Song Qinghuan chuckled lightly and did not care about him. She took the handkerchief from his hand and twisted his hair gently.
Then he asked if there was any progress regarding the plague in Beijing.
Xiao Ci raised his chopsticks, stirred the shredded chicken noodles that had just been prepared in the kitchen, and poured some of the side dishes that were delivered into it, and then said: "Some progress has been made."
"Madam, when you have time, can you write me the recipe for the sachet from last time?"
Song Qinghuan didn't know the reason for this, but when he heard him ask for the recipe for the sachet, he was confused for a moment and asked: "Is it possible that the recipe for my sachet is related to the progress of the plague?"
Xiao Ci responded: "That's right."
He didn't hide anything, and told the whole story of Xiao Yuan's incident, and then said: "If my husband hadn't seen with his own eyes that the black bug was vomited by Xiao Yuan, I'm afraid no one else would believe it.
There is something like this."
"Black bug?" Seeing that his hair was almost dry, Song Qinghuan put the towel aside and sat next to him.
"You said that Xiao Yuan ate all the medicine in the sachet, applied it on it, and then asked the imperial doctor to give him a few injections and spit out the bug?"
Seeing that Xiao Ci responded, he said again: "My lord, don't you think this plague is very strange? I always feel that it doesn't look like a plague. Wasn't His Highness the Crown Prince poisoned by a poisonous insect last time? It was also from
There's a poisonous insect coming out of my body, I wonder if it's the one this time?"
Because the plague has been going on for too long, Song Qinghuan has been paying attention to it from time to time, but she has not had any serious contact with these plague patients, nor has she treated them. She can only rely on the cases she wrote from Taiyuan Hospital.
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The specifics are not clear, but in those days, she had seen all the plagues recorded in various places in the past two or three hundred years, and there had never been a plague that could spread as powerfully as this one.
In the end, it was just an insect causing trouble.
Xiao Ci didn't think about it. He knew that Prince Xiao Mu was poisoned by a poisonous insect last time, but he didn't see how Song Qinghuan saved him.
Both the previous dynasty and the previous dynasty were very interested in hearing about witchcraft and Gu, and he didn't know much about these things.
Hearing this, his face darkened: "You mean, is it possible that the outbreak of the plague is also caused by Gu insects?"
Song Qinghuan nodded: "That's what I guessed, but I can't be sure for a while whether it's true or not."
Xiao Ci's bowl of shredded chicken noodles reached the bottom, and there was still some soup left in the bowl, so he couldn't drink it anymore.
Talking about Gu insects, my thoughts became more and more serious. My mind was spinning, and I couldn't figure out for a while who could be behind it.
Song Qinghuan saw that he was silent, so he remained silent. He walked to the desk, sharpened his ink, wrote out the recipe for the sachet, dried it and handed it to him.
Xiao Ci came back to his senses, took it from her hand, glanced at it casually, and then looked at Song Qinghuan with pride.
"How come my father-in-law can be considered a scholar, but why is it that when he comes to your place, this one word is so unbearable?"
Song Qinghuan never expected that when he looked at the prescription, he was looking at his own handwriting. His face suddenly changed, and he stretched out his hand to snatch the prescription away: "Why can't you bear it? The writing is pretty good."
Song Qinghuan was still very satisfied with his handwriting, at least it was neat.
But Xiao Ci had deep insights into things like calligraphy. Song Qinghuan's calligraphy was neat and tidy, but he didn't have any aura or character, so he thought it was unbearable.
Especially when he saw Song Wende's calligraphy, the comparison was like heaven and earth, incomparable.
As soon as he raised his arm, Xiao Ci stood up, folded the prescription, called Chuhan, and threw the prescription out through the half-open window in the room.
"Send it to Dr. Chen and Dr. Wang."
Chuhan deserved a shout, and then the person disappeared.
Song Qinghuan was so angry that he put his hands on his hips and said, "Just because you can talk to someone else, it doesn't mean you can write well on your own."
"The writing is like a ghost drawing a talisman, which is quite courageous."
She had also seen Xiao Ci's writing, but because she didn't know how to appreciate it, in her eyes it was like a ghost painting. If she could recognize one or two words out of ten, it would be considered good.
Xiao Ci also didn't expect that his elegant cursive calligraphy would make Song Qinghuan think it was a ghostly calligraphy.
I couldn't help but chuckle: "It's like playing the piano to a cow."
This time, Song Qinghuan could tell that he was cursing. Her eyes widened and she hummed, "It's like a flower stuck in cow dung."
Xiao Ci couldn't help laughing out loud: "Where did you learn these words?"
Seeing that Song Qinghuan didn't want to talk to him anymore, he turned around and was about to go to the inner room. He hurriedly pulled him again, and with a strong force on his wrist, he picked Song Qinghuan up again.
"If you want to say it's cow dung, then it's cow dung. Anyway, madam, when you marry a chicken, you can marry a dog."
He walked quickly and said again: "Didn't you say you have a rash on your stomach? I need to take a closer look to see how angry you are."
"Speaking of it, it's all because of my husband. I don't know how to take care of such a beautiful lady in my house. No matter what Lao Shizi's plague did, it has made her angry now."
Xiao Ci was used to the Land of Wind and Moon, and there was something in his words that Song Qinghuan didn't understand.
It wasn't until Xiao Ci put her on the couch and started to act erratically that she realized what Xiao Ci meant.
The cheeks were stained with rouge, which added a bit of color to her complexion, causing Xiao Ci to look angrily: "Don't do this."
Xiao Ci laughed: "What kind of trick are you doing for your husband?"
There were stars in her eyes, but there was a warmth in her chest. Just thinking about it made her extremely emotional.
"My husband has seen the rash on his neck that was caused by the fire, and now the one on his belly will also have to go away. Now that the plague is rampant, you have to make my husband feel at ease."
The warm palm was placed on his belly, but it was very dishonest.
Song Qinghuan was ticklish and started giggling while hitting his hand.
They made a fuss and took advantage of him, so he said with a smile: "Put down the tent."
Xiao Ci's eyes lit up, and he also laughed. He said hello, so he took the tent off the golden hook and said, "Don't worry, I am a husband who has a sense of propriety, and nothing will happen."
The old lady of the Song family has gone, and Song Qinghuan, as the married granddaughter, has to stay with her for a year.
She and Xiao Ci were newly married, so they couldn't keep it a secret, but as long as no one was killed, no one would bother to investigate these boudoir matters.
Xiao Ci felt happy in his heart. After staying up for more than half a month, he finally started eating meat.
Without thinking, the tent was put down, but before the matter was done, he heard the sound of helplessness.
"You little thing are getting worse and worse, you even dare to tease your husband.
