After Ruyoshi finished speaking, he turned his head sharply and looked out the window! A figure in the corner of the window slowly retreated.

Ruyoshi turned around and stepped forward to open the window, but Wen Qingwu grabbed his hand. Liuji looked back at Wen Qingwu with doubts on his face.

Wen Qingwu shook his head, and replied: "Then you will return to him, and wait for her in the Xizi Corridor at the end of the night tonight." ”

Liuji opened his mouth to say something, but Wen Qingwu stretched out his hand and pressed his hand again, shaking his head slightly.

"Yes." Ruyoshi suppressed his emotions and responded.

Wen Qingwu walked to the main hall and glanced at Ah Zhong, who was sweeping the floor with a broom between the window and the door in the porch next to him.

"Master." Ah Zhong took a broom and saluted in a formal manner.

Generally, the palace concubines they serve are called ranks, for example, Liu Ye called himself "talented" at the beginning. Master, even slaves and maids in the palace may be dispatched or distributed at any time, who can be sure that it must be the master. Later, Liu Ye followed Liuji to call himself the master, and now that this Ah Zhong is here, he followed Liu Ye and Liuji and called him "master".

Wen Qingwu glanced at Ah Zhong, took the lantern handed by Liu Ye, and nodded: "Let's go." She said, and after speaking, she ignored Ah Zhong's happy look and stepped out of the hall.

"Liu Ye, the master has taken care of me! Will you be able to accept me slowly? Ah Zhong's voice rang behind him.

Wen Qingwu walked quickly, and the voice behind him slowly weakened until he could no longer hear it.

This point is extremely early, and Tiandou has not yet fully opened. When Wen Qingwu walked to the Hall of Daye with the lantern, the sky slowly bloomed. She turned off the lantern and took a photo with Li Jianzhi who came next to her.

"It's so early?" Li Jianzhi said, yawning. He walked into the temple first.

Wen Qingwu followed behind and walked into the hall. She got up too early, and she didn't have a big meal, and she was so cold that her whole body was frozen with a layer of ice.

Following Li Jianzhi into the main hall, Cheng Jin had already taken the little maid to serve Emperor Joan of Arc. He wiped his face with a towel, turned his head to look at Wen Qingwu when he heard the voice, and threw the handkerchief in his hand into the basin.

Cheng Jin walked in with the clothes he wanted to change, and Emperor Joan of Arc waved his hand: "Give the clothes to Wen Jinze, let her change my clothes." Stand down, all of you. ”

Li Jianzhi stood aside, his eyes were still with the worry of not waking up, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but look up at Wen Qingwu in surprise, and quickly lowered his head. Cheng Jin's face was still gentle, and he responded: "Yes." With that, he walked over and handed the clothes in his hand to Wen Qingwu. Then he took the slaves and maids in the palace and walked out with Li Jianzhi.

Wen Qingwu approached Emperor Joan of Arc with her clothes, and as soon as she approached, Emperor Joan of Arc trembled. Then he turned to look at her. She had the morning dew on her body, the corners of her skirt were wet, and her hair was a little watery.

"Where are you coming from? Nanxun Temple? ”

"Back to Your Majesty, exactly. Mao Chu got up from the Nanxun Hall and came here. ”

"Just dressed like this?" Emperor Joan of Arc asked, his gaze sweeping Wen Qingwu from beginning to end, and before she could reply, his brows furrowed.

"Yes." Wen Qingwu replied in a regular manner, but after answering, he didn't say much. Emperor Joan of Arc didn't ask any more questions. So he let Wen Qingwu step forward and began to change his clothes.

Emperor Joan of Arc stood up and watched Wen Qingwu put clothes on himself one by one. After a while, his voice sounded in the quiet dormitory: "You went to see last night, how is Nineteen?" ”

Wen Qingwu's subordinates did not stop, still dressing him in clothes, and when he heard this, he first sighed: "The princess's illness is even deeper than I thought." ”

The aura around Emperor Joan of Arc suddenly sank.

Wen Qingwu seemed to not know, and continued: "The nineteenth princess's illness is fundamentally in her body, and the witch has been in the body of the princess for a long time, and it cannot be cured overnight. Last night, Master Li had already performed witchcraft once, and then I would give her some medicine to suppress and recuperate, and if there was no accident, the princess would be able to spend the first month of the coming year safely. ”

Emperor Joan of Arc listened to Nineteen's illness, and the gloomy aura on his body finally calmed down. At least for nineteen, there is hope.

"Your Majesty wants to make a witch so long for Nineteen? Then you can do it a few more times. "Joan of Arc the Emperor.

Wen Qingwu shook his head: "Let's treat this time, the slave or Master Li will have to raise it for ten days and a half months, and sometimes the rest of the month is still exhausted, where is it as simple as Your Majesty said." ”

And now she can rely on the medicine she has prepared to condition her body. Wen Qingwu said: "By the way, when it comes to dispensing medicine, the emperor, do you want me to get the medicine myself, or write a prescription for the Tai Hospital, and let them prepare it for me and send it over?" ”

When Emperor Zhende heard this, he thought for a while: "The medicine you need is usually used in the hospital?" He thought that witch medicine was different from the usual medicine.

"Of course not, some of them don't have hospitals, some may have to go to the palace Xi Guan, and some have to find them in the flower garden in the northeast corner."

Emperor Joan of Arc thought about it again: "That's it, since the matter of Nineteen has been handed over to you, don't pretend to others." There are many people. Also, when I transferred you here before, the whole palace knew that you knew how to heal, and probably could estimate that you came here because of Xiao Nineteen. Then he announced to the public that you were here to cure the nineteenth, but you were just ...... All the things about witches were hidden, and no one could say anything. When it comes to witches, you and Li Yifu still avoid others and go to the West Hall at night. On the bright side, you still treat her. ”

"Yes." Wen Qingwu responded.

Emperor Joan of Arc was silent for a moment, Wen Qingwu put on his robe for him and looked up at him. After seeing him silent for a moment, he slowly opened his mouth: "Are you there, is there any way to make Xiao Nineteen look weaker and weaker?" ”

Wen Qingwu's hand stroking the sleeve of his shirt paused, and looked at Emperor Joan of Arc: "What does Your Majesty mean?" ”

"If Nineteen is good too quickly, I'm afraid that someone will be suspicious in their eyes." Joan of Arc the Emperor.

Wen Qingwu lowered her eyebrows, continued to lift the collar for Emperor Zhende, and buttoned the button on the placket of her clothes for a while, and said, "How about I want to say hello to the nineteenth princess directly?" Wen Qingwu was a little unbearable, the little princess was so small, and she and Li Yifu had to spend so much effort to give her life. There are ways to weaken her, but they will certainly damage her body. After so many years of lingering on the sickbed, coupled with the witch and living soul in her body, she can no longer withstand the toss.

After being sick for so many years, she should know how to behave sickly.

Emperor Zhende listened to Wen Qingwu's words and looked down at her: "What if it is known by those people?" ”

"Now the nineteenth princess is in charge of the slave maid, and no one outside the slave can touch her. Including the imperial doctor of the Tai Hospital, except for the slave maid, who will know what her body is like? Wen Qingwu buttoned the placket of Emperor Zhende's shirt and spoke slowly.