The palace, chaos.

I don't know from which day, many palace eunuchs and concubines seem to have an inexplicable strange disease, the characteristics of the disease are high fever and cough, the poor condition is more serious, some even began to cough blood, and finally spurted blood, until the blood of the whole body was vomited, and the person died pale!

The imperial physician in the palace had never encountered such a disease at all, and could neither prescribe medicine nor know how to prevent it. Because it is very strange that not everyone has this symptom, but many people in the palace still have no problem, so why do some people get sick and some people are healthy, they can't find a pattern at all.

Eventually, after some inquiry, the Imperial Physician reluctantly came to the conclusion: Plague!

They believed that the disease could be transmitted through conversational breathing and saliva, so it was recommended that everyone cover their faces with cotton cloth and cook it with white vinegar.

And the most terrifying thing is that among the patients currently alive in the palace, the most serious one is Emperor Zhaocheng! After several days of vomiting blood, he had already lost weight to skin and bones, and if it weren't for the piles of thousand-year-old ginseng hanging on his life every day, it is estimated that he would have been unable to hold it for a long time!

For a time, the entire palace was gloomy.

And at this moment, in the Pearl Palace:

"Wow, eldest sister, it's really you, you're simply my idol!" Linglu looked at Qingrou with a shocked expression, her eyes full of adoration.

Qingrou didn't hide it from her, nodded and smiled: "This time they don't have time to open the altar?" Hehe, self-inflicted! ”

"Well, that's it, you deserve it! It's good for them to die of illness! But eldest sister, do we also have to prepare cotton towels and white vinegar, I heard that the plague has spread outside the palace, and the white vinegar is out of stock, so it is difficult to get it. I'll let my dad get some for me, right? Linglu was a little worried.

"Hehe, it's okay to buy less of those things and make a show." Qingrou smiled and handed her a bowl of pale yellow tea soup: "Come, drink this, what kind of white vinegar do you want, useless things." ”

Linglu is getting smarter and smarter: "This is ...... Antidote? Seeing that Qingrou smiled without saying a word, he took it with both hands and drank it all.

Seeing that she had finished drinking, Qing Roufang spoke, "Now, you will never get this plague from now on." Just to hide people's eyes, you still have to bring a little bit of a face towel when you go out, you know? ”

"Got it, big sister, don't worry, I'll pay attention." Linglu nodded gratefully, suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly said: "But, eldest sister, if the plague gets worse and worse in the end, and the entire palace is dead, we will be fine, will it arouse suspicion?" ”

"Hehe, you girl, you're getting smarter and smarter, I really don't hurt you in vain." Qingrou praised, and then took out a few small paper packets and handed them over: "This is the antidote, you take it." ”

Linglu didn't know, but he obediently took it into his arms carefully.

Qingrou continued: "The dosage of these antidotes is different, and the degree of detoxification is also different. You take this quietly and start from Concubine Li's Moon Palace, and scatter it in all the wells, so that some people will be detoxified and return to normal. Some will be better, but only the symptoms will be reduced, and the symptoms will be different for each person, so it will not arouse suspicion. ”

"I understand, eldest sister, your method is really good, then leave the symptoms for Concubine Li to be more serious, let her cough all the time! The quality of the other concubines depends on my mood. Linglu looked up and laughed triumphantly.

"No, big sister, have you forgotten something?" Linglu suddenly stopped laughing, and looked at Qingrou with some concern: "Sister, have you forgotten that the emperor is very sick now, should we save him first?" ”

Qingrou got up, walked out of the window coldly, and slowly raised her onion-like jade hand, the scars left by the well that day were still clearly visible, and she said hatefully when she saw the scars: "I just don't want to save him......"

"Yes...... If the Emperor dies, what will we do? Linglu asked worriedly.

"Dead? Then change another one, what's so difficult! Qingrou snorted coldly: "Don't ask more, go ahead, just do what you have to do." ”

"Oh, I know the eldest sister, I'll go." Linglu looked at Qing's soft and cold face, couldn't help but shrink her neck, grabbed the face towel on the table and ran out.

Qingrou looked into the distance with a deep face......

The night was pitch black.

The palace of Nuoda should be lifeless at this time, but in recent days, there have been bursts of sharp dry coughing and vomiting from time to time in a few days, which resounded through the night and pierced people's eardrums.

Qingrou was wearing a warm cloak, holding a silver kettle in her arms, standing quietly in the courtyard of the Pearl Palace, looking into the distance.

Finally, a majestic figure came from afar in the darkness, smiled softly, and walked quickly to meet it.

Xiao Wei was shocked when he saw Qingrou running towards him, and hurriedly ran over to me in a few steps, pulling her back to the garden of the Pearl Palace.

"What are you doing running out so late, this night, it's very cold, what if it's frozen." Xiao Wei said with concern, while hurriedly taking off his face towel and bringing it to her face, and carefully tidied it up for her, before he put his mind at ease: "Rou'er, the plague has been rampant in this palace recently, why did you run out without a face towel, it's very dangerous, you know?" Don't forget it next time, this spiritual dew, I don't know how to remind you. ”

Qing's soft eyebrows and eyes were bent, and although the face towel covered most of her face, she could still be seen smiling: "I know it's your class tonight, so I'm waiting for you here." Well, here's for you. Qingrou handed over the silver kettle in her arms.

Xiao Wei took it, the body of the pot was still warm, and the residual temperature was still there.

"What is this?" He looked at her curiously.

"Hehe, this is the medicine that my father found to cure the plague, and I specially asked someone to bring it into the palace, I have drunk it with Linglu, and I feel very good, so I will cook a pot for you, you drink it quickly." Qingrou opened the lid and brought it to his lips.

Xiao Wei looked at the pale yellow soup in the pot with a warm mist, and couldn't help but be moved in his heart, and immediately raised his head and drank it all, the medicinal soup crossed his throat and fell into his abdomen, and he suddenly felt a burst of warmth in his body, and even the symptoms of occasional sore throat a few days ago disappeared suddenly.

"Rou'er, thank you, you're still thinking about me at this time." Xiao Wei took Qingrou into his arms and pecked her lightly on the corner of her forehead: "This medicine is really good, I feel that my throat is very refreshing now, and my whole person is much more relaxed." What kind of recipe is this, hurry up and tell the imperial doctor about it, so that everyone can take it. ”

Who knew that Qingrou in her arms was stunned, she broke away from his arms hard, and said dissatisfiedly: "I don't!" This is the medicine my dad gave me, why should I hand it over! If I don't save it, no one will save it! ”