"Kong Youyou! Why don't you hurry up and help me take a look?" Sang Yu yelled angrily when she saw that Kong Youyou hadn't stepped forward to check her pulse, "Haha, good luck to you, your Majesty." Kong Youyou forced herself to laugh dryly and put her hand in fear.
Shang Qingyan's pulse. In just a blink of an eye, Kong Youyou's face darkened instantly. "Who is it? So cruel?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong with your empress?" Sang Yu looked at Kong Youyou, who was completely dark and sullen, and tears started to flow down her face.
Qingyan retracted her hand, looked at Kong Youyou quietly, smiled slightly, and shook her head gently. She had studied medical skills for six years, and was quite talented in medical skills. Even she herself
I felt helpless and had a hopeless voice. What's more, I was just a small imperial doctor. The reason why I didn't stop Sang Yu from finding the imperial doctor was just because I didn't want to believe it at the bottom of my heart. I hoped that I was misdiagnosed, but unfortunately it didn't work out as I wished.
"Ugh...it's all Sang Yu's fault. Sang Yu shouldn't have left my mother's side. It's all Sang Yu's fault." Looking at the communication between the two, Sang Yu knelt down on the bed with a plop.
Bian was lying on the quilt crying, his whole body shaking slightly.
"Comfort her." Qingyan gestured to Kong Youyou, "Come on, stop crying. Your mother-in-law just lost her voice. At least she is still alive. Why are you crying so hard?" Kong Youyou pushed her gently.
Sang Yu comforted her helplessly, but there was a deep apology in her eyes as she looked at Qingyan, with a slightly unclear meaning.
"Mother, it's better to eat liquid food these days. This symptom is not necessarily hopeless. You can go to Xianxia Mountain and try your luck to find an old man over fifty years old. Maybe you can still save it." Kong Youyou seemed to think of something,
He said with a look of surprise.
When the crying Sang Yu heard this, he immediately wiped away his tears. "Where is Xianxia Mountain? I'll go."
Qingyan looked at Sang Yu's determined face and felt something.
"No need." Qingyan shook her head and gestured to Kong Youyou. "You guys go down first. I'll stay alone for a while." Regardless of whether they understood or not, she directly pulled the quilt and lay down on her side.
The two looked at each other, Sang Yu adjusted Qingyan's quilt with tears in her eyes, and followed Kong Youyou to retreat.
Listening to the distant footsteps, Qingyan turned around, her face already wet with tears. Xianxia Mountain, she came from Xianxia Mountain. Now, is it time to go back? She regrets so much, regrets why she did it in the first place
Why did she have to turn into an ugly face, why did she enter the wrong room, why did she agree to Mu Chen's unreasonable escort request, why did she like Mu Chen who called her "wife", why did she marry into the palace, why...why...all of this is why.
Now, her heart has been scarred and exhausted.
She put on a crescent white dress, tied a white silk ribbon around her waist, casually tied up her scattered green silk hair with a gorgeous hairpin, and took out a jade flute from the box. She turned over and arrived at Fenghuang.
On the glazed tiles of the Yi Palace.
It's not dark yet, and the sunset is so beautiful and fiery that it dyes half of the sky red.
Just quietly leaning on the glazed tiles, listening to the sound of the breeze. Qingyan put the jade flute to her mouth. A wisp of clear sound slowly floated into the air, echoing in the slightly cold air.
Come on.
The sound of the flute turns into the swift and unrestrained cool wind, into the free-floating clouds, into the cool and sweet drizzle, into the clear and pure first snow... soaring in the sky and the earth as you please... pure and unrestrained, free and easy. It makes people feel as if they are flying.
My heart was intoxicated, and suddenly, the clear and elegant flute music turned into a desolate melody, and a wisp of desolate and quiet flute music slowly spread. It made people feel distressed.
When a piece of music that was originally elegant and elegant but then infinitely sad ended, a rich and mellow voice sounded, "What's wrong with you?"
Qingyan opened her eyes, and the jet-black strands of hair were flying in the breeze, sometimes sticking to his fair and crystal clear skin, and sometimes supporting his thin, slightly raised lips and narrow nose bridge.
, like the snow on the mountain, against the dim light, Ba Zhuo stood upright. And the eyes under the slender sword eyebrows, as clear and dazzling black pupils as obsidian, shone with a majestic and heroic aura, but at this moment they were filled with a strong