Xiao Ci tried to do anything but couldn't. He looked angry and helpless, which made Song Qinghuan purse her lips and giggle.
He laughed and cursed: "You pervert, why do you think about this all day long?"
Xiao Ci snorted softly: "When I become my husband, I won't think about this anymore, I'm afraid you won't have a place to cry."
Although it didn't work out, the emotion in my heart couldn't go away. Normally it would be okay if I couldn't see or hold her, but now I have a beautiful woman in my arms, so I couldn't help it no matter what.
Now I grabbed Song Qinghuan's hand and rubbed it for a while before feeling comfortable.
After so many days of exhaustion, she was really exhausted. After she felt comfortable for a while, she stopped fussing and just held her in her arms across the brocade quilt, coaxing her a few times like a child.
Song Qinghuan hadn't fallen asleep yet, but he snored slightly first.
Song Qinghuan huddled in his arms, raised her hand to touch his newly cleaned chin, pursed her lips and smiled, and fell asleep soon after.
Although he returned to Prince Rui's Mansion to rest for the night, Xiao Ci still got up early in the morning and headed to Wucheng.
Song Qinghuan didn't even open her eyes, but when she knew he was getting up, she also got up and planned to help him change his clothes.
Xiao Ci didn't insist on her serving him, he rubbed her head and said: "You can go to sleep, I will do it myself."
He stretched out his hand to tuck her into bed again.
Song Qinghuan was menstruating and felt uncomfortable. Hearing this, she was not polite to him. She turned over with a sigh of relief and murmured, "Are you coming back tonight?"
"If you come back, I will leave the door open for you."
Xiao Ci quickly changed his clothes and said with a smile: "If you want to go back for your husband, then go back for your husband."
Song Qinghuan murmured something again, but it was so vague that no one could hear it clearly.
Xiao Ci smiled and didn't care. After washing up and going out, he told Song Qinghuan not to disturb Song Qinghuan and asked her to sleep more.
As soon as Song Qinghuan fell asleep, it was almost time to have lunch.
Lifting up the bed curtain and seeing the sunlight streaming in through the window, Song Qinghuan shouted to Ta Xue, "What time is it?"
Texue went to do other things, and Xunmei responded: "Princess, you finally woke up, it's almost noon."
As he spoke, the servants had already come in from outside, and the tent was hung with gold hooks. Seeing Song Qinghuan still looking lazy, he couldn't help but laugh: "The prince went out early in the morning, and before leaving, he told the slave not to disturb you.
, let you sleep a little longer."
"It's good for the princess, she just sleeps until noon and has breakfast and lunch together later."
Song Qinghuan didn't pay much attention to Xunmei's teasing. He yawned and sat up and said, "There's nothing to do, what are you doing up?"
I got up, changed my menstrual belt first, and then changed my clothes and freshened up.
While Xunmei was combing Song Qinghuan's hair, she also talked about all the big and small things going on in the house.
But they only passed the Hanliyuan side.
Song Qinghuan brought it up herself: "Sister Tong didn't ask me if I was dead today?"
Xunmei laughed twice and replied, "That's right."
Ever since that day, a little maid said something to Xiao Jingtong, and Xiao Jingtong followed her like a demon. Every day, she would pester Chunlan and Qiulan to ask if Song Qinghuan was dead.
These words were unlucky. Chunlan Qiulan went to Zhanlanju to deliver the news, but she only dared to talk to Taxue Xunmei, and indeed she did not dare to come to Song Qinghuan to say it.
Song Qinghuan knew this because he overheard it that day.
She couldn't explain how she felt, so she could only console herself that it was a good thing to ask Sister Tong every day to think about whether she was dead or not.
Because he got up late, Song Qinghuan only had some porridge and water and some snacks for lunch.
Knowing that Song Qinghuan had invited the doctor yesterday and told him to eat something lighter, the cook did not dare to serve those fried and inflammatory foods.
The plague has not passed yet. In the past few days, although Song Qinghuan is not suspected of contracting the plague, the maids and women who have moved out of the courtyard have not been asked to come back. The courtyard is still quiet all day long.
Song Qinghuan had lunch, yawned profusely again, and lay down on the low couch for a while before asking Texue to find her few books on witchcraft and poison.
Those books were found by Xiao Ci for her when Xiao Mu was poisoned by poisonous insects. Yesterday, she also told him that there was something strange about the plague, so I came here first and took a look at them when I had nothing to do.
She was not in good spirits during her menstruation, so she randomly picked up a book and turned it over in her hands. Before she could find out anything, a piece of paper fell out of the book.
I bent down to pick it up and took a look. I saw a totem painted on it.
I squinted my eyes and thought about it for a moment, and I guessed the origin of the totem.
It was when she and Xiao Wei had not yet reconciled and were being hunted down at the foot of Qianfo Mountain that she found the pattern on the jade pendant from the dead man's body.
I thought it was strange at the time, and even wrote a letter to the northwest to ask my uncle from the Yun family to help me find out what it was. However, the letter fell into disgrace and I still haven’t received a reply.
She didn't think about how the paper with the totem on it could fall out of the book, and she couldn't remember it.
Clamping the piece of paper onto another book, Song Qinghuan began to look through the book.
At this time, the isolation area on the west side of the city was filled with the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling.
Song Qinghuan's prescription for the sachet was delivered to the hospital's camp last night.
Several experienced imperial physicians spent the whole night modifying Song Qinghuan's prescription by five different medicines to ensure that the efficacy of the medicine would not be reduced and it would not cause too much pain.
The recipe was changed before dawn, and the medicine was immediately prepared and sent to the quarantine area.
The people infected by the plague had to drink these unknown and useless medicines every day, and they had long been numb. They drank whatever the people at the hospital sent them.
It's just that this time is different from the previous ones. After taking the concoction for no more than three hours, you will inevitably have unbearable abdominal pain and vomit blood.
Anyone with abdominal pain would have the imperial doctor insert needles at various acupuncture points. When the medicine was fully effective, black worms would be vomited out along with the blood.
The soldiers from the five cities were all sent to the quarantine area. In addition to maintaining order, there was only one other reason to catch the black insect.
As soon as the insects are spit out, they are caught with a fine net and thrown directly into the ignited fire to be burned to death.
Because this matter was cumbersome, the imperial hospital was short of manpower, and all the famous doctors from Beijing were invited to work together. However, with so many people in the epidemic area, the hundreds of imperial doctors with the same name were just a drop in the bucket.
After working like this for a whole day, we only managed to treat some people first.
Those who have vomited worms cannot be separated from those who have not yet been treated.
This matter fell back on the Wucheng Soldiers and Horses Division and the Shuntian Prefecture.
