken porridge into Song Ting's mouth spoonful by spoonful.

Xiao Man stood aside, just looking at it with a smile.

Every time Song Ting took a bite of porridge, he raised his eyes to look at Zhao Yuanzhen, Zhao Yuanzhen's face turned red, and she pretended to be angry: "You can eat porridge well, what do you want me to do?"

Song Ting said: "Is your poison really cured?"

Zhao Yuanzhen put a tablespoon of porridge into his mouth again, knowing that he had misunderstood him, and muttered: "Imperial Doctor Ouyang said...... The poison is decontaminated, but the cold accumulates for a long time, and it will eventually lead to weakness and cold, and it will take three or five years of recuperation to get better. ”

"Three or five years?" Song Ting clenched his hands into fists, trembled slightly, his eyes suddenly shot out two cold lights, and he asked in a cold voice, "Princess, who poisoned you?"

Zhao Yuanzhen bit her lip lightly, lowered her head and sighed: "I don't know who it is."

Suddenly, he said: "Since the poison is detoxified, I'm fine." Why should the prince be worried about the matter of the concubine? ”

Song Ting stared into her eyes and said solemnly: "You obviously know, but why don't you tell me?" I am your husband, and it is my duty to save you and care for you. ”

Zhao Yuanzhen put the bowl on her knees, lowered her head and sighed, and also looked up at Song Ting, her eyes were red, and she said affectionately: "Xianggong, you have done enough for your concubine." The concubine was very moved, and the concubine didn't want to be in danger for the concubine anymore. Things in the palace, you and I can hide as much as we can, and live our lives. Stop pursuing it, okay? In the end, it was as if he was pleading.

Song Ting saw her sad appearance, so he didn't ask any more questions, and smiled on his face: "Listen to you, live our life well." But he secretly swore in his heart: "Dare to poison my wife, no matter who you are, I will not let you have a good time!"

Seeing that he agreed, Zhao Yuanzhen was overjoyed, with a smile on her face, very charming and moving, and fed the porridge again: "Xianggong, come, eat porridge." I made this porridge with my own hands. You eat a little more......"

"Hmm. The porridge made by the princess is really delicious...... "Song Ting is indeed hungry, and now as long as there is something to eat, he will feel delicious." However, this porridge boiled by Zhao Yuanzhen ...... It's a bit salty, isn't it?

"Come, I'll feed you a bite too." Song Ting snatched the spoon, scooped a little, and brought it to Zhao Yuanzhen's lips.

Zhao Yuanzhen only thought that he was deliberately joking, so he blushed and said that he would not eat, and Song Ting repeatedly asked her to take a bite, but she reluctantly opened her mouth and ate a little.

As Dan's lips squirmed slightly, Zhao Yuanzhen suddenly seemed to choke, she glared at Song Ting sideways, the look on her face was wonderful, she chewed slowly twice, and wanted to spit it out, but finally swallowed it forcefully.

"It's delicious." Zhao Yuanzhen wiped the corners of her mouth and pretended that nothing had happened.

Song Ting rolled his eyes and was speechless for a while.

Zhao Yuanzhen smiled, like a blooming rose.

The porridge couldn't be eaten, so Zhao Yuanzhen had to tell Xue Yan and Xiaoman to cook and eat.

At dusk, the meal was ready, Xiaoman specially made roast chicken, steamed fish, and stewed ginseng soup. Originally, I wanted to invite Ouyang Qingshi and Huangfu Yangming to come to dinner together, but who knew that after the two elders left a doctor's order, they had already left in the morning.

When night came, Song Ting in the pavilion lay on the reclining chair, touched his bulging belly, listened to the insects and birds around him, closed his eyes and hummed, which was very pleasant.

Zhao Yuanzhen wears a peony flower color narrow sleeves, a pair of silk on his feet, cloud temples like mist, loose bun, a golden step is swayed on the bun, two gold beads fall under it, and there is a tinkling sound when he walks.

"Princess." Song Ting got up from the recliner and saluted respectfully.

Zhao Yuanzhen was a little displeased, her beautiful eyes looked at him, and said, "How can the prince be so angry, and he is still called a concubine princess?" Can Xiang Gong be called differently? ”

"And what should I call you?" Song Ting didn't react for a while, and scratched the back of his head.

Zhao Yuanzhen stared at him with beautiful eyes.

He suddenly realized, clasped his fists and sang: "Lady."

Zhao Yuanzhen's pretty face flew with a touch of red glow, and he said: "Yuanzhen returned the gift to the prime minister......

Zhao Yuanzhen walked over and took his hand, and the two sat on the recliner together, their ten fingers clasped tightly, their five fingers connected to their hearts, and the faint fragrance beside them came to their nostrils, and Song Ting's heart was beating wildly......

"Xianggong ......" Zhao Yuanzhen's face was slightly red, and she looked at Song Ting with her eyes. Suddenly, he slowly stretched out his arms, climbed up Song Ting's arms, and hugged his shoulders.

Song Ting only felt that his heart was beating violently, and his left hand wrapped around Zhao Yuanzhen's soft and delicate arm...... It made him uncontrollable, and he couldn't help but swing one after another, his mind was blank, and he was dumbfounded, and his hands and feet were at a loss.

Zhao Yuanzhen hooked Song Ting's neck with both hands, the two were soft and delicate and soft, she suddenly leaned over and hugged Song Ting, buried her head in Song Ting's chest, and pressed a pair of upright ** softly on his lower abdomen......

Song Ting's face was red, his ears were red, he felt that his whole body was hot and unbearable, his mouth was dry, he was holding Zhao Yuanzhen in one hand, and there was nowhere to put his other hand...... At this moment, he really wanted time to stop, so that he and her would always hug like this.

"Xianggong, where do you say I slept tonight?" Zhao Yuanzhen suddenly raised her face, her red lips were like fire, and her eyes were like water.

Song Ting really wanted to kiss like this......