Lang'er did what he said, and really wrapped up the entire teahouse, and only sat at their table on the two floors of the huge upper and lower floors, and the singers sang jingling for an afternoon, Shi Qingran listened to it with satisfaction, and did not forget to leave a silver ingot as a reward.

In the two days that Song Yuchen was away, she got up on time every morning, went out for a stroll with Lang'er, walked from the east of the city to the west of the city, drank enough tea, and ate enough snacks before returning to the palace.

Except for Song Yuchen, no one in the house has always been willing to talk to her more, let alone care about her.

After Song Yuchen left, the only one who could talk to her was a mess.

However, Shi Qingran didn't care about this, she felt that life like this was also very good.

After seven or eight days of leisurely wandering like this, she began to feel bored, and she didn't go out to listen to music anymore, and the drama books she bought were thrown everywhere.

This morning, Lang'er pushed the door in and saw her young lady sleeping soundly on the table, with a drama book under her head.

She put down the washing water and walked over, pulled her young lady by the collar and lifted the person up, and lowered her eyes to see a puddle of freshly baked hara flowing on the page.

Shi Qingran felt a cold on her face in her sleep, opened her eyes in a daze, and heard Lang'er say in her ear, "Miss, get up and change your clothes." ”

"I don't change my clothes, I don't go out today." She shook her head in confusion, and immediately closed her eyes, intending to make up for her sleep, and when she saw Zizi in the drama last night, she now had a headache.

Lang'er was extremely calm, "It's okay if you don't come out, then I'll go and burn the post sent by the emperor now." ”

Shi Qingran instantly fell asleep, and a carp sat up, "Who?" ”

Lang'er raised his hand and pulled out a bright yellow satin hinge post from his sleeve.

Shi Qingran couldn't see clearly what was written in the neat small characters at this time, her brain was stimulated by the words "emperor", and she fell back into the sequelae of lack of sleep after waking up for a moment.

Until she was stuffed into the grand palace dress and sent to the carriage, she was still in a daze, immersed in the dream that was intertwined with the content of the drama last night, and while continuing to get drunk and dreaming of death, she tried her best to think about why the emperor called her into the palace by name at this time.

Song Yuchen is not here, she is not familiar with Song Yuxun, what is there to say?

The carriage entered the Shenwu Gate, and as soon as she got out of the car, she saw a bright yellow figure with a long jade pestle standing in front of the main hall.

Shi Qingran never expected that she would one day have this honor, so that the Ninety-Five Venerable of the Golden Branches and Jade Leaves would come to greet her, she trotted over in fear, lifted her clothes and was about to kneel on the ground, "Concubine Ginseng-"

"Excuse me." Song Yuxun interrupted her words, and her tone was a little anxious, "Qingran, you come with me first." ”

After speaking, she waved her hand and ordered the two little palace maids to help Shi Qingran onto the sedan chair, and followed behind her silently, perhaps because her figure was too slender and thin, and no one noticed her existence.

Shi Qingran hesitated, but decided to ask clearly, "Your Majesty, is something wrong?" ”

No matter whether she is going to the guillotine or the Hongmen banquet next, she has to figure it out in advance first, it is better than dying in vain, both horizontally and vertically, she doesn't want to die without turning a blind eye.

Song Yuxun sat on the golden sedan chair beside her, his face was a little pale, and his brows were tightly locked.

It was the first time she saw Song Yuxun, who had always been gentle and elegant, now looking like she was unyielding.

"It's abrupt to call you into the palace in such a hurry," he first threw off a neat polite sentence, ironing Shi Qingran's heart properly, and then cut to the point, "Mianmian is a little uncomfortable, I want you to take a look." ”

Shi Qingran hurriedly bent over, "The emperor is serious, what is the discomfort of the mother's body, can you tell the concubine first?" ”

Song Yu was silent for a moment, revealing in front of the cuffs embroidered with the golden dragon, five slender fingers as jade clenched into fists, and the knuckles were clearly red, as if there was blood stasis.

"Later, see for yourself."

Since the emperor said so, it was naturally difficult for her to continue to ask questions without knowing the times, but she still maintained the posture of the blessed body.

She sat on the sedan chair, and after a few seconds of stalemate in this position, she felt that her back was sore.

Seeing that Song Yuchen didn't seem to be in the mood to take care of her at the moment, Shi Qingran coughed lightly, quietly straightened up, and at the same time glanced back at Lang'er who was following behind him.

The latter winked at her and gave her a reassuring look.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time couldn't help but wonder.

When the queen of the dynasty was unwell, didn't the imperial hospital in the palace still have a group of old doctors? How can you use her, a nameless and surnameless Yelangzhong, to diagnose and treat?

But she only thought about it silently in her heart, and didn't dare to ask it.

The queen's bedroom is called Qiwu Palace, she heard the story when she heard the book before, and the name also has a quote from the scriptures, which is taken from "a hundred birds celebrate the New Year, but the phoenix perches on the Wu".

The attendants carrying the sedan chair were very eye-catching, and the wind seemed to be born under their feet, and they arrived in front of the Qiwu Palace after a while.

Lang'er stepped forward to help Shi Qingran get off the sedan chair, and just held her with one hand, when a terrible scream suddenly came from the Qiwu Palace, which frightened Shi Qingran's body and almost fell to the ground very unproductively, and was quietly and steadily supported by Lang'er.

Song Yuchen's face sank a little more than just now, and the green tendons on his forehead also jumped, even forgetting the basic politeness, and with a wave of his bright yellow sleeves, the person had already flown in through the gate.

That scream sounded very scary, Shi Qingran didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly ran in behind him.

After entering the door, as soon as she glanced at it, she couldn't help but be stunned - this is like the queen's bedroom, and it is clearly a cult gathering point.

The courtyard was full of trembling little palace maids and chamberlains, all of whom were lying on the ground, and they almost wanted to bury their heads in the soil when they saw the posture.

She was stunned for a moment, and another scream came from inside, which resounded throughout the hall, and when she heard it, her scalp was numb, and she hurriedly walked inside.

Along the way, there were trembling men kneeling at his feet, and he should be dressed in a hospital, and his posture was no different from that of the little palace maid outside.

The first one was an old lady doctor, whose appearance was very much in line with folklore, with a snow-white beard and hair, but now this complexion destroyed the overall feeling of fairy wind bones.

Song Yuxun furrowed his brows and asked in a deep voice, "How is it?" ”

"Your Majesty's forgiveness, it's the incompetence of the ministers, but the ministers do their best, and they can't get close to the queen's body, this, how can this diagnose the disease? Please also ask the emperor to think of a way again. ”