Qingrong turned his head and smiled indifferently, and said, "Where am I crying, I'm crying in the wind!" ”

Sister Yu silently held Qingrong's hand, and her clear eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

Qingrong touched Sister Yu'er's head and said, "Go back and clean up, I haven't done my homework today." ”

Sister Yu said: "Mother, if you are sick, you have to see a doctor, this is what you said." ”

Qingrong touched Sister Yu'er's hair and said "um" softly.

At night, Qingrong got up to drink water in a groggy state, and Mei Rui found that she had a high fever, and immediately went to ask the doctor to show Qingrong.

The doctor said that it was just an ordinary fever.

Qingrong was only in a daze during the whole process, his forehead was wiped by others, and he was held to change his clothes, wipe his body, and drink medicine.

When she got up early the next morning, she saw Song Zhao lying on her side by the bed, holding her hand tightly.

As soon as Qingrong moved, Song Zhao instantly sobered up, looked at Qingrong, and raised his hand to touch her head.

This posture is very skillful, as if it has been done many times.

His hands were not hot, so Song Zhao sighed and said, "Don't burn it." ”

Qingrong couldn't help frowning, feeling very aggrieved, "Why are you here?" ”

Song Zhao smiled and said, "They all say that your face is not good, and you don't want the doctor to see it." As a result, a high fever started in the middle of the night. ”

Qingrong asked again, "Why are you here?" ”

Song Zhao said: "I have been letting Song Lin keep an eye on the movement of Haitang Courtyard, and when the doctor came in the middle of the night, I hurried over." ”

Qingrong's eyes were red, and inadvertently, tears flowed out, and she asked again, "Why are you here?" ”

Song Zhao let out a long sigh and said, "I'm worried about you." ”

Qingrong hung his head, crying was particularly aggrieved and uncomfortable.

Song Zhao hurriedly dragged her into his arms and coaxed softly: "What are you crying about." ”

Qingrong is still sick, the thick shell has not been repaired again, all that is revealed at this time is her softness, she cried: "Song Zhao, you are a very bad, very bad person." ”

Song Zhao stroked Qingrong's hair, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and said, "Well, I'm a bad person." ”

Qingrong said again: "You obviously said you liked me, but you said you left without looking at me." ”

Song Zhao said: "Obviously, you didn't look back at me when you walked out of the Shouxi Hall that day. ”

Qingrong complained again: "The second uncle, the third uncle, and the second brother are all in pairs, and the people in other people's families are also in pairs, but I am alone, and when others ask me, they can't help but laugh at me." ”

Song Zhao comforted him softly: "Then let's go together next time, and we will always go together in the future." ”

Qingrong vaguely understood in her heart that it was because she was sick that Song Zhao would be extra gentle with her. She didn't doubt that Song Zhao liked it, but she was also sure that Guan Heqiu would always be the most special in Song Zhao's heart.

As soon as Mrs. Jiang heard that Qingrong was sick, she sent away the people who came to greet the New Year, and specially came to Haitang Courtyard in the afternoon.

Seeing that there was no blood on Qingrong's face, the old lady took Qingrong's hand distressedly and said, "But you can exhaust the child, and you are too hard." Old Madam Jiang said, glared at Song Zhao, who was serving diligently, and said, "Zhao'er is also uneasy!" ”

Old Madam Jiang said as she spoke, looking like she was about to cry.

Qingrong smiled reluctantly and said, "Grandmother, I'm fine." It's just that I caught a cold by chance, and I just slept for two days. ”

Old Madam Jiang looked at Song Zhao warningly, and said, "You can stay in the Begonia Courtyard for me with peace of mind for the past two days, and you are not allowed to toss with irrelevant people." ”

Song Zhao looked helpless, smiled bitterly and did not speak.

Qingrong is also a little embarrassed, she seems to have become a myriad of romance dramas in an instant, between the true love of the male and female protagonists, and can only rely on the main house of the elders.

As soon as the old lady left, Song Zhao still asked Qingrong very gently, and said, "I don't have an appetite in the morning and noon, and I can't eat anything." What do you want to eat at night? I'll let the kitchen do it for you. ”

Qingrong wants to eat instant noodles, in her previous life, her family controlled her to eat junk food very strictly, every time she only had a headache and brain fever and was sick, Qingrong could take advantage of the illness to commit murder, and her mother wanted instant noodles to eat. But it's not possible here.

"I, I want to eat noodles." Qingrong barely lifted his spirits, and the weak hypocrisy of the early morning had faded away with the recovery of the speed of light in his body, and Qingrong had become a rational Qingrong again.

"I'm all right, you don't have to be with me." Qingrong lay on the bed, closing his eyes and recuperating while driving Song Zhao away.

Song Zhao asked Qingrong, "Tired?" ”

Qingrong muttered nonsense, "I'm tired, I want to sleep." ”

Song Zhao hummed, and then there was no sound.

Qingrong didn't even hear a single footstep, she couldn't help but open her eyes, but saw Song Zhao taking the book and lying on the couch watching, afraid of making noise to Qingrong, the movement of turning the book was very gentle.

Qingrong just lay on the couch, looking at Song Zhao a little lazy, a little leisurely flipping through the book.

She suddenly understood why Guan Heqiu would rather strangle her daughter than keep Song Zhao.

Song Zhao's goodness is nostalgic. For more than 20 years, Song Zhaodu has only been good to Guan Heqiu alone, so good that he is so good that he is good. Qingrong was a little jealous and a little scared.

Qingrong's illness came very violently, and the good came quickly.

To sum up in Tang's words, she lacks Song Zhao's elixir. As soon as Song Zhao came to Haitang Courtyard to guard, her illness was immediately cured at the speed of light.

Qingrong doesn't like to listen to Tang's speech, and he has been listening to it for almost two years, and he is not used to it.

"Sister-in-law, have you heard anything about Uncle Zhongyi's mansion?" Tang asked curiously while handing Qingrong the apple pieces.

Qingrong naturally knew that she was talking about Ye Qin's illness, "My fourth cousin is sick. ”

Tang said: "That's not the case. ”

In the past few days, Qingrong has been sick, Song Zhao has been accompanying the strict guard, and no one has time to go out to inquire about gossip, and even the surveillance video of Hancui's walking, he only stares at the movements of the Yayuan and the Fenghe Courtyard.

Qingrong cooperated with Tang's curiosity: "What's the matter?" ”

Tang pursed his lips and said with a smile: "The old lady of the Ye family asked Miss Cui of the Min Guogong family to give Ye Zhuangyuan a joy, and Min Guogong naturally did not agree, but Miss Cui was willing." It is said that on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, people will be married. ”

Qingrong was shocked, I'm afraid that the Min Guogong family will not let his daughter rejoice in the life and death of someone who is unknown, right?

She was a little uneasy, was Ye Chin's illness so serious?

After sending the Tang clan away, Qingrong immediately asked people to go to the Zhongyi Bo Mansion to ask about Ye Qin's situation.

After Fu Cui came back from a trip, he shook his head at Qingrong again and again, and said, "Young Master Cousin still sleeps all the time, but he woke up once in the middle." ”

Qingrong frowned and said, "When did you wake up?" ”

Fu Cui said: "After we left, the people woke up." ”

Qingrong couldn't help but feel pity, and called Mei Rui and said, "Let's also help Zhongyi Bofu find out if there is a suitable doctor who can treat my cousin." ”

Mei Rui nodded and said, "Try to ask." ”

"What are you going to ask?" Song Zhao heard this sentence as soon as he entered the door and asked curiously.

Qingrong told him about Ye Qin, and Song Zhao comforted her softly: "The emperor has instructed Imperial Doctor Zhang, pay more attention." ”

"What did the emperor announce you did when you entered the palace?" Qingrong's illness had been cured, but Song Zhao still didn't allow her to get up and quietly recuperate.

Song Zhao said: "Because of the matter of the Dao Immortals," Song Zhao's eyes exuded a bit of irony, and when he looked at Qingrong, he regained his smile and said: "The Dao Immortal was caught and sent to the palace, and he himself admitted that it was the second prince who instigated him and got rid of the emperor under the pretense of the prince's hand." ”

Qing Fang Han said: "That's not the person you arranged?" ”

Song Zhao raised his hand and stroked Qingrong's head, and said, "So I don't want to talk to you about these things, that person is a dead soldier of our family." ”

Qingrong understood, Song Zhao killed two birds with one stone, one was to use the poisonous elixir to remind the emperor that some people could no longer sit still and face the threat of Li Guifei's sons. The second is to use this dead man to plant a seed of killing the monarch in the emperor's heart, and truly divide the emperor's trust in Li Guifei and her children.

And this matter was said by Song Zhao, which is equivalent to making his position clear to the emperor, the Song family will follow the emperor's wishes, whoever he lets be the prince is the prince, and the Song family has accepted his fate in order to save his life.

Qingrong's heart was full of doubts, "Then what did you say?" ”

"I didn't say anything, I just said that the crown prince has been decided, and the country cannot be shaken in the slightest."

Yes, the mystery of the Wanshou Festival is unsolved, and the six princes have never been able to get rid of their suspicions. What's more, there are many speculations in the market, and some even say that poison is simply a strategy for the six princes to kill two birds with one stone and make a profit.

Song Zhao gave the emperor a result, a final decision, although Li Guifei's son would not be shaken by this matter at all, but there was already a crack in the mirror.

"Your Majesty, will he believe the person you give him?"

Song Zhao lowered his head, his eyes darkened, and said: "He has to believe that it is indeed a person from the Second Prince's Mansion, a nail that we buried beside him." ”

Qingrong was a little stunned, and said in a daze: "What do you mean by this that the Song family has also buried nails in other mansions?" ”

Song Zhao smiled brightly and asked Qingrong: "Don't you think that after the Song family helped the emperor seize the throne, they could really treat the emperor as a white-eyed wolf, waiting for him to get rid of us?" ”

"Isn't it?" Qingrong was a little confused, he cried to her after drinking before, saying that he had no direction in life, what was he trying to do?

Song Zhao lowered his head and smiled, and said, "My great-grandfather had a plan, and before I was born, the family had arrangements. I know, but I've never touched it. I have always been the only one by my side, Song Lin, but after I found out that someone had secretly transferred the tribute medicine. My grandfather gave me two of them and told me to do my best from this point on. ”

Grandfather? In Qingrong's eyes, Grandpa Guo is a low-key and kind grandfather, who either talks about the future with his son or takes his grandson to exercise and keep fit.

I didn't expect to go with a black belly!

Qingrong suddenly felt that he knew too little about the Song family and too little about Song Zhao.

She is a little confused, hasn't Song Zhao always been a stupid and sweet route?

He's just a little scheming and clever, but he has nothing to do with a black belly, full of weirdness, stirring up the storm, subverting the world, thirty-six strategies, and Sun Tzu's Art of War.

"You also read Sun Tzu's Art of War?" Qingrong opened his mouth.

Song Zhao smiled as a matter of course and said, "Our family is a military general, and Sun Tzu's Art of War has to be memorized!" ”

Qingrong looked at him back and forth, and couldn't help but slander, is this still the Song Zhao she knows?