Song Qingyue's illness became violent, and near the early morning of the next day, she fell into a coma again due to high fever.

Master Song, who woke up from a hangover, heard about this and slapped Song Quan in the face and cursed him. He immediately ignored etiquette and rushed into the palace smelling of alcohol, asking the imperial doctor to come to his home to treat Song Qingyue.

Imperial doctors are different from imperial doctors. They can treat foreign ministers and their families at any time, but they have to spend money.

The imperial physician from the palace had not yet arrived, but Li Zhao brought Imperial Physician Jiang from the Wangfu Liang Medical Office to come in a hurry, and rushed directly into Song Qingyue's boudoir without hesitation, causing Liang's face to turn white and green.

I couldn't say anything, after all, saving lives was important.

Song Qingyue seemed to feel that her soul had left her body again, floating in the air and watching the panicked people in the room.

She even had the thought of not wanting to return to her body.

She thought, maybe it would be better to just die like this. She wouldn't have to face the marriage that was suffocating her, nor would she have to face the storms in the future.

She is not from here. Maybe if she dies like this, she will go back to her original life. She is still the only daughter loved by her parents. She can still continue to do her research in the laboratory and she is still the same free person.

People don't need to be disturbed by all these distractions.

But when she saw Mr. Song running back with the imperial doctor in a hurry, his hair was crooked and his clothes were wrinkled, lying in front of her bed, crying and calling her name regardless of the image, Song Qingyue's heart failed.

There was a sudden twitching.

How lucky she is to meet such a father in this life. You must know that in the time-travel novels she has read in the past, there is almost no qualified father.

But what about Song Jianming? Not only does he tolerate and care for herself, but he also trusts herself, as if Song Jianming supports her unconditionally no matter what she does.

If it weren't for him, I would never have been able to live such a happy and comfortable life in the past fourteen years.

And Liang, as the legitimate mother of so many children, Song Qingyue believed that she was qualified. Although it cannot be said that she had no selfishness and preference for her legitimate children, Song Qingyue could see clearly that at least she was fair.

If Song Yaxin made a mistake when she was a child, she would never protect her.

Ever since her second sister and herself were recorded in the name of the Liang family, she has treated them as her own children.

There are several other brothers, don’t they treat me badly?

If Song Qingyue is not satisfied with all this, she is really a cold-hearted, white-eyed wolf, extremely selfish!

Lord Song's guarding and calling day and night finally woke up Song Qingyue.

After being in a coma for three days, Song Qingyue felt pain all over her body and had difficulty breathing. She was afraid that she had pneumonia. In this era, pneumonia can be fatal!

She was really afraid that death was imminent.

She held Master Song's hand and said angrily: "Meng...Meng Wanfeng! Daddy, go and invite Miss Meng!"

There are no antibiotics, no antiviral agents, just a dead horse to be a live doctor, let’s give the heroine aura a try!

Li Zhao on the side frowned fiercely. He didn't know when Song Qingyue had such a friendship with that Meng Wanfeng, and he didn't know why Song Qingyue trusted that Meng Wanfeng so much.

Ever since Song Qingyue reminded him to be careful about Meng Wanfeng, he had sent people to keep an eye on that troublesome girl from the Meng family.

That Meng Wanfeng secretly sent people to the south to investigate the affairs of Prince Su's Mansion!

Before he even entered Prince Jing's Mansion, he actually helped Prince Jing's Mansion investigate him!

Of course, Li Zhao was not afraid of her investigation. They had tidied up everything. Zhenzhen's treasury, warships, weapons depots, and arsenals were all located on Xiaoliuqiu and Qiongzhou Islands. The few things that could be found inland were

The emperor knew it.

But what Meng Wanfeng did really made him unhappy!

When the Song Mansion sent someone to ask Miss Meng to come over to see a doctor, Meng Wanfeng was meeting Li Zhu at the unopened teahouse. The maid hurriedly found the teahouse from the Meng Mansion.

Meng Wanfeng hesitated after hearing about this.

Song Qingyue can be said to be the link between Li Zhao and Song Ge Lao. If she dies... Prince Su's Mansion may not have the same good results as in the previous life.

After experiencing her previous life, she was well aware of the dangers of this world and the cruelty of fighting in court.

Although she has a good impression of Miss Song San and agrees with her, Song San is from Li Zhao's side after all. She is merciful to Song San today and saved her life. Who knows how capable Song San will be in the future?

How will the girl help Prince Su and Li Zhao ascend to the throne in the future?

When the time comes, what will happen to Prince Jing’s Mansion? What will happen to Li Zhu?

However, Li Yan on the side looked more anxious than her: "Miss Song San is critically ill? Are you serious?"

The maid nodded and said: "Someone from the Song Mansion said that during the Lantern Festival, the third Miss Song fell drunk in the snow, and the wind and cold entered her body. She has been in a coma for three days. The imperial doctor has gone to see her, but the fever still doesn't go away. I'm afraid...

It’s not working anymore.”

"How could he be drunk in the snow without a maid or a mother-in-law following him?" Li Yan asked with a frown, his tone full of urgency.

Meng Wanfeng felt a little unhappy as she listened, but the feeling came and went quickly, and even she didn't seem to be able to catch it.

The maid shook her head and couldn't explain clearly. Li Zhu turned around and held Meng Wanfeng's hand and said: "Wan Feng, in that case, go and have a look! Don't let anything happen to Miss Song San! Master Song is a good official.

Miss Song San is also a kind-hearted woman, go and save her!"

That's what Li Zhu is, too upright and selfless.

Meng Wanfeng bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally agreed. She asked someone to prepare her golden needles and made a carriage for Prince Jing's Palace to go to the Song Palace.

Song Qingyue was indeed right. With the heroine's aura of a miracle doctor, her life was indeed firmly saved.

Song Qingyue's temperature dropped early the next morning, and she was much more awake. She was able to drink medicine and eat.

In ancient times, the reason why a minor illness could easily become a serious illness was because there was no technology to hook up an intravenous drip. Once a person was in a coma, he would not be able to take any medicine. Forcibly giving medicine would most likely cause the trachea to become blocked. If you cannot take the medicine, you will not take it.

If you don't drink, even a good person will quickly become weak.

So after Song Qingyue woke up, she endured the discomfort and ate all the meat porridge, egg custard, and ginseng chicken soup brought by the servants.

Meng Wanfeng came for a follow-up consultation. When he saw her frowning and trying to force herself to eat and drink, she smiled and said, "Miss Song San is a very worry-free patient."

There was no color on Song Qingyue's face. When she saw Meng Wanfeng, she grinned with her white lips and smiled at her: "Miss Meng saved my life again. I don't know how to repay her."

Meng Wanfeng seemed to say casually: "If you encounter me in trouble in the future, please remember Miss Song that you owe me two lives."

Song Qingyue suddenly coughed violently and knocked over the tea cup at hand. Mo Yun hurriedly stepped forward and patted Song Qingyue on the back.

Meng Wanfeng subconsciously knelt down to pick up the porcelain pieces, but was stopped by Mo Xiang and the ink fan: "Ms. Meng, please rest while I go get a broom to clean up."

She raised her head and met Song Qingyue's gaze from above.

"Don't worry, Miss Meng, I will remember your love," Song Qingyue said after coughing for a long time before stopping.

At this moment, Meng Wanfeng felt a strange feeling in her heart. She felt that this Song San seemed to know something just like her.

Is it possible that all the changes in this life are due to this Song San? This little girl who has not yet had hairpins? But in her last life, she had never heard of such a prominent figure. Where did this Song San know about her previous life?

What about?

"Mo Hen, go get Miss Meng a bowl of hot sweet soup." Song Qingyue ordered.

Meng Wanfeng was helped up by Mo Ping and sat on the embroidered pillar beside the bed. Mo Hen quickly brought the white fungus and red date soup. Meng Wanfeng drank it and said with a smile: "This white fungus is not easy to get. It was sent by Prince Su."

?”

Song Qingyue nodded: "Years ago, he brought a large cart of local products from the Northeast. When you leave later, I will ask someone to pack some for you, and you can take it back. It can be used for making soup or cooking. It is all good stuff.

By the way, do you want Miss Meng to eat jujubes? You can also take a can of jujubes back with you. They are sweet, fragrant, and delicious! I definitely can’t eat them because of my illness. I won’t be able to eat them anymore.”

Song Qingyue seemed to be completely unaware of the rift between her and Li Zhao, and enthusiastically gave gifts to Meng Wanfeng.

It's really unpredictable - Meng Wanfeng had no choice but to sigh in the end, swallowing her doubts, and left the Song Mansion with a bunch of gifts in large and small packages.

~

No matter how amazing Chinese medicine is, it takes effect slowly. It is said that the disease disappears like a thread, but her disease has never been cured. She looks very weak and she still coughs for a long time.

On the eighteenth day of the second lunar month, the willows in the garden all sprouted, and the Duke of Wei sent someone to pay the betrothal gift.

Song Qingyue hadn't recovered yet, so she had to join in the fun even after taking a mouthful of loquat mint syrup.

For the first time, she learned that the wild geese used as betrothal gifts would be released after the betrothal.

"I thought I had to pluck the hair, bleed it, add some white radish, and make soup!" Song Qingyue said, staring at the wild geese captured alive.

Seeing the betrothal gifts piled up in the yard, Song Yaxin's little face turned red with embarrassment, and Song Qingyue's "goose stew" made her laugh.

A few days later, Prince Xu asked Song Yaxin to go out for an outing, saying that he would teach her how to ride a horse at the racecourse of Duke Wei's mansion in the western suburbs. She was so excited that she wanted to bring her second and third sisters to play together, but unfortunately the third sister was still sick.

, Mrs. Liang joked about how girls can’t stay in college. The whole family seemed to have come out of the haze of Song Qingyue’s illness and returned to happiness and peace.
Chapter completed!