The east wing was brightly lit, and Song Qinghuan was busy inside for most of the time, and then he leaned on the small couch and rested with his legs crossed.
Ever since she became the eldest daughter of the Qi Beihou Mansion, all the poisonous and medical skills taught by her master have been almost in disuse.
It took a lot of effort to pick it up now.
I stayed up all night again in the east wing. When I went to call her in the morning, I found that she had fallen asleep leaning on the couch.
Bottles and cans were everywhere in the house, and there was no room to walk.
Tuxue tiptoed over and didn't call Song Qinghuan. He just took a felt blanket to cover her and went outside to tell no one to disturb her.
When Liu Jian brought the food box to Xiao Ci, he said proudly: "Without me, the prince would have starved to death sooner or later."
Xiao Ci ignored him and only asked: "Has the little princess ever taken advantage of her?"
Liu Jian didn't know what he meant, so he said: "Li Suo, the plague has caused trouble these days. The princess doesn't allow her to leave the hospital, so she makes a lot of noise in Hanlian Courtyard every day, even taking off several layers of tiles."
Xiao Ci responded, and then asked: "Then what is the princess busy with?"
For three or four days in a row, Song Qinghuan was tinkering in the east wing and had no time to pay attention to Xiao Ci.
Xiao Ci went back to the palace twice, but he only rested in the outer study room in the front yard, and someone went into the inner yard to talk to her.
Song Qinghuan just deserved to say: "I got it."
Her cold and indifferent attitude made Xiao Ci very sour for a few days.
Until that day when Liu Jian sent Xiao Ci a meal, he also gave him a box of sachets.
The sachet was made in the palace's sewing room, and was filled with medicinal powder concocted by Song Qinghuan.
It has the effect of fighting poison with poison, but it is still not clear whether it is useful for the Wusha Plague.
Liu Jiandao: "The princess said that it is definitely effective against other poisons, but I don't know about the Five Sand Plague."
There was a big box full, and the rough guys from the Wucheng Institute didn't care whether it was useful or not. They looked at it and took one to hang it up.
A box of sachets was snatched up in no time, and not even the hair was left at the bottom of the box.
Xiao Ci looked at Liu Jian and stretched out his hand towards him: "Where is my king's?"
Liu Jian said: "Aren't they all in there?"
But when he looked over, he immediately shut up, paused, and then said: "Xu, maybe I missed it. I, I will run over and get it for the prince."
It was lunch time, and Xiao Ci stopped eating. He stood up and said, "No, I will go back and get it myself."
He knew that Song Qinghuan was very busy these days, but he was angry at her for neglecting him, so he didn't ask her what she was busy with. He only found out when he saw these sachets today.
Immediately, the anger in his heart completely dissipated, and there was a hint of smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
During the patrol in the morning, a few civilians infected with the plague were caught. Xiao Ci did not dare to go back to the backyard just like that. He went to the study to change his clothes first, and then went to Zhanlan Residence.
Song Qinghuan distributed all the sachets he made to everyone in the palace, and ordered Texue to send the ones to the Marquis of Qibei.
Before she even finished her work, she heard Xiao Ci calling her from outside: "Qing Huan, come out."
Xiao Ci arrived in a hurry and no one informed him. Song Qinghuan had not seen him for several days, so she suddenly became happy, dropped what she was doing, and ran out.
His eyebrows were curved and full of smiles, and he said before he came closer: "Have you eaten yet? I just asked Liu Jian to deliver food to you. I must have missed it."
Xiao Ci didn't dare to let Song Qinghuan get too close. The two were five or six feet apart, so he asked Song Qinghuan to stop.
Seeing that the joy on her brows was genuine, the smile on her face became deeper and deeper.
He didn't say whether he had eaten or not, he just said: "Why did you send sachets to everyone in Wuchengsuo, but not mine?"
Then he said: "This is a big deal, why are you so careless about it?"
Song Qinghuan was surprised: "Did it fall?"
She was not so fussy. The boxes of sachets were all the same. Whatever the people in the Wucheng Institute used, she planned that Xiao Ci would also use them.
But Xiao Ci felt that he was the husband of Song Qinghuan, and no matter how different he was from his colleagues in the Wucheng Institute, he must have prepared different things.
At that time, I saw that there was indeed no hair left under the box, and I became even more sure.
Women compete for favor in many ways, maybe Song Qinghuan deliberately lost him and asked him to come back on his own.
Xiao Ci thought about this a lot, and then he ran back with a happy heart.
Song Qinghuan didn't think much about it at all. He just thought it was really missing and said: "Wait a minute, I'll get it for you."
With that said, he turned around and entered the house.
Because time was too short, these sachets were made by the needlework in the house, and there was a certain number. The hair in the house was put down, and the ones from the Song family were also sent out. For a while, there were no more in the house.
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Seeing that there was one on the desk that he wanted to use, he didn't think much, took it and gave it to Xiao Ci.
This one was made for her by Tuxue, with a hundred seeds and pomegranates embroidered on it, and the material was different from those made in the sewing room.
You can tell the difference at a glance.
Xiao Ci stood in the yard and saw Song Qinghuan coming out of the house, and saw something different about the sachet in her hand.
Then he curved his lips and said, "Throw it over."
He has been dealing with people infected with the plague every day these days, and it is unknown whether there is anything unclean on his body.
I haven't seen Song Qinghuan for several days, and I wanted to hug her and give her a kiss, but I still didn't dare.
Song Qinghuan threw the sachet over and asked again, "Would you like the kitchen to prepare a meal for you?"
Xiao Ci took the sachet in his hand and took a look at the color of the pomegranate on it. He felt even more happy and did not feel at all that the sachet was not suitable for him.
He tied it up neatly and said, "No, there are still a lot of things to do at Wucheng Institute, I'm leaving now."
After a pause, he saw Song Qinghuan standing there motionless again. As his thoughts moved, he coughed again and asked, "Do you want to be your husband these days?"
Song Qinghuan said honestly: "Yes, I think about it every day."
If she didn't think about him every day, she wouldn't put so much thought into making these sachets.
If it wasn't because Xiao Ci was working as an errand in the Five Cities and was in contact with those infected by the plague every day, she was afraid that he might accidentally get infected, then she might have become a mutilated woman just now.
Xiao Ci didn't know what she was thinking about, but when he heard her say that she thought about it every day, his eyes narrowed, but he still said in a serious manner: "Yeah, I understand."
After saying this, he turned around and left, all the way back to Wuchengsuo. When he saw that what his colleagues brought was different from his own, he felt very upset.
Lao He could tell at a glance that his sachet was different from those of his brothers. When he saw that it was the color of a hundred-seed pomegranate, he immediately laughed and said, "You are a big man, and you are bringing this to a woman. Are you ashamed?"
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Xiao Ci glanced at him sideways, grabbed the sachet in his hand and hummed: "You know what the hell, my wife specially prepared it for me."
