The imperial doctor still tried to make an official tone: "Don't think nonsense, don't think about it, you take care of your ......"

"I want to hear the truth!" Leng Qinglang accentuated his tone.

The imperial doctor hesitated: "As long as you keep your mind calm and stay in bed, there is still a lot of hope." ”

Leng Qinglang smiled coldly: "It's enough to have your words, from today on, I will be in bed to recuperate, my feet don't touch the ground, if this child still can't be saved, hum, be careful of your dog's life!" ”

When the imperial doctor heard this, he was so frightened that he knelt down, sweating like rain.

Leng Qinglang looked at him coldly: "Still not telling the truth? ”

Only then did the imperial doctor say truthfully: "Actually, Niangniang, you have already injured the roots, and it is unlikely that this child can be born healthy." In addition, the last time you were angry and had a fetal gas, if it weren't for the princess's mother, I'm afraid the child would have been lost. ”

Leng Qinglang had a pale face, and said word by word: "In other words, it is difficult for me to give birth to this child safely, right?" ”

The imperial doctor hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and carefully considered the words: "The villain's medical skills are mediocre, maybe the princess can keep it." ”

Leng Qinglang slowly leaned back, leaned on the soft pillow, and waved his hand weakly to the imperial doctor: "Stand down." ”

The imperial doctor suddenly retreated as if he had been amnesty, carrying the medicine box.

Leng Qinglang lay down for a long time, without saying a word, and finally slowly opened his eyes and made a decision.

She called in Zhao's mother: "I want to eat Gui Fangzhai's candied fruit, you go and help me weigh some of everything." ”

Murong Qi, who had a sense of crisis, went directly to Shen Linfeng after leaving the wisteria building.

In order to find Leng Qinghuan just now, he had been running around for most of the day, and he was already very tired. So when he left the palace, he saw the carriage waiting at the door, so he got into the carriage directly.

When he arrived at Shen Linfeng's yamen, he pounced, and the officials told him that Shen Linfeng had gone to the criminal department, but looking at the sky, he should be able to come back immediately.

Murong Qi panicked in his heart, feeling that if he couldn't ask about this matter today, he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep well.

So, he decided to wait, right in the carriage.

The coachman is a man of few words, does not like to talk, the two of them are in the car, and the other is outside the car, and no one is silent.

Murong Qi lifted the curtain, he immediately put down the whip in his arms and stood up: "What does the prince command." ”

Murong Qi glanced at him: "It's okay, you sit down, this king just wants to ask you a few words." ”

The coachman didn't dare to sit: "Lord Wang, if you have something to ask." ”

Before Murong Qi could speak, he felt a little ashamed to speak, very unnatural, put his fist to his lips, and coughed lightly: "It's the last Mid-Autumn Festival night, do you remember?" ”

The coachman rolled his eyes cautiously, not knowing whether to remember or not.

Murong Qi added: "Tell the truth." ”

The coachman smiled wryly and scratched the back of his head: "Remember." ”

"From beginning to end, you tell this king again."

The coachman muttered a little in his heart, how could his prince still have such a hobby? Do you do this kind of thing yourself, and you still want others to talk about your feelings? I didn't feel anything other than feeding the mosquitoes.

He said: "The villain listened to your words that day, hid far away, didn't look at anything, and didn't hear anything. ”

"Why did Leng Qinglang get into the king's carriage that day?"

"The little eye is clumsy, I mistakenly took the side concubine Niangniang as the princess that day, so I didn't stop it."

The coachman couldn't figure out what his prince was thinking, and thought that people were holding him responsible, so he was busy asking for guilt.

In this way, it was not that he was drunk that day, but indeed Leng Qinglang had a conspiracy. Did she risk being condemned by herself, just to have a spring breeze with herself?

Murong Qi's heart sank again.

"And then? I don't know if it was drunkenness or some other reason that day, and I don't remember anything about what happened that night. ”

The coachman was a little more bold at this time: "Later, when you came out of the palace and got into the carriage, you let the villain out of the city and all the way to the lake. The villain left in amusement. What exactly happened, the little ones don't know. ”

Murong Qi thumped his head in annoyance: "How long did it take for this king to wake up?" ”

The coachman "snorted" twice, and said very embarrassedly: "It seems that it is just a meal." ”

"A meal?"

The coachman listened to his tone a little bad, and added another sentence: "The kind that gobbles up and doesn't drink soup." ”

Murong Qi's face darkened.

Thanks to the coachman's tight mouth and never talking nonsense, otherwise he would now be the laughing stock of the big guys.

Gobbling up a meal and ending the fight, is he really talking about himself?

When the coachman saw the sudden change in his face, he was so frightened that he immediately silenced him, shrank his head, and rubbed his whip to the side. If you have to ask yourself, don't blame me for telling the truth.

Murong Qi had already lowered the curtain and returned to the car.

The coachman's words reminded him of another thing he had been ignoring:

On that day, Leng Qinglang's body clearly had the smell of acacia, which he remembered clearly.

Where did she get this medicine? This is not a common medicine such as angelica bellflower, which is found all over the street. Don't say that she is a woman in the boudoir, even a man in the market may not have seen it.

Except for those prodigal children who often linger in the Qinglou.

This reminded him of Fang Pinzhi and Jin Er, both of whom are such characters. He also saw it in the teahouse where Jin Er stayed, and had a misunderstanding with Qing Huan.

The person who is close to Jin Er's movement is Leng Qinglang, not Leng Qinghuan.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, perhaps, he needed to talk calmly with Leng Qinghuan, including what happened that day in Nanshan Nunnery, and tell it out and no longer hide it.

He lifted the curtain of the car, and just wanted to tell the coachman to go back to the palace, Shen Linfeng came back on horseback, and was a little surprised to see that he was waiting for him.

"I'll wait for you here, explain the things in the yamen clearly, and go to have a glass of wine together."

Shen Linfeng had just sent away Leng Qinghuan, who was steaming with anger today, and he vaguely guessed from Deputy General Yu's words that the two must have quarreled angrily. Seeing the depression on Murong Qi's face, he should be a good lobbyist and persuade him.

immediately informed the people in the yamen, and went directly to the nearest restaurant with Murong Qi.

Finding a quiet private seat to sit down, Murong Qi went straight to the point and asked him about Fang Pinzhi's case. Shen Linfeng didn't hide it, and told Murong Qi all the clues he knew.

"My cousin-in-law was worried that the brotherhood between me and you would be ruined, and she said that this case should be put aside for the time being, and then I did not continue the investigation."

Murong Qi threw away the wine glass, got up and left.

Shen Linfeng chased after him and asked, "What are you going to do?" Haven't finished the wine yet? ”

Who is in the mood to continue eating?

The top of the head is green.

This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that he already understands why Leng Qinghuan is angry with himself.

She said that she was half hidden and half intercepted, she really misunderstood, she and Leng Qinglang have always been ambiguous, and the child in Leng Qinglang's belly is her own!

Hurry back to the house and plead guilty, kneeling mace!