Shen Qingjun was lying on the bed sickly, and outside the door was the footsteps of palace people coming and going.

Donglin Palace has never been so noisy on weekdays, but when she was sick, it became lively here.

It's ironic.

It's not that the palace maids and eunuchs under her are ignorant, it's just that some people who shouldn't come have come and stayed where they shouldn't be.

Shen Qingjun locked himself in the quilt and covered his ears with a pillow.

It's noisy!

The people who hurriedly walked outside the door were all people who had come to serve Shen Qingjun—or rather, the indispensable servants who followed Li Siyuan to serve him.

Those who serve water, make tea, hold and fold, polish ink, transport the official room, and play fans, only you can't think of it, there is nothing that is not available here.

Originally, they were supposed to stay in the Jiaotai Hall or the Yangxin Palace, and it would not affect them if the emperor went to stay overnight on weekdays...... But who let His Majesty carry the dragon bed into the Donglin Palace today?

He also looks like a permanent resident.

The people had to move in overnight.

A group of people crowded the Donglin Palace, which originally only occupied one main hall, and although they paid attention to being quiet during the walk, there were too many people, and there was inevitably movement, and as soon as there was too much movement, it became a life-seeking noise in Shen Qingjun's ears.

It's too much of a deception!

It's just a matter of sending those bland and tasteless white porridge every day, noisy all day long, do you want this palace to die in this cold ice palace!

Few people in the illness were in a good mood, let alone Shen Qingjun, who had no good impression of Li Siyuan.

What have you been up to lately?

inform her to go to bed on the night of the end of the filial piety period; sang and harmonized with Yi Shu in front of her; turned around and demoted Wei Qing's position; believed in Yi Shu's evil, and really thought that she Shen Qingjun liked him; It also brought a colony of bees that made noise all day long.

Shen Qingjun felt that he couldn't bear it.

She turned over to face the wall and began to plan how to banish the Emperor and his men from the Ice Palace.

After thinking about it, I really had a good idea.

She raised her head and shouted, only to realize that the personal maid had been sent by her to Wei Qing's small kitchen to borrow kimchi for white porridge.

But it's also a coincidence, the Youth League has kung fu in her body, and she came back very quickly, and she happened to hear her calling herself at the gate of the courtyard.

The maid in Tsing Yi trotted open the door, holding the pickle jar that had been secretly brought from the palace maid of Taihong Palace, and stuffed it into the small wooden cabinet with lightning speed, then looked out of the window, and closed the window with a "snap" in the next second.

"Miss, I'll steal something...... No, it's back, what's next? Qingtuan sat back in his chair and patted his chest with palpitations.

It was the first time she was so nervous about stealing kimchi.

Then she glanced up at Shen Qingjun, who was leaning on the side of the bed, and found that the other party was squinting and smiling at her.

The Youth League shuddered.

“…… Miss, you're so scary! ”

"Tuan—" Shen Qingjun stretched his tone, "Have you ever heard of the female ghosts wandering in the Ice Palace?" Seeing that Qingtuan's face gradually turned pale, she hurriedly added: "That's all a lie, in fact, it's just ...... Your lady is sleepwalking! ”

Sleepwalking, it's okay during the day, but bumped into ...... at night But it's kind of scary.

The moon is on the branches, and the night is quiet.

The little eunuch who was transferred to the Donglin Palace got up at night and walked through a low wall.

Interestingly, the low wall seems to be in disrepair, some of which are worn out and missing, just enough to see a corner of the view.

The little eunuch only glanced at it, and was suddenly attracted by a patch of white.

Is there anyone drying the quilt so late?

Then he heard a clanging sound from inside, and the next second, he saw the quilt slowly floating, revealing long black hair and a pale and colorless face.

It's the green concubine, or with her eyes closed.

He was covered in a white quilt and had a short sword in his hand, waving it around with his hands.

The maid who followed behind was holding an empty shallow wooden basin on her head, holding the lid of the pot from nowhere, resisting the other party's splashing from time to time.

That's how the tinkling sound came out.

The little eunuch thought about whether to call someone, and when he turned around, he saw several guards standing next to him who were already on duty at night. One of them cocked up his fingers with a serious face, put it to his lips and shushed.

"Don't make a sound, you go back, the palace maids around Niangniang are measured, and we will finish the rest."

The little eunuch didn't dare to make a mistake, so he owed a debt and left.

After walking a short distance, I heard some vague words, such as sleepwalking, how long has it been, and people have died.

The little eunuch's feet were soft, but he didn't dare to hesitate, so he changed his way to running and went straight back to his residence.

The rumors of Shen Qingjun's murder in his dream began to sprout.

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Shen Qingjun's ghost plan took effect, but unfortunately, although the person who should leave the most believed it, he was not afraid at all.

After all, he is around...... There are also quite a few dark guards.

Forget it, I got a good night's sleep for a few days.

It's a pity that because of the cold wind blowing in the middle of the night, I feel more and more sick recently, and I have no strength and dizziness, so I can only lie down.

Shen Qingjun, who had finished eating the white porridge under the kimchi, retracted back to the bed, and as soon as he lay down in the quilt, he heard the Qingtuan coming.

"Zhaoyi, the slave went to the warehouse to inspect and found that there are still two bottles of gold sore medicine you brought from the house, and they are all in the box."

“...... How many bottles did Hongu bring with you? ”

"Three bottles, you carried them every day, and you didn't give them to Your Majesty until that day, when Your Majesty was injured in the forehead."

"I see."

Shen Qingjun's hand in the quilt rummaged around the bed a few times, and then he felt the empty bottle in the gap.

That day, Yi Shu wrapped Shen Qingjun tightly, and the subordinates could only carry her to the bed first and then open the package, but they didn't expect that on the way to change clothes, the medicine bottle that An Yu hid in Shen Qingjun's arms accidentally rolled down on the side of the bed, and later found out one day when Shen Qingjun turned over in boredom.

"Tuan," Shen Qingjun instructed the Youth League to bring her an orange, and then lazily picked the orange while asking the Youth League about the private visit to the life-saving benefactor of Weifu that day: "You said that little girl who saved me, how does she look?" ”

"It seems pretty good," Qingtuan thought for a moment, "Does Miss want to ......?"

"Well, that's fine." Shen Qingjun didn't answer, and stared at Qingtuan with a smile while peeling oranges: "Tuan, I think this girl seems to be pretty good, do you think it's very suitable to stay in our Donglin Palace?" ”

came again, and the Youth League couldn't help but secretly move the stool away from his mother: "Miss, you eat oranges well, and I will do the rest." ”

I'm afraid she'll make some more moths.

Shen Qingjun ignored her retreating movements, reached out and patted her head: "Good Qingtuan, give you oranges!" Then he stuffed the finished orange peel into her arms.

Youth League: "......"