Yuan Qingling looked at her, "What discomfort are you referring to?"
Her body was in various discomforts now, but she was under high pressure and had no time to feel it. However, when she sat down or lay down, she still felt that her internal organs were all rolled together, which was more uncomfortable than the wounds.
His mother shook her head, "Actually, I don't know the details. Maybe Mr. Tang or Guard Xu will know better. I only know that after taking Zijin Decoction, it will damage the internal organs, and vomiting blood, coughing, and panic will begin.
In the case of dreams and so on, there was a servant who secretly took out the palace's antiques and sold them. He refused to admit it, and even committed suicide by hitting the wall. Lord Tang gave him purple gold soup, and he later confessed, and he died in about half a month.
It’s gone.”
Yuan Qingling was frightened when she heard this, "The person has been gone for half a month? Is it because of the Purple Gold Soup?"
"Sir Tang said that after taking the Purple Gold Decoction, you must take medicine for a year and a half before you can return to normal. But the boy was really hateful, and Master Tang didn't recuperate him well, so he died. Before he died, he was also
He vomited blood, had stomachache, coughed violently, and couldn't stop coughing. When he died, his face was purple."
Coughing for lack of oxygen?
His grandmother hesitated for a moment and said: "Besides, before he died, he always said that he saw many ghosts and wanted to arrest him and take him to the underworld for trial. He was very scared, so Zijin Tang ordered him to dream of entering Huangquan Tang again."
Yuan Qingling looked at her grandma blankly, and then slowly squeezed out a wry smile, Yu Wenhao, how much do you hate Yuan Qingling? And the most ironic thing is that she, the substitute Yuan Qingling, has to use up all her strength.
All efforts were made to save him.
If there is such a thing as reincarnation, then she and the original owner Yuan Qingling dug up the ancestral graves of the Yuwen family to suffer such retribution.
She calmed down her mind. The so-called ghost sighting was probably an hallucination, an hallucination caused by brain hypoxia. Therefore, this purple gold soup would cause hypoxia to create hallucinations.
When she heard Fu Bao talking, was it an illusion?
Yuan Qingling was a little confused.
Looking at her expression, her grandma felt that she was a bit pitiful, but she was a slave and had no right to pity her master.
Yuan Qingling returned to Xiaoyue Pavilion, but Prince Qi and Tang Yang were still guarding inside. Seeing Yuan Qingling coming back, Tang Yang quickly said: "The prince has just woken up. Do you think the princess should ask the imperial doctor to take a look?"
"No need for the moment." Yuan Qingling wanted to go over and take a look, but King Qi stepped forward to stop him.
Yuan Qingling looked at this pillar of human flesh and became a little impatient, "Prince Qi, what do you want?"
"While Fifth Brother's condition is getting better, please explain clearly why you framed Ming Cui." King Qi glared at her.
Yuan Qing lowered her hands, "Do you think it's appropriate to say this now?"
"It's appropriate. Mingcui will come over to visit Fifth Brother later. I don't want you to make her unhappy again."
Yuan Qingling sneered, "You have such a big heart. Don't you know that she was the one Yu Wenhao was going to marry? Are you so relieved that your wife is worried about another man?"
King Qi was furious, "Ming Cui and Fifth Brother are not as dirty as you think. Their dealings are fair and aboveboard."
After Yuan Qingling heard this sentence, she didn't know what to say.
She didn't know what Yu Wenhao was thinking, but she knew exactly what Chu Mingcui thought and did.
As a prince, it is actually very valuable to be so innocent and firmly believe in the right path.
Therefore, when he should have been furious, Yuan Qingling softened and said: "Don't worry, if she comes, I won't embarrass her, unless she wants to embarrass herself."
King Qi was startled. He had already prepared words to counter Yuan Qingling's more harsh words. Suddenly, his words were sublimated, and his character also had an arc. Instead, he became at a loss.
He could only mutter: "She definitely won't embarrass herself. You don't know what kind of person she is. She is very good."
Yuan Qing snorted and walked to the bed, only to see that Yu Wenhao had woken up at some point and looked at them with wide eyes.
His focus slowly returned and he stared at the scar on Yuan Qingling's forehead.
Yuan Qingling reached out and touched it. The wound was already dry, and the blood stains had not been wiped off in time.
"What do you think, Your Highness?" Yuan Qingling felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him.
"I can't die for the time being." He said hoarsely, his eyes lowered.