The flames flickered and swayed in the wind, and a few black dust fell from time to time. Shen Yunzhen turned her back to Dong Xiang and tried to restrain the upturned corners of her mouth. It's better to burn, and there is no proof of death. There is no evidence, Li Qiusheng just wanted to break his head, and he couldn't think that he used a fish to hurt him.

Shen Yunzhen glanced at Dong Xiang, turned around and went to the tea room to turn over the flowers: "How is Su Zhaoyi's face?" ”

"Okay, it's almost, the two recipes you wrote yesterday, I adjusted two boxes according to it, and I have already sent it to Zhaoyi, Zhaoyi said that the cool paste you sent last time is easy to use, and asked you to make a few more boxes." Dong Xiang lifted the purple clay pot with a thick towel, poured a bowl of medicine, and filtered out the residue.

Shen Yun really responded, and asked again, "This is medicine for Imperial Doctor Li?" ”

Dongxiang nodded: "I don't care about you, I'll send the medicine over first, and several adults are in a hurry to use it." ”

Dong Xiang walked out of the tea room, Shen Yunzhen looked at a pot of hot medicine, and there was a gloom in her eyes.

Tian Meiren's fetal appearance will take at least a month to be announced, and before that, she still has no backer. If Li Qiusheng recovers too quickly, he will definitely find trouble for himself. Shen Yunzhen turned around and quietly took a thick piece of dried ginger, pinched it with his hand, soaked it in the decoction, and when the ginger slices were soaked, he squeezed out some juice.

Faintly hearing footsteps outside the tea room, Shen Yunzhen put away his hand, threw the ginger slices into his cup, poured another bowl of hot water, and drank it casually.

It's still Dongxiang who came back, but with a bitter face.

"Why are you crying?" Shen Yunzhen asked.

Dong Xiang waved his hand: "Don't mention it, it's really an official who crushes people to death, the imperial doctor is more noble than the master's mother, he thinks the medicine is hot, he refuses to drink it, and says that I want to poison him, and a bowl of medicine is detained on the ground." ”

"I just got beaten, and I must be holding my breath. Smash it, smash it, anyway, the hospital doesn't lack this bowl of medicine, it's just hard for you, and you have to send another bowl. Shen Yunzhen smiled and took the purple clay pot and filtered out a bowl of medicinal soup.

Dong Xiang flattened his mouth: "He can recover from his injuries quickly, otherwise he will have to serve him all day long, just like his uncle." ”

Shen Yun really laughed secretly, healed from his injury? A piece of ginger every day, not three or two months he didn't think about it.

As soon as Li Qiusheng was injured, there was really a while of calm in the hospital. In the days when Li Qiusheng was recuperating from his injuries, Shen Yunzhen wholeheartedly treated Su Zhaoyi's face.

After five days of applying the Cool Ruyi Ointment, Su Zhaoyi's cheeks had recovered to their original state, and they seemed to be whiter and more tender than before.

Su Zhaoyi looked at herself in the bronze mirror, and was a little stunned, and then a little proud. Turning his head, he asked Shen Yunzhen: "Tell me, who is better than Concubine Shu's appearance in this palace?" ”

Shen Yunzhen bowed slightly: "Naturally, Zhaoyi Niangniang is young and beautiful, and her appearance is better than snow." ”

Su Zhaoyi stroked her soft cheeks: "You say, does the emperor like this face in this palace?" ”

"Niangniang's country is beautiful and fragrant, and the emperor will naturally like it." Shen Yunzhen lowered her eyes, and her words changed: "It's just ......"

"Just what?" Su Zhaoyi put down the makeup mirror and looked at her blankly.

Shen Yunzhen bowed her head slightly: "The slave remembers that there is a lyric in "The Peony Pavilion": If you don't go to the garden, how can you know that spring is as promised? ”

Su Zhaoyi glanced at Shen Yunzhen: "What do you mean by this?" ”

"If the emperor is 'not in the garden', who will show the mother's alluring complexion?" Shen Yunzhen paused: "The slave maid heard about it...... The emperor wants to accompany Concubine Shu to celebrate Chongyang tonight. ”

Su Zhaoyi snorted: "Tian Meiren also said that your teacher, according to the palace, you are shrewd." ”

Su Zhaoyi raised her hand, and her shallot-like nails gently slid across her face: "The emperor goes to Baohua Palace, the imperial garden is the only way, and the palace has bought off the father-in-law from the east to lead the emperor to a good way." She glanced at Shen Yunzhen: "Wait and see, not only the emperor will "go to that garden" today, but the palace will also go to that garden." ”

Su Zhaoyi stretched out her hand and nodded on the tip of Shen Yunzhen's nose: "Little monkey cub, accompany the palace to pick out a suitable dress."

Shen Yunzhen lowered her eyebrows and followed behind Su Zhaoyi, very excited in her heart. Su Zhaoyi is worthy of being a young lady of the family, and she carries it head-on as soon as she makes a move. If Concubine Shu knew that the emperor was intercepted by Su Zhaoyi halfway, she was afraid that she would jump to her feet angrily. Shen Yunzhen pursed her lips, she couldn't wait to watch the show.

Su Zhaoyi chose a set of watery clouds and blue fragrant cloud gauze clothes, combed her black waterfall-like hair to make a startling bun, and did not wear much jewelry, only took three pairs of imperial green jade bead hairpins, a palace flower with a light blue yarn pile in her hair, a piece of Jiang Huayu tied around her white neck, a dark green mandarin duck palace silk around her waist, and embroidered Clinique powder.

It was almost evening, and the sun had not yet set in the west, and Su Zhaoyi was already sitting in the inflorescence pavilion in the imperial garden and waiting. For fear of making a mistake, Su Zhaoyi quietly asked someone to stuff two thousand taels of silver and two pieces of watermelon tourmaline rough for Donglai's father-in-law, and asked him to lead the emperor to this road.

Nan Jingpei was busy with a day's government affairs and had a sore back, so she wanted to take a walk in the imperial garden, refresh her muscles and bones, and accompany Concubine Shu to spend Chongyang later. But I didn't know that someone had already set up a maze array here, waiting for him to take the bait.

Nan Jingpei walked on the bluestone road next to the rockery of the Imperial Garden with his hands behind his back, the moon shadow loomed, making people wonder through, faintly through the crisp bamboo forest, and bursts of singing could be heard.

Nan Jingpei stopped and asked Donglai: "It seems that someone is singing?" ”

Donglai already knew who was singing, so he pretended to listen with his ears open: "Your Majesty, didn't the slave hear anything?" ”

Nan Jingpei looked around: "It's someone singing." ”

Nan Jingpei followed the song for a while, walked through the bamboo forest, and felt that the song was far away from him. It seems that through the sound of water, Qing Lingling tickles people's hearts.

"Someone is singing, and the flute is in harmony." Nanjing muttered.

Donglai looked at him and said pretendedly: "Your Majesty, let's hurry up to Baohua Palace, Concubine Shu is still waiting." ”

The moon shadow is hazy, the bamboo branches are swaying, the water is faint, and the tranquility is diluted. Nan Jingpei had a slightly beautiful heart, and she was not in the mood to go to Concubine Shu's banquet, so she waved her hand and said, "You go to Baohua Palace to pass the decree and tell Concubine Shu to wait for a while, just say that I still have official business to do." ”

Donglai answered, and asked the little eunuch to go to Baohua Palace to pass the decree, and he led Nan Jingpei to the inflorescence pavilion where Su Zhaoyi was: "Your Majesty, I really want to be over there." ”

At this time, the moonlight will sink, only to see the rockery light and shadow, and there is a figure of a beautiful woman sitting alone between the eaves pavilion. Nan Jingpei was a little drunk and stepped forward. The beauty didn't seem to notice it yet, and sang a little song leisurely.

"Tell me, what did you just sing?"

Here it comes! Su Zhaoyi's heart trembled, but she pretended to be stunned for a long time, got up and knelt down in the inflorescence pavilion: "The concubine doesn't know that the emperor is here, and she neglected the holy drive, don't blame the emperor." ”

Nan Jingpei stretched out his hand, pulled Su Zhaoyi up, and said with a warm smile: "What are you singing?" ”