This is the side hall of the Queen Mother's Palace. The distance between rooms is not far. At this time, they have walked for a while and can already hear the laughter of the princes and princesses.
When Miss Jun asked this question, the March night wind blew her hair, she reached out to stroke her hair, and with the other hand she stroked the dress that was almost torn and messed up just now, with a relaxed expression.
The little palace maid sighed.
"No," she said.
Bing'er has only one sister. I don't know if her sister has any children at home. Could it be that she doesn't?
Miss Jun held her hand slightly.
"Miss Jun, you must have remembered wrongly," the little palace maid continued, "The person who poured you wine in the main hall was definitely not named Bing'er."
Miss Jun said oh.
"That's probably true. I was too nervous at that time and didn't hear clearly." She said with some embarrassment, "It sounded like Bing'er."
The little palace maid nodded.
"It must be wrong, it can't be Bing'er." She said.
Miss Jun pursed her lips and smiled, then stepped forward.
"Listening to what you said, it seems that there is indeed someone named Bing'er?" she asked.
The little palace maid nodded, a trace of sadness flashing across her face under the illumination of the palace lantern.
"There is one," she said, "but he died of illness the year before last."
Miss Jun paused and stepped onto the steps.
Sick, died.
The year before last.
Was it after his own death?
Has it been discovered?
But that's wrong. If it was really discovered, why did Bing'er's sister disappear now? Shouldn't she be eliminated together?
Miss Jun's thoughts were a little confused.
"That's really embarrassing." She said hurriedly, a little apologetically.
The little palace maid shook her head at her.
"It's cold in winter and it's easy to get wind chill." She whispered, "Some people are weak and it's inevitable that they won't be able to survive it."
winter.
It was indeed after his own death.
Miss Jun smiled at the little maid and stepped up the steps. The maids in the palace also came out and opened the door. The children in the room were laughing and the concubines were shouting. It was very lively.
Three days later, Miss Jun and Old Doctor Feng walked out of the palace, followed by large rewards and the princes and nobles surrounding them at the palace gate.
"Doctor Feng, you must come to our house first."
"Miss Jun, we have already arranged your number."
These pampered people did not care about losing their status, and came forward to invite them one by one. They wanted to reach out and grab Old Doctor Feng and carry him back. But they were afraid of offending him, so they did not dare to offend even though they were anxious.
"Everyone has it, don't worry." Old Doctor Feng said, his expression was calm, he was not frightened by so many people, nor was he flattered.
There was nothing that could frighten or frighten him. He had seen the emperor, rasp the princes and princesses, and lived in the palace for three days.
"Don't be anxious, everyone. We will have plans and arrangements for vaccination. No one will be missed or delayed," said Dr. Feng.
His calmness made the somewhat turbulent crowd quiet down, and they listened carefully to Dr. Feng's words.
Maybe everyone knew that Miss Jun would not vaccinate people personally, so everyone ignored her.
Miss Jun looked past the crowd and saw Zhu Zan standing on Imperial Street.
Not only Zhu Zan, but also the children of the Zhou family.
He seemed to be waiting for someone, and it seemed that he just happened to appear here, because when he saw Miss Jun looking over, Zhu Zan immediately turned his eyes away.
When he turned around and chased the Zhou children to leave, Miss Jun chased after him with a smile, as usual.
"I told you it's okay, you don't have to worry."
Miss Jun smiled.
Zhu Zan stopped and turned his head.
"Take out the word you," he said.
Miss Jun laughed.
"If you don't even have this ability and dare to enter the palace to get vaccinated, you would have died eight hundred times, so why should others worry about you?" Zhu Zan said.
Miss Jun nodded.
"You're right." She smiled and looked at the children of the Zhou family.
Several children of the Zhou family were also looking at her secretly, and when they saw her looking over, they were a little shy and avoided looking.
"Have their affairs been done?" Miss Jun asked.
At the beginning, Zhu Zan said that he would let the children of the Zhou family test the medicine, and if it succeeded, they would be spared the death penalty. Now that the ban on Guanghua Temple has been lifted, it is time to resolve this matter.
Zhu Zan said oh.
"I sent them away," he said.
"Return to true samadhi?" Miss Jun asked.
"Why do you ask so many questions?" Zhu Zan raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you want to do?"
Miss Jun laughed.
"I don't want to do anything, okay, I know you are going out, see you later." She smiled and waved her hand.
Zhu Zan looked at her and shook his head.
"You are indeed a self-indulgent person." He said, turned around and strode away.
For Jun Jiuling, it is indeed.
But for Chu Jiuling, no.
In Zhu Zan's opinion, everything today stemmed from treating King Huai, and he also promised to cure King Huai and save her life.
This feeling is for King Huai and their family.
Miss Jun looked at Zhu Zan's back and said nothing. The children who were following Zhu Zan suddenly stopped.
First one, and then several others stopped and followed the leader, Zhou Jing, and turned around.
Zhou Jing bent down to salute Miss Jun, and several other children also leaned over. Zhou Maomao, who was in his arms, was also put down and saluted in a decent manner.
They bowed deeply and gave a long salute.
"You really don't need to thank me for this." Miss Jun shook her head and said, "To me, everyone is the same. I am not the one who chose you."
Zhou Jing and others still didn't get up, so Zhu Zan turned around and stretched out his big hand to pick them up.
"Why are there so many things to do, why can't you hurry up?" he said.
The children of the Zhou family were gathered up by him and driven away like little chickens.
Old Doctor Feng also appeased the onlookers and came over. Miss Jun got on the carriage with him and left the imperial city surrounded by the onlookers.
Jiang Youshu stood outside the door of Taiyuan Hospital again. He had been standing here for the past few days. He was not waiting for anyone, but looking forward to never seeing those two people.
Those two people who entered the palace had better not come out again, or they would be carried out by the eunuchs or the guards.
They were on a business trip to vaccinate the princes and princesses.
Jiang Youshu was looking forward to it so hard in his heart that he didn't try to go into the palace to have a look, but because the vaccination was a very important matter, the Queen Mother was very nervous and wouldn't let anyone enter the palace for these two days.
anyone.
He, Jiang Youshu, is the best doctor in the world today, the head of the Taiyuan Hospital, the most trusted doctor of the emperor and the queen mother, and everyone wants to ask him to diagnose diseases.
One day he was treated as anyone.
No, there was a time when Zhang Qingshan came to the capital and was treated as a guest of honor by the emperor, but he was thrown aside like other doctors.
Fortunately, Zhang Qingshan was also a big talker, so he couldn't cure the prince's illness and ran away, and has disappeared since then.
These people created a scene of excitement, just like fireworks that attracted people to scream and cheer, but the excitement disappeared in just a moment and turned into a pile of ashes.
Only he is still standing here and will always stand here.
Jiang Youshu let out the tightness in his chest for a long time, but before he could finish it, the noisy sound of horse hooves came from the street.
The carriage appeared.
There was not only one carriage, but also one filled with rewards covered with royal bright yellow satin.
And behind him there was a group of magnificently dressed, majestic and arrogant people following.
These people had never walked behind others in the past, but at this moment, they were not impatient at all behind these two slow carriages, but were filled with joy.
God is really short-sighted.
Jiang Youshu's remaining breath was stuck in his throat, so he turned around and went in with a puff of sleeves.
The clerk who was hiding aside walked over cautiously, looked at the cars and horses that had gone away on the street, and then looked back at the gate of the Taiyuan Hospital.
The gate was once broken down by Jin Yiwei, but it has of course been repaired by now.
Looking into the courtyard through the gate, it seems very quiet even though it is daytime.
"It will probably be even quieter next time," he said to himself.
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Thanks for the glaze prophecy.,?The last shot?, Bingyi from the south rewarded He Shibi.
Thanks to Master Dong for the reward of the little golden pig.
Thank you all, I am very happy and happy to have you with me. Have a happy weekend. (To be continued)