Seeing that Song Qiaoshu didn't react, Chang Yun gently pushed her to remind her, and Song Qiaoshu bowed her knees and said, "Qiao Shu remember." ”

The Song Painting Temple on the bed seemed to hear Song Qiaoshu's voice, and finally reacted, calling her sister in a louder voice.

Even with Meng Zhaoyan in the middle, Song Qiaoshu really loved the Song Painting Temple, and immediately cried and ran to the bedside, Meng Zhaoyan took half a step back with interest, but stared at Song Qiaoshu closely, gathering peaks between her eyebrows, for fear that something would happen to the Song Painting Temple.

Song Huaci half-knelt beside the bed, looking at Song Huaci's pale face as a piece of paper, crying for a while, how can people not be pitied, the whole room is still silent, Song Huaci heard her sister's crying in her ears, and the consciousness that had been drowsy finally had a tendency to wake up.

She raised her hand slightly, moved slowly, and took Song Qiaoshu's hand on the side of the bed, Song Qiaoshu felt it, was slightly stunned, and immediately came back to her senses, crying: "Ci'er, you are really awake, my sister is so worried......"

Song Huaci smiled weakly at Song Qiaoshu, and Meng Zhaoyan, who was silent on the side, really didn't know what his mood was.

Song Qiaoshu continued: "How difficult it is in the ancestral hall's life, she suffered from dementia when she was a child, and now it is not easy, it is not easy...... It's only been a few days, why did you fall ill in bed again? ”

Song Qiaoshu turned her tearful face and asked Meng Zhaoyan, "Lord Wang, can you save this disease in the ancestral hall?" ”

Song Huaci followed Song Qiaoshu, looked at Meng Zhaoyan's deep and quiet eyes, even if his consciousness was chaotic, he still had some postures of wanting to dodge, and subconsciously looked away.

Meng Zhaoyan, who had been looking at the Song Painting Ancestral Hall with such a small action, naturally took it in full view, he smiled bitterly in his heart, but replied quietly on his face: "Naturally, the imperial doctor in the palace has been invited to diagnose the ancestral hall, and the imperial doctor has a prescription, and the ancestral hall will be cured in a few days." ”

Song Qiaoshu finally put her heart at ease, and she stopped crying, and wiped the undried tears with a handkerchief, and the Song Painting Temple smiled sweetly when she saw this, with that pale face, Meng Zhaoyan's heart moved.

She had never smiled at him like this.

Meng Zhaoyan shook his head and sighed, no, no.

Song Huaci barely supported it, she hooked Song Qiaoshu's little thumb, and said slowly and softly: "Sister is here to accompany me, okay?" ”

Song Qiaoshu smiled, "Ci'er was like this when she was a child, when she was sick, she pulled her sister to accompany her, and she didn't change when she grew up, she was still my good ancestral hall." ”

Song Huaci listened to it in her heart, but she was sour, she couldn't say, your good ancestral hall is no longer there, and now this is just a girl who has no father and no mother and longs for love.

After a while, Song Qiaoshu thought about it, after all, this was Meng Zhaoyan's bedroom, so she turned her head to look at Meng Zhaoyan, and the meaning of the inquiry was obvious.

Meng Zhaoyan had no choice but to hide his bitterness with a smile, and when he saw that the Song Painting Temple was in good spirits, he said: "That's it, let you two sisters talk about the old days, and this king won't bother." ”

After that, he slowly slid the wheelchair, not in a hurry, but approached the bedside, slowly lowered his head, looked directly at the Song Painting Temple, and slowly dropped a kiss on her forehead.

When his head was lowered, Song Huaci had already guessed what Meng Zhaoyan was going to do, but she was so weak at the moment that she had no strength to dodge at all, she wanted to dodge, and slowly closed her eyes as the kiss fell.

Meng Zhaoyan took advantage, but smiled even more bitterly.

Don't you even want to look at me?

The back of his departure is still strong, but it is secretly vulnerable.

And all this fell into Song Qiaoshu's eyes without concealment, and her tears that she could hold back seemed to be stirred up again.

Song Huaci panicked, and immediately wanted to explain something, but he couldn't answer at all, and he was so anxious that he coughed straight and couldn't spit out half a word.

Song Qiaoshu knows some things in the end, no matter how much pain she has in her heart, she has to swallow it at the moment, Ci'er is still sick in bed, she slowly snorted Song Hua's breath, and said hurriedly: "Ci'er, what are you anxious about?" ”

The Song Painting Temple wanted to speak and stopped, with a difficult face.

"Take care of your illness, don't think about what you have or don't have." Song Qiaoshu comforted, but there was no look in her eyes, and these Song Huaci, who coughed a little blurred, naturally couldn't see it, she was already burned to the point of poor spirits, and most of her strength had been wasted in these few words, so she slowly fell asleep.

Chang Yun was sent by Song Qiaoshu to guard the outer hall, and the two sisters of the Song family were left in the inner hall at the moment.

Song Qiaoshu looked at Song Huaci's painful expression in her sleep, and the entanglement in her eyes couldn't be more obvious.

On the other side, as soon as Xiyue and Lu Linshen entered the pharmacy, they saw all kinds of messy objects placed on the table, no one cared about it, and no one cleaned it up, but at this moment, Lu Linshen saw it and immediately had a guess.

didn't look at anything else, Lu Linshen immediately walked towards the table, and glanced at the stall blown by the wind

Scattered powder.

Lu Linshen asked Xiyue for a veil, sniffed the medicine powder carefully through the veil, and after putting down the veil, his eyes emitted a strange brilliance.

Seeing this, Xiyue couldn't help but start to have hope, so she asked, "Imperial Doctor Lu has found a way to detoxify?" ”

Lu Linshen didn't sell it, and said directly: "Naturally, can Miss Xiyue find a clean bottle and put all these medicinal powders in it." ”

"Okay, Imperial Doctor Lu waits."

Xiyue took out a bottle from the cabinet, walked to the front of the case and carefully loaded it, Lu Linshen reminded again, and said: "Remember, you can't enter the mouth, you can't enter the nose, Miss Xiyue is careful, it's tired." ”

Xiyue nodded, Lu Linshen continued to look at the medical books spread out on the table, the medical books were occasionally marked with notes, Lu Linshen looked at them and was occasionally obsessed, but he didn't notice Meng Zhaoyan's arrival.

Xiyue put down the bottle in her hand and bent her knees: "Lord Wang." ”

Lu Lin saw it deeply, raised his head, smiled slightly, bent down and arched his hand: "Lord Wang." ”

"No outsider doesn't have to be formal," Meng Zhaoyan looked at the table and asked, "Can you find a way to detoxify?" ”

Lu Linshen smiled slightly: "Naturally, with the medicinal powder on this table and supplemented with fresh blue and white, the princess's poison can be completely solved." ”

Xiyue filled the medicinal powder, Lu Linshen leaned into her ear and whispered in detail the method of detoxification, and Xiyue nodded.

Meng Zhaoyan couldn't help but wonder, "Ready-made?" ”

Lu Linshen's expression was meaningful, and he said slowly: "The prince doesn't know, the medicine in this medical book is different from the usual, it is also poisonous, and the effect of different medicinal materials is different. In this case, the princess's poison was not framed, but was mistakenly poisoned when making medicine. ”

Only then did Meng Zhaoyan put his mind at ease, and his face, which had just sunk so much that he could wring out water, finally eased a little at this moment.

"This is very good, and the king will be grateful."

Lu Linshen shook his head, "Thank you Lord Wang, but can the minister ask the Lord for something?" ”

Meng Zhaoyan tilted his head, looked over, and asked, "Oh?" What is it? ”

Lu Lin pointed to the table, "It's those medicinal powders, if there is any leftover, can you grant the minister's wish." ”

Meng Zhaoyan thought for a moment and said: "The medicinal powder is made by the princess, when the princess recovers, you can ask the princess, and the king will not stop it." ”

This is the meaning of agreement, Lu Lin smiled deeply and saluted, "Thank you, Lord Wang." ”