When talking about those pills, Xiao Ci felt even more guilty. His eyes flashed slightly and he didn't dare to look at Song Qinghuan. He only said vaguely: "I am marching and fighting, and I have traveled a long distance. I accidentally lost those things."
I don’t know either."
Song Qinghuan's scissors cut open Xiao Ci's blood-stained clothes, only looking at the injuries on his body, but not paying attention to his expression. After thinking about it, people marching and fighting really couldn't care too much, so they didn't doubt it.
, he just said angrily: "Why don't you lose yourself?"
You have to scold, but you still have to watch for injuries.
Song Qinghuan treated Xiao Ci's wounds all over again, and even praised the gauze that was so well wrapped, but didn't pay much attention to it.
The room was warm, and the people around me were chattering without listening. Although it was a bit noisy, there was a rare peace and contentment in my heart.
Xiao Ci had been running around for so many days, and only now did he feel exhausted. He fell asleep not long after listening to Song Qinghuan's nagging words.
When Song Qinghuan saw Xiao Ci falling asleep, a smile appeared on his lips. He pursed his lips and stopped talking. Even the movements of his hands became gentler.
There were so many wounds on the body, and it was not easy to heal along the way, and there were still some infections.
After treating Xiao Ci's wounds, he carefully covered him with a quilt. After checking his pulse again, he found that he still had a slight fever, so he stuffed two more pills into his mouth.
Following this view, the place took on a bitter medicinal taste.
Xiao Ci slept until dusk and did not go to the palace banquet. He woke up on the way to eat something and drank medicine and fell asleep again.
Song Qinghuan was afraid that if he endured it all the way, his injuries would become more severe when he relaxed, so he kept guarding him, not daring to move even half a step away.
When the sky turned dark, lamps were lit everywhere in the house. Stepping on the snow, he quietly raised the curtains and entered the house. He walked to Song Qinghuan and whispered: "Princess, Princess Nanyao is here. She said she came to see the prince."
The title of Princess Nanyao was given by Emperor Chengxing today. Nanyao is a woman. She made great contributions when the two countries were at war. She also brought the two princesses back to Emperor Chengxing, which is even more creditable.
Fei, Emperor Chengxing couldn't reward anything else, but he wanted to reward her, so he made the princess a princess, gave her a princess palace, and even said that he would recruit a consort for her.
The imperial edict was issued, and the jade seal was also given, so that everyone was treated as a princess.
Song Qinghuan was still a little surprised. It was getting late now. Princess Nanyao came to visit Xiao Ci at this time? It always felt a little strange.
However, thinking of the rumors about Princess Nanyao, Song Qinghuan didn't think much about it. He just thought that she was an informal person, not to mention that the visitor was a guest and he couldn't kick her out.
She nodded, fearing to wake Xiao Ci, so she walked out of the room, and then said: "Princess, please go to the flower hall to sit for a while, I will go right away."
Texue responded and hurriedly went to make arrangements. Song Qinghuan originally wanted to change into the clothes to meet the guests, but after thinking that they were not here to see her, she simply gave up and just tidied up a little before heading to the flower hall.
Princess Nanyao has already sat down. She is wearing a high-grade internal uniform and has a head full of pearls. She seems to have just come from the palace.
She sat upright and her movements showed a noble temperament.
Song Qinghuan glanced at her from a distance, and immediately regretted wearing homely clothes to meet the guests. When they compared her, she immediately felt that she was a rich lady, but she was a country woman.
Maybe she heard the noise, and Princess Nanyao turned her eyes sideways and saw Song Qinghuan coming here through the hand corridor.
Several lamps were lit in the flower hall, as if it were daytime. Princess Nanyao stood up, but her eyes fell on Song Qinghuan without hesitation. She looked at her carefully, but there was a hint of surprise in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
Song Qinghuan has been Princess Rui for a long time, and she can be calm and unhurried no matter who she is dealing with. When Princess Nanyao looked at her, she continued to look at her openly.
Finally, he said: "I didn't know that the princess came to visit late at night, so she was greeted at a distance."
Princess Nanyao saw that she was neither humble nor arrogant, so she also smiled: "I, Prince Tongrui, have never followed any rules since he was a child. I heard that he fell ill when he came to Beijing, but I just stopped by to see if he was dead. It's not far to welcome him."
Welcome."
Both sides took their seats, and an aunt behind Princess Nanyao held up two boxes.
Princess Nanyao said: "I came in a hurry and didn't have time to prepare anything. These are gifts from the Holy Emperor, so I borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha."
Prince Rui's Mansion is not short of a few things, but since it was given as a gift, he was too embarrassed to refuse it. Song Qinghuan nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you very much."
Texue then respectfully stepped forward to take it, and handed it to the little maid to put away.
After all the things were collected, Princess Nanyao asked again: "How is Prince Rui's injury? He suffered a lot of injuries in order to protect me and the two empresses along the way, so it's hard for him."
Protect Nanyao? Together with the two princesses of Ye Kingdom?
Song Qinghuan was a little confused. Were Xiao Ci's injuries caused by those who secretly attacked him?
She felt that something was wrong, and seeing Princess Nanyao's open face, she thought about it and didn't ask any more questions.
He only responded: "It's just a superficial wound. It will heal after a while. It won't kill anyone."
Princess Nanyao did not miss the confused look on Song Qinghuan's face just now. She pursed her lips and smiled, holding the tea bowl and said: "I'm ashamed to say that I also suffered some skin injuries on the road. If Prince Rui hadn't brought him with him,
The medicine he brought was given to me, but I'm afraid I'll have to ask someone to carry it to Beijing."
The look on Song Qinghuan's face hardened again, and he couldn't even smile. Didn't Xiao Ci say that he accidentally lost those pills? Why did he give them away again?
I was angry in my heart, and cursed secretly: You bastard, you are really capable of using something made by my mother to save the beauties.
The look on Song Qinghuan's face couldn't be more obvious, but Princess Nanyao pretended not to notice, put down the tea bowl, and naturally took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve pocket.
He opened his mouth and said: "I heard that Princess Rui knows some Qihuang techniques, and the medicine here is also prepared by herself. I used this medicine first and thought it was very good, so I shamelessly asked for a bottle. I hope Princess Rui
Can you help me prepare another bottle?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Aunt Rong behind her hurriedly took the porcelain vase and brought it forward.
Texue took one look at Song Qinghuan, who looked sullen, but stepped forward to take it.
Song Qinghuan glanced sideways at the porcelain vase and saw the embossed acacia flowers on the porcelain vase. He became even more annoyed. It turned out that he had prepared it for Xiao Ci.
When she raised her eyes and saw the matter-of-fact look of Princess Nanyao, she couldn't help but lose her good temper and said: "I'm afraid this won't satisfy the princess. Although I know the art of Qihuang, I'm only half-skilled, and I can't get these medicines."
The imperial doctor gave me advice, but I was afraid of accidentally using the medicine to kill someone. If the prince had not insisted on taking it, I would not have given it to him.
