Chapter Thirty-ninth Cursed Muppet Accident Thin Paper
"Miss... Do you want Madam to know about this?" Zhiyuan looked around nervously, fearing that Mo Xiang and Mei Hong would come over and take a look now.
"No. Don't make any noise for now. I've long been tired of seeing this little trick." Wan Qing took the doll and walked back into the house, threw it into the burning stove, and watched it turn into ashes.
The jumping firelight flickered in her eyes, but her heart became colder.
In this life, there is no escape... Once you start, you will eventually have to fight.
However, since we are going to fight, we have to settle some accounts slowly...
"Miss, the tea is here." Mei Hong saw that Wan Qing's face was a little gloomy, so she couldn't help but opened her mouth to interrupt Wan Qing's thoughts. Wan Qing was not annoyed, so she reached out to take it, took a sip, and then opened her mouth quietly.
"Mo Xiang, Mei Hong. How am I treating you?"
Mo Xiang and Mei Hong knelt down suddenly. Frankly speaking, this young lady had been very protective of them since she first came here, and she never scolded them harshly or whipped them. No one would believe them even if they told her.
"Then." Wan Qing gently put down the tea cup and made a slight sound, "No matter who you are in the future, they will answer according to what I said. You only listen to my instructions."
Mo Xiang and Mei Hong looked at each other, seeming a little panicked. Mei Hong boldly spoke, "Then Master and Madam..."
"Of course you can do whatever they ask. But... there are some things I don't want them to know. Just keep it secret. Don't worry, these things will be beneficial to the Zuofu." After Wan Qing finished speaking, he looked at them.
Eyes, what she wants now is confidants, and except for Zhi Yuan and Jiang Zizhen, she has no one she can fully control.
Mo Xiang and Mei Hong spent a long time with her, so they had to focus on her heart.
The two people kneeling on the ground hesitated for a moment, then finally gritted their teeth and nodded.
Before the three of them could say anything else, an extremely panicked sound came from the direction of the lobby.
"Mo Xiang, please go and see what happened." Before Wan Qing finished speaking, Huamei had already rushed over and said that the master suddenly vomited blood and passed out in the court hall. Now his life or death is uncertain. He is in the imperial hospital. Please ask Mrs. Zuo.
Entering the palace with Wan Qing.
Wan Qing trembled all over, how could this be possible! Obviously nothing unusual has happened in the past few days!
Mother and daughter entered the palace in a hurry. When Mrs. Zuo saw the blood on the ground, her face turned pale. She relied on Wan Qing's support and the support of the wall to keep herself from falling. She was breathing heavily to calm down her mood.
Wan Qing left Huamei and Mo Xiang beside Mrs. Zuo, "Mother, please rest first. Wan Qing goes in to see dad."
In order to prevent Mrs. Zuo from fainting, Wan Qing opened the curtain and walked in without waiting for her answer.
The aroma of the medicine that rushed into her nose made Wan Qing frown involuntarily. Doctor Su was already sweating profusely. Seeing that it was Wan Qing, she didn't call anyone out and concentrated on writing the prescription.
"Qingquan, go back home immediately. Don't move anything." Wan Qing whispered to Qingquan, carefully avoiding the pharmacopoeias scattered on the ground.
Zuo Jian's face was now green, as if he had just stopped vomiting blood, and he was so weak that he fell asleep. The bloodshot eyes at the corners of his mouth were still there and he had no time to wipe them off.
Prime Minister Zuo seemed to have never survived this time in his previous life? No...it should have been postponed for a long time...what exactly went wrong...
Just when Wan Qing was thinking wildly, a gust of breeze flashed around her, and before Wan Qing could raise her hand, a thin piece of paper was stuffed into her arms.
"Cough..." A suppressed cough came from the window, and then turned into a more violent movement.
Wan Qing was startled, turned around and rushed out, but she didn't see even a single figure. She asked the palace attendants to ask, but they also said they didn't see him. Unconsciously, and taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Wan Qing took out the tissue paper.
, there are only three words on it, saffron.
Saffron? This is not used for…
Wan Qing's face was murmuring, and she put the tissue paper back into her arms. Suddenly thinking of what happened just now, her ears suddenly turned red.
He coughed awkwardly and hurried back to the house.
At this time, Mrs. Zuo had calmed down and was serving Zuo Jian gently.
One stick of incense, two sticks of incense... Seeing that it was getting late, Zuo Jian's expression gradually recovered, and he was not as scary as when he first met.
Emperor Chu also sat in the Imperial Hospital for a long time in the afternoon. Seeing that Zuo Jian's condition was stabilizing, he gave the order to go back to the imperial study. Mother and daughter were made an exception to stay.
"Mother, please rest for a while. Wan'er is here." Seeing Madam Zuo's tired look, Wan Qing took off her cloak and put it on Madam Zuo, letting her rest for a while.
Mrs. Zuo patted Wan Qing's hand, opened and closed her pale lips that were almost the same as Zuo Jian's pale face a few times, finally nodded at Wan Qing's insistence, leaned against the edge of the bed and closed her eyes.
Except for the muffled chatter of several imperial doctors and the sound of flipping through the pharmacopoeia, there was silence for a while.
"Wan'er..." Hearing Zuo Jian's voice, Wan Qing, who had just sat down, suddenly stood up and ran to the bed. Before Wan Qing could respond, her body was already covered in blood.
"Doctor Su! Dr. Su!" Wan Qing shouted in panic, ignoring the stains on her body.
Zuo Jian originally stood up and leaned forward to say something to Wan Qing. He lost strength due to vomiting blood and fell down. Wan Qing was in a hurry and sprained his foot, but in order to
Zuo Jian couldn't let go without falling down, and suddenly he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.
Although Mrs. Zuo woke up with a start, seeing Wan Qing and Zuo Jian covered in blood and vomiting blood, she lost all strength and suddenly fainted.
The extremely young imperial physician quickly helped Zuo Jian to bed, and then took Mrs. Zuo to another temporarily opened room to rest.
Wan Qing swallowed and couldn't help but feel afraid.
While Dr. Su and the others were making another diagnosis, Wan Qing walked outside the house to rest for a while.
"Is everything okay..." A slightly hoarse voice sounded in front of Wan Qing, handing over a set of clean palace clothes.
Chu Luchen, who was wearing night clothes, touched his nose awkwardly. He seemed to have touched something he shouldn't have touched this afternoon... I hope it wasn't exposed...
"Thank you, Second Prince. But this saffron..." Wan Qing wanted to ask further, but she had to give up when she heard rapid footsteps at the door, and Chu Luchen also ran out in a hurry.
Seeing Emperor Chu coming, Wan Qing hurriedly gave Zhiyuan his palace clothes and hurriedly faced the emperor.
"What's wrong with Zuo Aiqing?" Emperor Chu spared Wan Qing's courtesy and strode to find Dr. Su. Seeing Dr. Su shaking his head repeatedly, his face was extremely anxious.
Wan Qing gritted his teeth and now had no choice but to call Ji Yufan to see if he could save Zuo Jian.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Wan Qing hurriedly knelt down and said, "I beg the Emperor to allow Wan Qing to return to the palace. I have collected some detoxification methods and want to show them to Dr. Su. I hope they will be useful."