I was not favored in the palace before, I was depressed on weekdays, I always felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, but I mingled with the imperial doctors in the palace, followed them every day to learn medical skills, read books, and pass the boring time in the palace.

I once inadvertently saw a bottle of strange medicine in the Tai Hospital, and as soon as I opened it, the doctors behind me all stepped forward to stop them, asking them what they were, but they refused to say.

The emperors of all dynasties have a secret recipe, which can only be opened after ascending to the throne, which is not a strange swordsmanship, nor is it a home remedy for the governance of Kuang Fu Tianxia, but a colorless and tasteless but extremely poisonous method of refining strange poisons.

This is an open secret in the palace hospital, but no one knows about it to outsiders, if this kind of thing is said, it will definitely be full of braids, if it weren't for Song Yun's strict mouth, plus the imperial doctor in the palace likes this simple and kind girl in his heart, even if he dies, he will be brought into the coffin board.

Since the king personally sent someone to do it, he must have to use this thing of broken intestine grass.

At the moment, saving people is important, and Song Yun can't care so much, so he gave the lotus behind him a look, and rushed directly to the backyard of the palace.

Han Yue hurriedly wanted to chase it, but the lotus flower threw herself directly into Han Yue's arms, the most taboo thing for these people on weekdays is whether men and women give or not kiss, Han Yue wanted to push the woman in front of him away, but he was afraid that he would touch the woman's body, and he had no choice for a while, and watched Song Yun rush into the backyard.

There have always been few people in the Yanwang Mansion, Song Yun walked towards the main room, pushed hard, the door creaked open, Han Yue finally got rid of the lotus, but found that the door of the prince's room had been opened, and Song Yun was gone, and he secretly complained in his heart.

Qin Jingnan was lying on the bed, clutching the quilt with both hands, the whole person was trembling in the quilt, his abdomen seemed to have thousands of insects climbing, hooking his internal organs, and the pain was unbearable.

At this time, when he heard that the door of the room was opened, Qin Jingnan's beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead and slammed on the high pillow under him.

"Whoever told you to come in, get out!" I thought it was Hanyue, this guy didn't go up or down, and he actually broke into his room in the middle of the night, since when did he even have such no rules, like someone's style, sure enough, after seeing two sides, he has already brought his subordinates badly.

Thinking about it, Qin Jingnan shouted, his current state was naturally afraid of being seen, and according to Han Yue's temperament, he must have rushed to the main hall to find the king for an explanation.

For some reason, his words seemed to sink into the sea, and no one answered in his ears, but he heard the sound of soft footsteps getting closer and closer in his direction, accompanied by a faint scent of jasmine.

The person who came, not the cold moon, this smell...... It's like Song Yun.

Thinking of Song Yun, Qin Jingnan couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, and reluctantly wanted to stand up and sit up, but found that behind the screen, a woman's silhouette appeared.

This screen is painted with a picture of the moon, only a round of crescent moon and half a plum blossom, and this silhouette standing under the screen, actually contrasting with each other, but to inject soul into this screen.

Qin Jingnan looked at such a scene, he was a little fascinated, and for a while, he felt that the pain in his abdomen had been reduced by half, what was the origin of this woman, more like a demon, holding her eyeballs tightly.

"You...... Are you okay? Song Yun under the screen bit her thin lips, she naturally knew that she, a girl who had not left the cabinet, ran to a man's house in the middle of the night, and broke into someone's room, which was a little unreasonable.

It's just that the situation just now is urgent, if you don't rush in quickly, I'm afraid that you will be dragged out of the house by the cold moon, and it's really strange to say that this cold moon is really strange, obviously a warm-hearted person, but he wants to put on a stinky face.

After thinking about it for a long time, I slowly said these four words.

Sure enough, it was Song Yun, Qin Jingnan's body was slightly stunned, she had obviously said it so ugly, why did she come again? It was less than half an hour.

"What are you going to do?" Qin Jingnan's eyes looked straight at the silhouette under the screen, the door was not closed, the breeze was blowing, Song Yun's skirt was gently swaying with the wind, and the green silk was also slightly raised, Qin Jingnan's throat couldn't help but squirm.

Song Yun was stunned in place, it is true that the two of them met in Pingshui, and they had to think of a reasonable way to get close to him, now he is the only backer he can use, and with him, he can be ashamed and overthrow all those who hurt him.

"I heard Hanyue say you're sick, so come and take a look." Song Yun secretly turned sideways and scratched his head, although he couldn't help but secretly rejoice in his wit, but he was still a little embarrassed to lie after all.

All this was seen by Qin Jingnan, Qin Jingnan couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, this stupid woman, she didn't even know how to find a good excuse for lying.

Han Yue has been by his side for ten years, he knows what kind of character he knows best, how can he talk about his own affairs with others, not to mention, he has already told Han Yue that his illness was cured by Feng Qi, and now it is no big problem.

But where did Song Yun know that she was sick? Before, she expected that the Holy Lord would harm me, but now that she knows his condition, is this guy really the reincarnation of a Daluo Immortal? I don't know if this Song Yun is an enemy or a friend, Qin Jingnan plans to test it.

"Can the girl help the king heal?" Qin Jingnan's eyes rolled, and he said in his cold voice to Song Yun, who was at a loss under the screen.

"I can try." When Song Yun heard Qin Jingnan say this, his eyes suddenly lit up, he was still worried that Qin Jingnan was a dead brain, and he refused to let himself help heal, but he didn't expect that he was quite smart.

is really a guy who can't help himself, even Feng Qi can't go back to the sky, what can this young lady in front of him do? If there was really some powerful medical skill, he would have healed his face a long time ago, how could he appear in his house with a scalded face?

However, this strange woman in front of her really had a special magic power, which successfully attracted Qin Jingnan's attention, only to see Qin Jingnan wave his hand and say to her: "Then come and try it, if you are cured, you will be rewarded, if you are not cured, this king will take you to the funeral." ”

As soon as the word funeral was spoken, Song Yun couldn't help but shudder, he was already a person who had died once, and he finally seized an opportunity to be ashamed of himself and take revenge to live for himself, why did he have to be buried with him if he didn't agree with him?

But after all, the words had already been spoken, and it was difficult to collect the water, Song Yun couldn't help but stretch out his hand and gently slapped his mouth, muttering in his mouth: "Let your mouth owe!" As he spoke, he cleared his throat, walked through the screen with small steps, and walked in front of Qin Jingnan.

Qin Jingnan saw everything just now, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile, this girl is really interesting, seeing Song Yun standing in front of him, his expression immediately became cold again, he lay down and stretched out his right hand.

Unexpectedly, this guy was really unkind, Song Yun couldn't help but roll his eyes at Qin Jingnan on the bed, took a sharp breath, and put his right hand on Qin Jingnan's wrist to call for him.

This white and slender hand was on Qin Jingnan's wrist, and a trace of warmth came from her fingertips, Qin Jingnan couldn't help but stiffen, only to feel that his face suddenly burned badly.

Song Yun's mouth whispered something, leaned over slightly, and stretched out his left hand to touch Qin Jingnan's forehead, and his face couldn't help but show a touch of joy.