And then he went back to the palace.

Meng Zhaoyan said goodbye to Wang Qing, it was already ten in the afternoon, and he hurried back to Huiyan Pavilion, but he looked like a person going to the empty building. After asking the next person, Fang knew that as soon as the Song Painting Temple could get up, he went to the pharmacy in the Baicao Garden again.

Meng Zhaoyan was angry and helpless, he never understood how the single-minded nature of the Song Painting Temple came from.

Miss Song Si has been stupid for more than ten years, once sober and like a prodigy, but even more because of her unfathomable medical attainments, there is really no solution, no solution.

Meng Zhaoyan turned the wheelchair, left the Huiyan Pavilion, detoured from the path, and turned around for half an hour, only to see the exquisite plaque of the Baicao Garden, hidden under the shade of the branches, which was quite interesting.

This was carefully arranged by Meng Zhaoyan. But it is rare to be appreciated by the Song Painting Temple, I am afraid that she only knows how to study medicine, and does not know how to appreciate the scenery.

Another sigh of helplessness.

Entering the Full Moon Gate, Meng Zhaoyan suppressed the voice of the maid at the door who wanted to see him, waved away the others, straightened his wrinkled robe, and pushed the door open to enter.

In his eyes is a screen that is usually put away, but today it suddenly let go, the mist of the bamboo forest is reflected, and the clouds are floating, Meng Zhaoyan doesn't have the heart to look more, from his angle, his eyes can only look at the skirt of the corner of the Song Painting Temple, fluttering back and forth.

Meng Zhaoyan felt strange, and when he walked inside, he saw the Song Painting Temple flipping back and forth in front of the case, and his face was still dyed sickly white, but he was covered with sweat, and his anxious color was full.

The bookshelf behind the Song Painting Temple had been turned over a little messily, obviously looking for something.

There was no case on the case, and he was in a hurry to go to the doctor and began to look at the small collapse next to him.

Meng Zhaoyan stepped forward to stop her hand, and pulled out the handkerchief to naturally wipe the sweat from the corners of Song Huaci's forehead, but it made Song Huaci feel abruptly paused.

She hurriedly pulled the handkerchief, and hurriedly caught a glimpse of the corner of the handkerchief embroidered with a "Yan", the words were delicate, the embroidery was neat, and it was obviously embroidered by a woman with heart.

Somehow, I thought I was being mixed up, and I made a "pop".

She wiped her sweat with the movements she had just made, and her movements were vain.

Meng Zhaoyan didn't feel embarrassed, and only asked: "The ancestral hall is not yet well, so I came to the pharmacy, what are you looking for?" ”

Song Huaci was anxious when he mentioned this, and hurriedly pointed to the desk that had been sorted out, and said, "Have you seen the pile of medicinal powder on my table?" ”

Meng Zhaoyan was relieved, of course he knew where the medicinal powder went, but he didn't want to hand it over to the Song Painting Temple, so he said, "I've asked someone to clean that pile, what kind of medicinal powder?" ”

Song Huaci had a bad heart, and sighed, "Oh my God, it was developed with great difficulty, and it finally succeeded, why did you ask someone to clean it up!" ”

Meng Zhaoyan's face darkened suddenly, "What do you want that medicinal powder for?" ”

He knew that the medicinal powder was the culprit of Song Huaci's poisoning this time!

"You don't know, this medicine is very magical, it can be poisoned and detoxified, I am sick this time, it is this poison, if it is developed, it will be of a lot of use! But you threw it at me! ”

Song Huaci was so anxious that he stomped his feet, and after thinking about it, he was even more panicked in his heart, and asked, "Do you know who cleaned up the medicine powder?" ”

Don't give up yet! "Why do you ask this?"

"This powder can easily poison people, I'm afraid that someone will accidentally poison after cleaning up."

Meng Zhaoyan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, the person who cleaned up is Xiyue, she is fine, but she was beaten by an assassin, and she hasn't woken up yet." ”

"That's good, that's good."

said so, but the disappointment on the face of the Song Painting Temple did not go away at all, Meng Zhaoyan couldn't bear it when he saw it, and saw that the Song Painting Temple was still looking around, so he said slowly: "I know there is a person there." ”

The Song Painting Temple didn't react at first, but after a while, it turned its head and asked, "Who is it?" You know? ”

"Yes." Meng Zhaoyan nodded, but he didn't say everything, and sold Guanzi.

"You mean!"

Meng Zhaoyan smiled and said, "Do you have an impression of the person who rectified for you?" ”

"Imperial Doctor Lu?"

"Exactly. He diagnosed your illness with this powder, and then asked me if you could give it to him......"

Song Huaci heard it now, and said sharply: "Meng Zhaoyan, you lied to me, you obviously know!" ”

"Yes, yes, I know, I just don't want you to toss yourself anymore, you are sick of yourself, but you are worried about others, I really don't want to suffer that kind of taste."

The atmosphere changed sharply, and the words were meaningful, but the Song Painting Temple could understand it, and he lost his words for a while, and said for a long time: "That...... And then what? ”

"I gave him permission, he held a small bottle in his hand, and asked someone to take care of the rest."

The Song Painting Temple finally breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, it was not completely destroyed by Meng Zhaoyan.

Meng Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows, "As soon as you wake up, you're just busy working for this?" ”

He pointed to the surrounding places that were messed up by the Song Painting Temple, which was a joke.

Song Huaci burned his face in an instant, and he didn't say anything, but he acquiesced.

Meng Zhaoyan always has to convince Song Huaci of his stubbornness and stupidity in this regard, sometimes he looks cute, sometimes he is helpless.

He said: "That's it, don't say more, go back to the room and rest, your body is just right, you still need to be raised, I don't want to see you run here like this again, and next time, I don't mean to play with the matter of receiving medical books." ”

Meng Zhaoyan was a little more serious now, and Song Huaci was afraid that he would mention such a stubble, so he hurriedly said: "Okay, I know, let's go back, don't keep talking about this, I'm panicking, and I can't wait to read it now!" ”

Meng Zhaoyan couldn't hold back his laughter, and following his heart, he picked up a strand of hair around the neck of the Song Painting Temple, slowly rubbed it between them, and said, "My princess, she is really cute." ”

The tone was so light that it seemed like there was nothing, but it made the fire on the face of the Song Painting Temple burn straight to the ears.

Meng Zhaoyan turned around and left first, signaling the Song Painting Temple behind him to follow, the Song Painting Temple was weak, and he didn't say much, and obediently followed.

The two of them went one after the other, and in the afternoon the wind or carried their long hair, and the paths and corridors were the fragrance wafting from the garden, which was not strong, but also lovely.

Halfway through the journey, the Song Painting Temple finally reflected, she kept following behind Meng Zhaoyan, her thoughts turned a little bit, and finally turned to Meng Zhaoyan.

"Hey, Meng Zhaoyan, what are you looking for me?"

Meng Zhaoyan turned his head slightly, his side face was clear and profound, his hair was flowing, and he was handsome and elegant, and he suddenly trembled the heart of the Song Painting Temple.

"You really don't know?" He asked rhetorically

"Do you know what?"

"Do you remember that I just went out, so what's the matter?"

So what's going on?

Song Huaci tilted his head and thought.

- You go to meet your sister, she has been waiting for you for a long time, but you have never seen her in the eye, you have understood your sister, you will definitely like her.

- Okay, then according to your wishes, I will go to see Miss Song San, but if this matter does not work, I will not mention it again in the future.

Song Huaci's eyes widened, and he couldn't close his mouth in surprise, and he grinded out a sentence for a long time, "You went to see my sister?" ”

"Remembered?" Meng Zhaoyan hooked his lips sideways, his eyes were on the side, and he couldn't hook the Song Painting Temple.

Song Huaci understood, hurriedly stepped forward, and nodded his head.

"Exactly, I went to see Miss Song San according to your wishes."