After coming out of Yiyan Pavilion, Song Qinghuan felt that his head was dizzy and he was not very clear, so he asked Taxue Xunmei to help him, who was still sitting on the bamboo, and drove him back to Qianyun Residence.
How Xiao Wei treats Song Qinghuan, and how he treats Yao Yuechan, Taxue Xunmei understands better than anyone else.
In the past, when I saw that Song Qinghuan had no intention of competing for favors, I just thought that she was open-minded and tolerant, but now that I saw her devastated look, I thought that she actually cared.
The two little maids stood together in an orderly manner. You looked at me and I looked at you. Neither of them dared to speak.
The room was silent, and Song Qinghuan sat motionless on the heated kang.
After walking in the snow for a while, I had the courage to step forward and said, "The girl's legs and feet were injured. I'm afraid she didn't sleep well last night. If nothing happens, why don't we just sleep a little longer."
Song Qinghuan responded, but still sat still. After a while, he raised his head and asked Taxue: "Did I have a dispute with Xiao Wei?"
When I heard "Treading the Snow and Looking for Plum Blossoms", my heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Xunmei was an upright person and felt panicked, so she opened her mouth and asked, "Did the girl remember old things?"
Song Qinghuan frowned, and Ta Xue immediately said: "The girl and the prince have made an engagement long ago. It has been several years. How come there is no entanglement."
Then he said: "Young lady, seeing the prince protecting Concubine Yao like that, she felt very unhappy."
"I feel a little uncomfortable, but I can't explain why." Song Qinghuan murmured and sighed deeply.
She felt so depressed and uncomfortable that she couldn't express herself in words, but those inexplicable emotions clearly did not belong to her.
Song Qinghuan was in low spirits and felt depressed, so he simply lay down again.
Opening her eyes and looking at the red curtain that had not yet been taken down, she dozed off and soon fell asleep.
The mist was so thick that it made people confused. Song Qinghuan kept going back and forth in Qianyun Residence, but he couldn't find the door.
The courtyard, which used to be cold in the past, is now even more deserted, with no one even walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms.
She walked around the courtyard three or four times in a row and was so tired that she was sweating profusely. Only then did she realize that this situation was probably a ghost attack.
If you really want to talk about it, she is a brat herself. She immediately became so angry that she put her hands on her hips and cursed: "If you have the ability, come out and let's have a fight. What kind of hero do you think you are?"
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As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew in the courtyard, carrying the sand and blowing away the mist, and he saw a woman standing ten steps away.
The woman had a round face, big eyes, a straight nose and small lips. She was wearing a plain dress, with loose black hair, and her eyebrows were full of sadness.
When Song Qinghuan saw her appearance, he trembled with fright. She could see that woman's appearance in the mirror every day when she was dressing up. She looked exactly like Song Qinghuan herself.
"You, are you a human or a ghost?" Song Qinghuan, who was fearless just now, did not dare to step forward, and could not tell whether this moment was a dream or reality.
The woman stood there with a dignified manner, brushing the broken hair in front of her forehead with her fingertips. She did not answer Song Qinghuan's words and only said: "You are a doctor. You can heal people's injuries, but you can't heal people's hearts."
"I'm really unwilling."
Song Qinghuan frowned and said nothing, only looked at the woman for a long time, and finally understood why she had inexplicable emotions towards Xiao Wei and Yao Yuechan.
As her mind moved, she suddenly realized something serious and asked repeatedly: "Did you bring me here? Did you ask me to live for you?"
Before the woman could speak, Song Qinghuan shook his head again: "No, you care about Xiao Wei. I'm afraid you brought me here because of him."
The woman's expression was moved, and tears fell down from the corners of her eyes. After a long time, she said: "No, I paid the wrong price with all my heart. I died so unjustly. There is a resentment hidden in my heart that has not dissipated for a long time. The girl is
I am a person with a good temperament, and I entrust my body to the girl. I also hope that the girl can calm my resentment for me, so that I can avoid the pain of wandering."
Song Qinghuan looked at her for a moment, but couldn't help but sneer: "Calm down your grievances? You can't even look away, you can't let go, how can I calm down your grievances for you?"
The woman shed tears again and sighed softly: "I am not a heartless person. I can let go of my love for seven years no matter how hard I put it."
"Seven years of love, I'm afraid it was just your wishful thinking from beginning to end." Song Qinghuan exposed it without hesitation: "Since you don't want this body, just reincarnate as soon as possible, or you can come back by yourself and let me return."
Go in your own body."
"I didn't cause your heartache, how could I heal it for you..."
Before Song Qinghuan finished speaking, the surrounding fog rose again. The sadness on the woman's brows did not diminish by half. Her whole body gradually faded in the fog. Her mouth opened and closed, but she could only say one sentence: "I am unwilling in my heart, unwilling."
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The sound of the door opening and closing woke Song Qinghuan from her dream. In the cold winter weather, she was sweating profusely.
Sitting up in shock, Song Qinghuan opened the curtain and saw clearly the furnishings in the room. Then he covered his head and sighed: "This is a dream!"
But he took a breath and said, "I'm afraid it's not a dream."
There was movement in the house. Xunmei raised the curtain and entered the house. When she saw Song Qinghuan's hair sticking to her forehead, she was surprised: "But it was too hot in the house. The girl was sweating all over while sleeping."
After saying that, he hurriedly opened the window coffin a little, and found some dry clothes for Song Qinghuan to change into.
Song Qinghuan changed his clothes, took a look at the sky through the crack of the window, and asked, "How long has it been?"
"It's noon." Xunmei said, "The eldest young master just sent a letter. Should you read it now or after lunch?"
"Look now." Song Qinghuan immediately said, asking Xunmei to help her sit on the hot bed in the compartment, and then asked: "What's going on over there in Yiyan Pavilion?"
"Texue went to inquire. Maybe there will be news soon." Xunmei took the letter and put it on the Kang table. He also gave Song Qinghuan some tea and put a lamp on it.
Song Qinghuan cut open the letter with a knife and read Song Youyu's letter at a glance. The more he looked back, the more frightened he became.
I scanned it quickly, read it again carefully, and then burned the letter to ashes.
The dead horse pulled by Song Youyu on Liuzhu Street in Qian'er was not the one that followed Song Qinghuan to Hongfa Temple that day.
But he also found the horse that really died at the foot of Qianfo Mountain.
The real cause of death of the dead horse was poisoning, but the specific poisoning operation could not be determined.
Song Qinghuan thought about it in his mind, it was great that Song Youyu could handle the matter to this extent, but as for the poison in the horse, he still had to make a trip on his own.
Originally, I wanted to keep the injury on my foot for a few more days, but now I'm afraid it won't work anymore. Just as he called Xunmei to get paper and pen to take medicine according to the prescription she dictated, Taxue also returned.
It wasn't until Xunmei had written down the recipe and confirmed it was correct that Taxue stepped forward.
"The prince met alone with the doctor who was treating Concubine Yao, but the two of them talked a lot, but no one knew about it, and they couldn't find out anything about it."
"However, an imperial physician was sent from the palace just now, and when he left, a young man who often followed the prince also left with the imperial physician.
