Although the hot liquid was not as boiling as Mo Xuan's servant said, it also made his cheeks suddenly feel a pinprick pain. She said to Song Yuqiu: "Look, this is your favorite medicine, right?" Song Yuxuan smiled and said, "Yes! yes!" Don't you love to eat? Mo Xuan's servant gave Song Yusui a few more slaps, but she didn't think it was enough, so she asked the maid to slap Song Yuxuan's mouth. Song Yuqiugang's persuasion was meaningless, but it made her have more hatred for Song Yuqiu, and Song Yuqiu and her have been grudges for a long time, so it is not surprising that such an ending is not surprising.

"Don't you appreciate such a good spring? It's a terrible sight to punish slaves and maids there! A voice came from inside the room. Who is it? How so? "It's Song Yuxuan's wife." "Where's your wife?" "It's your wife!" "Is that her?" "Of course not! A hoarse female voice sounded, her voice a little weak because of her frailty, but it was as flexible as a string.

A woman is in the flowers, but the color is overwhelming, but it is a pity that those eyes are like a clear spring in the mountains.

Dai purple pinched gold pile embroidered phoenix tail skirt embroidered peacock open screen pattern at the skirt, the peacock feathers are completely woven of gold thread, each tail feather is decorated with a thumb-sized round pearl, I am afraid that a pearl on this skirt is much more valuable than the pearl on the head full of ink grease, the top of the head only needs a golden step to shake a reverse bun, the three gold chains on the top of each strung up a sapphire, emitting a faint cold light.

All women are around, I'm afraid it's just to foil their own brilliance, as if they are the peonies in the flowers, the most beautiful peach blossoms, apricot blossoms can't help but be overshadowed, glamorous in all directions.

Song Yuxuan and Mo Xuanzhi bowed down and said, "Miss Mingzhen, ten thousand blessings!" ”

Such a gorgeous woman is called "Mrs. Yao Huang" in the palace, first, she has a deep love for peonies, and second, her appearance and bearing are more luxurious than peonies. Among the many women, she is the most dazzling one. She is known as the first female emperor in Chinese history - Wu Zetian, and she has become the focus of the world's attention because of this. Shangguan Jieyu and Song Yusui described before, Song Yusui still didn't believe it, and at this time she was deeply impressed, and her appearance was not enviable, but it made people feel inferior, because she was really impeccable.

Mrs. Yao, who had never given birth to an heir but was in a high position, was promoted to Mrs. Congyipin in only one year, and she was probably second to none in the Song Yusui Dynasty. In Song Yuxuan's impression, she is a dignified and elegant, gentle and virtuous woman. She died on her sickbed shortly after her husband's death. Song Yuqiu has always wanted to know what her final destination will be. It's a pity that after a long-term illness, her appearance has been reduced, and her beauty is slightly inferior.

After the ladies of the palace diligently laid out the brocade mats and held the pillows to lean on, Mrs. Mingzhen sat down on the fence. What did she say to her beloved concubine? Like her, Ink Grease is also a delicate woman. "You've been cured?" She asked. "I'm not fully recovered! Her eyes beckoned the palace maids to wipe the medicinal juice on Song Yuqiu's face, and reprimanded the ink fat with the soup woman in her hand: "The saint is kind, and he can't see people and concubines bullying servants and maids in order to seek harmony in the court." Bengong's heart disease was lazy for a few days, and he entrusted the power of the harem to the Lu family. She won't care about you. ”

Mrs. Mingzhen's words are quite disdainful, although everyone in the palace knows that ink grease is Lu Zhaorong's minions, but Mrs. Mingzhen directly accuses the Lu family, which is unsympathetic. "Mo'er, why are you still here? Song Yuqiu, I'll bring you the medicine......" Mo Grease said as he threw the small paper bag in his hand to the ground. The maid next to Mo Grease obviously had a bad complexion, and Mo Grease was unaware of this, and complained: "Miss doesn't know, there have always been people in the Internal Pharmacy who have been bent on making things difficult for the concubine, and even the medicine girl has deliberately done it."

Mrs. Mingzhen brushed the wrinkles of her sleeves, her temperament was so noble that it was difficult to approach, and she said coldly: "The back court has its own responsibilities, and the concubines have always been managed by the hospital attendants and doctors when they ask for illness. ”

Mo Zhi immediately panicked, and knelt down in panic and begged: "The concubine once invited the emperor, and the emperor agreed." ”

"Ah, this palace still doesn't know," Mrs. Mingzhen pinched a begonia bud with her fingers, and her nails became more and more vivid, "But why bother Song Yingche because of this?" It's better for Song Yuxuan to issue an edict to call you a doctor today! Shen Jia, the judge of the right hospital of Tai Hospital, has excellent medical skills, and his body has always been raised by him! ”

Now the queen mother hides in the Zhaoyang Palace all day long, and the power of the harem is held by Mrs. Mingzhen, Concubine and Lu Zhaorong, and the concubine is not tough, Mrs. Mingzhen's position is much higher than Lu Zhaorong, so many things in the palace have to be decided by Mrs. Mingzhen, which is naturally when Mrs. Mingzhen is in good health.

And with the humble rank of Mo Xuan's servant, and the identity of the right court judge of the Labor Tai Hospital was completely unnecessary, Mrs. Mingzhen suddenly lifted up, and Mo Zhi was flattered and busily bowed. "This is your gift to Song Yuxuan?" A familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of Song Yuqiu's eyes, he stood at the door with a smile on his face, which Song Yuxuan had never seen before. "What is this? Mrs. Mingzhen's words fell on Song Yuxuan's ears, and only the name Shen Jia, the father of Shen Wei's illness, reluctantly left it behind, and Song Yuxuan couldn't help but start thinking about it again.

Mrs. Mingzhen squinted at Song Yuqiu, her gaze stayed on the rouge birthmark on her neck, and then suddenly turned around and ordered someone to say, "You also come down, so that Shen Siyao doesn't have to bother!" ”

The decoction was splashed, plus those few slaps, and when he returned to the inner pharmacy, Song Yuqiu's face was high and swollen, Chen Dianyao led a group of palace maids to the door to greet him, as if waiting to meet Song Yuqiu's joke, the dark brown medicinal juice fell into his shirt from his neck, and several strands of hair were entangled, Song Yuqiu could imagine how embarrassed Song Yuqiu was at this moment, and covered his ears to avoid them snickering.

Suddenly, Josh rushed over, took Song Yuqiu's hand, walked quickly into the internal pharmacy and walked to the room, opened the door, turned out the ointment, gently wiped it on Song Yuxuan, and said compassionately: "That woman is crazy, torture you to this point!" ”

Song Yuxuan was powerless to return to the sky: "Mo Xuan's illness is handed over to the right court of the Taiyuan to judge the master, you remember to discuss it with Shen Siyao!" ”

"That woman doesn't know what kind of good luck she has, and she knows that it's useless at first glance," Josh put the lid on the medicine box and said, "But Chen Dian Yao is stingy, so tormenting!" ”

Due to the special care of the medicine, there are many jealous people, and I have few people in the pharmacy. One day, when Song Yuqiu was wandering on the street, he met a man named Wen Dianyao, who brought Song Yuqiu two packs of cold tablets, Song Yuqiu was very curious, so he asked, "What is this?" Now that jealousy suddenly flared up, Song Yusui smiled bitterly: "Consul Wen Dian Yao is weak and sickly, a few days ago I discussed with Shen Si Yao to let the consul make people take medicine, you should also know this matter, Chen Dian Yao is ambitious, and he uses Song Yu to pull people." ”

The loneliness in his heart was like brewing a cup of cold tea, and the bitterness was soaked into his heart. Song Yuxuan was thinking: What kind of person is Qi Shao? What kind of person is he? Qi Shao said in "Xiaolin": "A person's life is just a piece of paper." However, as soon as his fingers touched the brown note, his face instantly brushed.

There is a brown note in front of him exuding the dark fragrance of plain white plum, the right side of the note is crawling with a branch of pear flowers, and there are only two lines of book in the middle, "Lonely Fang can still appreciate itself, how can the beauty die alone", the typesetting of the note, the painting is very similar to Song Yuxuan's note of the day, and the handwriting is written by Qi Shao.

Song Yuqiu silently recited two lines of poetry over and over again, I am afraid it is the reason why he handed over the book to Song Yuxuan, even Qi Shao also noticed Song Yuxuan's sorrow, Shen Wei never knew about illness, how could he be alone, people are most afraid of a "alone" word, alone happiness, only worry...

Song Yusui smiled melancholy, it turned out that Song Yusui was not the only one who was crazy, he still had an obsession similar to Song Yuqiu. Song Yuxuan was like a clown duckling in front of him, without any brilliance. Song Yuxuan thought, all this is because his face is too ugly! Song Yusui thought, he must be distressed by Song Yuqiu's appearance, right? Fortunately, the two of them didn't need to see each other, and Song Yusui exposed the ugliness in reality to him, so Song Yusui didn't need to worry about how to deal with it.

Song Yuxuan's fingers rubbed lightly on the notebook, and in a trance, the piece of electricity in his brain was really it...? Ms. Song's thoughts were pulled back to more than a decade ago — it was a summer afternoon when Ms. Song was walking in the playground with a few classmates. Suddenly, a crisp sound of footsteps came from behind: "Teacher! Teacher!" Song Yuqiu followed the prestige. Song Yuxuan threw herself down in front of the round table paved with yellow rosewood and marble, took the plain porcelain tea cup, and splashed it on the notebook, and the heart that was difficult to let go of hung again.

At this moment, loneliness seems to have become a small thing, and I am afraid of the Songxi paper in my hand.

The 10 craftsmen of Songxi spent 3 years to make a bookcase, the most peculiar of which is that the words written on the Songxi paper can be washed off with clean water, and can be reused after drying, so that the cycle repeats, and the material of Songxi paper is mixed with pine needles, and the lines on the paper can be vaguely seen pine needles.

When my father was an official, his calligraphy was quite famous, and he was once enshrined by the first emperor as a half-za pine stream. When he was a child, Song Yuxuan and his younger brother often used this kind of pine stream paper to splash water and play. Now the familiar feel on the fingertips made Song Yu daunting. I really don't know how Qi Shao got such a valuable Songxi book.

Unless he is really the one that Song Yusui is most reluctant to meet, Song Yusui sat on the edge of the bed with his knees in his hands, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking about it carefully, how could Qi Shao just be a historian of the Hongwen Pavilion, recalling that in the Tianlu Pavilion back then, the books he turned over and the books that recorded historical materials were nothing more than easy to flip through, and most of the books he read carefully were about political theories, so why should the historians study those.

Is it fate or can't escape? Song Yuxuan sat at the desk, with a thick pile of books in front of her.