According to the method Lu Linshen said, the subordinates carefully cooked the medicine, and Lu Linshen personally supervised it on the side.

Meng Zhaoyan stayed in the outer hall, and only then did he go in and see that Song Qiaoshu was still guarding the bedside, her eyes darkened, and she went out without saying a word.

The dark guard appeared quietly, considering that Song Qiaoshu was still in the house, the dark guard approached Meng Zhaoyan's ear and spoke, and when the words fell, Meng Zhaoyan's face was silent, but the waves in his eyes darkened.

"What about people?"

"Pressed in the firewood room."

"Find someone to watch closely, don't kill yourself, interrogate me carefully, see if there are any accomplices, and find out who is the mastermind behind it."

"My subordinates understand."

After the secret guard finished speaking, he left, Meng Zhaoyan turned his wheelchair and went to the inner hall again, and saw from a distance that the face of the Song Painting Temple was still terrifyingly white, but the person who seemed to have sunk into a coma now had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

And Song Qiaoshu, who was guarding in front of the bed, kept wiping it off with a handkerchief.

Meng Zhaoyan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly stepped forward, "Changyun, go and call Imperial Doctor Lu over." ”

"Yes." Chang Yun was also anxious when he saw Song Huaci like this, and immediately ran out.

"There's Miss Lao Song San," Meng Zhaoyan said politely, and while Song Qiaoshu left to wash the veil, Meng Zhaoyan came to the bed and gave Song Huaci a little pulse.

However, this exploration had another vision, Meng Zhaoyan found that the pulse of the Song Painting Ancestral Hall was disordered, and his complexion was no longer as calm as before, and he showed pain at this moment.

Meng Zhaoyan was anxious in his heart, seeing Song Qiaoshu so helpless on the side, he couldn't help but say sharply: "During the time that this king is leaving, can anyone come?" ”

"No, Qiao Shu has been staying next to her sister, and no one has come, this ...... Sister, what's wrong? ”

Song Qiaoshu was so anxious that she was about to cry, but Meng Zhaoyan didn't leave her a good face at all, she could only stand aside and do it in a hurry, as if she couldn't step into the boundary divided by the two people on the bed at all, and she was completely excluded.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a touch of sadness in my heart.

Lu Linshen quickly rushed over, skipped Song Qiaoshu and walked to the bedside, at this moment it was the first time he saw the true face of the Song Painting Temple, he didn't have time to be amazed, he raised his hand and put his hand on the wrist of the Song Painting Temple, and after a while, he glanced at Meng Zhaoyan on the side, and the two of them secretly screamed in their hearts.

Lu Linshen looked around, and then noticed Song Qiaoshu standing not far away, "Dare to ask the girl?" ”

He asked Meng Zhaoyan, and naturally Meng Zhaoyan answered: "The princess's sister, Song Qiaoshu, Miss Song San." ”

Lu Lin was stunned and bowed, "Miss Song San is rude, may I ask Miss Song San to feed the princess?" ”

Song Qiaoshu shook her head blankly, "No, the ancestral hall is like this, how can you feed her?" ”

"Have you ever had tea?"

Song Qiaoshu thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes, the ancestral hall just said that she was thirsty, so I poured a glass of water with her." ”

Lu Linshen walked to the table and picked up the teacup, "Is this it?" ”

"Exactly."

Lu Linshen sniffed lightly, nodded and said, "Yes, it's this tea that has a problem." ”

Meng Zhaoyan's face was gloomy when he heard this, and he asked, "But someone poisoned it?" ”

Lu Linshen shook his head and said: "No, the tea is the best Tieguanyin, no one poisons it, and ordinary people are fine if they drink it." But the princess drank it and there was a problem. ”

"What's the explanation?"

"Tieguanyin is cold, and after the princess was poisoned, her body was hot, indicating that she was hot inside, and the collision between the two would definitely cause pulse disorders. But the prince doesn't have to worry, the princess is not deeply poisoned, the medicine is shallow, and as Miss Song San said, the amount of tea she drank was not much. ”

"When the coolness of the tea fades and survives this formation, the princess's pulse will ease down before the medicine can be used, otherwise the consequences will ......" Lu Lin shook his head deeply, "The consequences are also something that the minister dare not think." ”

Song Qiaoshu was shocked that the handkerchief in her hand fell, she never thought about her unintentional mistake, and almost indirectly killed the ancestral hall.

Meng Zhaoyan had a headache, he rubbed his eyebrows, and said: "Changyun, Miss Song San is tired, help Miss Song San back to the room, the princess will take care of it here, don't bother Miss Song San." ”

Song Qiaoshu was shocked, shook her head again and again, and said, "Lord Wang...... Qiao Shu was unintentional, not trying to harm the ancestral hall......

"Let's go down."

In the internal affairs of the palace, Lu Lin is not easy to interfere, and Meng Zhaoyan is already iron-hearted, he has lost patience with Song Qiaoshu crying like this, and when he thinks that his ancestral hall is suffering at the moment, he can't suppress the anger in his heart.

Chang Yun saw that the prince had lost patience and knew that staying like this would only backfire, so he pulled the hem of Song Qiaoshu's clothes, "Miss, let's go." ”

When she walked out of the outer hall, Song Qiaoshu's tears finally fell uncontrollably, Chang Yun hurriedly comforted her when she saw this, but Song Qiaoshu didn't say a word, and her heart was covered with a haze that could not be dispersed.

Seeing that the people were far away, he pondered for a while, and slowly spoke: "Lord, the minister has some words, I don't know whether to say it or not." ”

"Say." Meng Zhaoyan turned his back to him and carefully wiped the sweat on his forehead for the Song Painting Temple.

"Miss Song San is really an unintentional mistake, so why should the prince be angry with her."

"Do you think the king is doing something wrong?"

"I don't dare."

"And what do you mean?"

Lu Lin groaned slightly, and then said: "Lord Wang is really unfair to Miss Song San like this. ”

"When encountering something about the ancestral hall, this king can't help but be anxious." Meng Zhaoyan pinned the scattered hair of the Song Painting Temple behind his ears.

"The prince's love for the princess is beyond words."

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Lord Wang, you have your own mission, the existence of the princess, maybe help, maybe fatal......"

"Presumptuous!"

Meng Zhaoyan turned his head suddenly, his eyes were fierce, and he looked at Lu Linshen with a fierce attitude.

And Lu Linshen was still neither humble nor arrogant, bent down and arched his hand: "Although the minister doesn't ask about the court, he can still understand this truth, the prince has great ambitions, and he must not get lost in this." ”

He spread his hands out, made another big salute, knelt on his knees, prostrate his whole body, and said: "The minister is loyal, I hope that the prince will be clear." ”

Meng Zhaoyan knew that he had overreacted, so he gathered his thoughts and said in a deep voice: "Get up." ”

Lu Lin's deep face did not change and stood up straight.

"This king has his own opinions, what kind of person the princess is, this king naturally knows, Lin Shen's loyalty to this king, this king naturally knows, Lin Shen doesn't need to mention this matter again."

Lu Linshen stepped aside, and Meng Zhaoyan asked, "Does Lin Shen know any way to alleviate the princess's pain?" ”

"The prince forgives his sins, but the minister is incompetent."

"That's it," Meng Zhaoyan waved his hand irritably, and he inadvertently saw that the lower lip of the Song Painting Temple had been bitten by herself, and the pain reached the bottom of his heart.

"How long will it take for the princess to take medicine?"

Lu Lin said deeply: "It will take two hours." ”

Meng Zhaoyan's face was extremely ugly, two hours, to put it simply, it can be seen that the Song Painting Temple is so tormented, how can he persist in the past!

"The prince doesn't have to worry, if the princess doesn't have this disease, her health should be very good, she will definitely be able to survive this battle, and if she takes care of her carefully in the future, her body will recover as before."

"You go, come back in two hours, this king doesn't want to see you now."

It's useless to talk more, Meng Zhaoyan is so upset that no one wants to see it.

But this is exactly in line with Lu Lin's deep heart, Meng Zhaoyan is so manic at the moment, he is really afraid that the prince will take him under the knife.