"Ahem, since the Queen Mother is so fond of it, there will be the imperial doctor of King Lao, Qinglan cough cough, quickly go and invite the eldest brother and the royal doctor Wang, cough cough, please come in."

Not long ago, Youyu Lingshuang deliberately found a reason to send Qing'er out of the house, ignoring this girl's bitter pleading, and resolutely drove her away.

Too lazy to explain anything, and didn't want to care whether she would be grateful or resentful.

The palace side by side seems to be calm, but in fact, the dark tide is turbulent, she still has a trace of affection for Qing'er, so she will silently point out a yin road for her, and she has already arranged the second half of Qing'er's life.

Saving her from danger, giving her freedom, and ensuring that she has no worries about food and clothing for the rest of her life, it can be regarded as the end of Youyu Lingshuang's benevolence, and since then this master-servant relationship has ended.

In the future, her life and death will no longer have anything to do with her.

As for her current personal maid Qinglan, she is actually a spy arranged by Youyu Lingshuang in the palace side by side early in the morning, ostensibly the second lady's person, but in fact it is hers.

At her request, Han Yage didn't serve many people, half of the people left behind were her people, half were sent by others to spy on her, and there were about five shadow guards in the shadows, all of whom should be Wen Yun's people.

Lying on the couch, Yu Yu Lingshuang frowned, and her palms were clutching a white handkerchief that had been pinched and deformed, her forbearant cough was sometimes weak and sometimes strong, and her bloodless face was flushed crimson, as if she had been coated with a thin layer of rouge.

Qinglan looked at Youyu Lingshuang with concern, she had followed her master for many years, although she could not always follow her master like the wind, but Qinglan knew everything about her within the scope of her master's permission.

The Four Protectors of the Shadow Sect are the people who have the most power to speak except for the sect leader on the dark side, but in fact, only a very few people who know know know that Jiuyi's existence is no less than the eight henchmen of the sect leader, and even higher than them.

Because each of them is possessed by strange arts, and has abilities that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Qinglan is the Qingyi in the nine clothes, ninety-nine is one, each of them has voluntarily established a blood contract with Youyu Lingshuang, and they have mutual feelings.

The master's current situation is not optimistic, Qinglan is very anxious, and she wants to kill all the people who get in the way, but she will never disobey the master's order.

So she forcibly held back her murderous aura, secretly told herself that she was now a spy sent by the second lady, pretended to be a proper look of anxiety, hurriedly opened the door, and retreated to the side very obediently.

Seeing this, Wen Qitian's gaze seemed to sweep over Qinglan inadvertently, and in just a moment, his gaze suddenly became sharp, shooting straight towards the dark feather frost behind the veil, as if these veils that could block the sight of others did not exist at all, and anyone would have nothing to hide in front of him.

The Imperial Physician was about fifty years old, carrying a medicine box with him, with gray sideburns, a large neat beard, and kind eyebrows, and if you ignore the glint that flashed from time to time in those cloudy eyes, he looked like a very good person.

"I've seen the county lord." The royal physician bowed and saluted.

"There is Lord Laowang, cough cough" Youyu Lingshuang coughed low while holding the embroidered handkerchief, her voice was weak, and she sounded very sick.

Seeing that the imperial physician Wang had put the medicine box and taken out the golden silk thread from it, Qinglan took it from his hand without being instructed, gently lifted the veil and walked in, tied the thread to the right wrist exposed by Youyu Lingshuang, and then retreated to the side.

Imperial Physician Wang's left hand wrapped around the other end of the gold thread, and his right hand stretched out two fingers on the gold thread, contemplating and calming for a long time, before he said:

"The county lord occasionally feels the wind and cold, and there is no big problem, but the body is relatively weak, in addition to the medical cold, you must pay more attention to the tonics."

As he spoke, he took a pen and paper and prescribed a prescription.

"Ahem, thank you Lord Wang, and please go back to tell the Queen Mother for Yin Ya, Yin Ya cough cough...... I am very grateful for the care of her old man, and I will personally come to thank her in a few days, and I will disturb it at that time, and please don't disturb the peace of the palace because of the elegance of the palace" Yu Yulingshuang's eyes flashed slightly, and he smiled lightly.

After he wrote the recipe, Qinglan untied the gold thread and handed it back to him.

"The words of the county lord, the lower officials will definitely bring it and say goodbye."

Imperial Doctor Wang saluted Youyu Lingshuang and Wen Qitian respectively, and then sorted out his things, put the medicine box on his back and left.

"The little sister has to be well-cultivated, if she misses the table on the day of the banquet, the eldest brother will be very sorry."

After that, he brushed his sleeves away, and the show was about to play, but the protagonist could not be missing.

Wen Qitian had something to say, could it be that something fun would happen on the day of the banquet.

Yu Yu Lingshuang squinted, does it have anything to do with her, calculate the time, there are only five days left before the banquet starts, she has a lot of things, it seems that she has to hurry up.