The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

Chapter 302 Meng Wanfeng Comes Out of the Mountain ([-])
Song Qingyue's identity is different now, and her attire is much more grand than in the past, especially the clothes she wore when she entered the palace were all cloud brocades.

Even though she still has to wear plain clothes recently, this brocade can still be woven extremely luxuriously.

Now the white silk on her body is woven with gold and silver alloy silk threads, and there are many large pearls sewn on it, which is quite heavy!

Hairstyles are also more particular than before. Song Qingyue now has to use a wig bag and a wig, and it takes a long time to comb her hair, which is very troublesome.

Although it is said that the parents are responsible for the body, hair and skin, don't you also open your face, trim your eyebrows, and cut your nails?Why are face hair, eyebrows, and nails not given by parents?
With such long hair, it takes a lot of time to wash it, and it will be dirty and smelly if you don't wash it.

There is no poor family that does not have lice and fleas, which is not conducive to the maintenance of personal hygiene, and it is not conducive to health.

There is no way, this is the way it is in this era, some rules are not yet ready to be broken.The relatively free, relaxed and happy life in the real world is bought by countless predecessors with their own flesh and blood.

Song Qingyue doesn't like bloody storms, and she doesn't want to use tragic methods to get a dismal result.There are still many things she wants to do, and most of the time, she can only endure and follow the current rules first.

After changing her clothes, she was just about to go out when she retracted her steps and turned her head to look at the rosewood paperweights on the table.

Song Qingyue hesitated for a moment, picked up the paperweight, and when the servant girl realized it in the future, she slapped her forehead hard with lightning speed.

"Ah!" She held her head, crying in pain.

The nuns and maids in the room and the hidden guards nearby were all shocked!

Zeng Maozhi was still in charge of her security work. Hearing the screams in the house, he immediately jumped in from the window to check the situation.

"what happened?"

Feng Qi also entered the room with a nervous expression.

"It's okay!" Song Qingyue stood up, covering her head, and said, "It's okay, I'm okay, I'm going to see Prince Jing's concubine later, I have to persuade her."

"Are you... a bitter trick?" Zeng Maozhi couldn't believe his eyes.

Song Qingyue nodded and asked Nanny: "Can you see the swelling?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Bai Momo nodded frantically, "Oh, oh my God! My little aunt, grandma, and ancestor! Don't do this next time! Your Highness will definitely be angry when he sees you tonight!" Bai Momo couldn't stop feeling distressed Nagging, he helped Song Qingyue out.

After entering the palace, Song Qingyue went straight to Concubine Hui's residence, picked up Meng Wanfeng, and took her to visit Li Zhen.

Although the guards didn't receive the order to let Prince Jing's concubine go, they saw that it was the eldest concubine and they automatically gave way.

After Meng Wanfeng came out of Concubine Hui's courtyard, looking at Song Qingyue's luxurious body and pearl jewelry all over her head, she didn't forget to say a few sarcastic words: "Miss Song is really beautiful now."

Song Qingyue just pretended not to hear it, the heroine Meng Wanfeng has this temperament, her mouth is a bit poisonous, but her heart is not bad.

What's more, her husband imprisoned her husband, and people are not allowed to say a few bad words. Isn't it inhumane?

Along the way, Meng Wanfeng was in a delicate mood, especially when she saw that the court ladies and eunuchs were extremely respectful to Song Qingyue, and some concubines in Li Da's harem saluted respectfully when they saw her, and retreated to the side.

As for the third girl of Song Dynasty, she changed her timid manner before, and when she passed by those concubines, she didn't even take a look.Full of momentum, as if she is the master of this harem.

Meng Wanfeng clearly remembered that the first time she saw Miss Song San, she was weak and pitiful like a little rabbit that was easily frightened.

Meng Wanfeng felt mixed feelings in his heart, and couldn't tell what it was like.

In fact, it is not difficult to imagine that a woman who can be loved and respected by a person like Li Zhao from the bottom of his heart, how could it be a weak and pitiful rabbit?

"Li Zhao...is he treating you well?" Meng Wanfeng suddenly asked when the two were on their way to the clan's residence.

"It's not bad so far." Song Qingyue replied with a calm expression, "I've only been married to him for the fourth year. Who knows what will happen next."

Meng Wanfeng sneered: "That's true."

Now that Song Qingyue wanted Meng Wanfeng to run the hospital well, she naturally had to choose something that made Meng Wanfeng feel comfortable and said, "Wan Feng, to be honest, I envy you. Prince Jing is devoted to you, thinking back then that even the concubine would Refused. There is also the princess Yunying, who was imprisoned in the clan mansion for half a year for refusing to accept her. I envy you so much. You are a couple for life. Everyone has their own luck and unluckiness. You can’t ask God to make perfect arrangements for you, can you?”

Meng Wanfeng lowered her head and sighed lightly: "The eldest princess is right."

She knew that after Prince Jing was defeated in the previous life, Prince Jing and his son were demoted to common people and sent to the Northeast to cultivate wasteland.

Knowing this, she married that man without hesitation.

She is not as good as others, and she can't beat Li Zhao and his son, so she admits defeat.

She even lost more convincingly than in her previous life.

Song San was right, she chose this path herself.

She got the best man in the world, how can God not ask her to pay a little price?

She has Ah Yang, her life is enough.

Whether it's wind or rain, she wants to walk with him.

This brighter mood didn't last long, and the moment Meng Wanfeng saw the high wall of the small courtyard, it instantly collapsed.

Seeing her like this, Song Qingyue immediately held Meng Wanfeng's hand and comforted her, "Wan Feng, come step by step, is it better than being in the well before?" She pointed to her forehead and said sadly, "Wan Feng Feng, I have tried my best this time! I have really tried my best! I begged my father for a long time!"

Meng Wanfeng looked closely, only to find that her swollen forehead was probably caused by kowtow, and the complaints that came to her mouth had to be swallowed back into her stomach.

After entering through the narrow door under the fence, I saw that the furnishings in the yard were pretty good, and the area wasn't too cramped. There was a lotus pond with a few plump koi in the pond, and there were some koi on the side. There are rockeries and pavilions, and a curved bridge spans them. If you don't know that this courtyard is a place where people are imprisoned, it is really a good place.

Meng Wanfeng wet her eyes, looked at the swelling on Song Qingyue's forehead, held Song Qingyue's hand and said, "Thank you very much, I will go back... I will give you some medicine to reduce swelling."

"No need!" Song Qingyue declined with a guilty conscience, "Go and see His Royal Highness. I begged His Majesty to let you meet once a month. In the future...you have done a good job at the hospital, and I will beg His Majesty again , strive to let him release His Royal Highness."

Tears fell from Meng Wanfeng's eyes like broken threads. She nodded her head a few times and said, "Thank you, really, thank you. If you...forget it."

"Tell me, it's okay!"

"Can you let me live here? I go to the hospital during the day and stay here at night, is that okay?" Meng Wanfeng begged.

"I'll ask! I'll ask His Majesty for permission! Well, don't cry, it's a good thing His Majesty is willing to give you a chance." She took out a handkerchief to wipe Meng Wanfeng's tears, "Go in, I Waiting for you outside."

Seeing Meng Wanfeng enter the room, Song Qingyue let out a long breath.

He came out through the narrow iron gate with the ink fan and Nanny Bai.

She was a villain... If Meng Wanfeng knew that the rifled cannon and the rifled gun were made by herself in the future, would she hate herself to death?
No more, Song Qingyue suddenly yawned—began to feel sleepy again.

Presumably Meng Wanfeng made good friends with herself at the beginning, but at the same time, she also tripped Li Zhao.

The life-and-death struggle can give Meng Wanfeng such an ending, it's already pretty good, isn't it?
Li Zhen was sleeping in the house.

He has been here for more than half a month.

For the past two weeks, servants have come in every day to add furniture or plant new flowers and trees in the garden.

Li Zhao was even afraid that he would be too boring, so he prepared a box of books for him.

But he was not in the mood to watch.

He didn't know why Li Zhao suddenly showed kindness, and he didn't have the time to think about it.

When it was dark at the bottom of the well all day long, I was groggy every day, but when I came here, the place was more open and I missed Wan Feng more and more.

He thought about her so much that he was going crazy, he couldn't sleep at night, so he could only catch up on sleep during the day.

After so many days, Li Yu and Meng Wanfeng finally met each other, Song Qingyue didn't know how to express their heartfelt feelings, and how the two of them fought fiercely, and she didn't want to hear about this corner.

During the time waiting outside, Song Qingyue kept thinking about Li Zhen's way out.

Speaking of which, this guy is also a general!

A good man wasted his life here, and 200 lives were wasted to guard him.From the perspective of the efficiency of social resource utilization, it would be better to kill Li Wei with one knife.

Song Qingyue shook her head and sighed.

An hour later, Meng Wanfeng finally came out with a blushing face.

Before she had time to comb her hair properly, Song Qingyue looked at her and said with a smile, "I just thought of something outside."

"what?"

"Would you like to persuade His Royal Highness to write down the experience of leading soldiers and fighting in these years and what you have learned in a book?"

Meng Wanfeng couldn't react, her body was limp and her mind was dizzy, she stared blankly at the bruise on Song Qingyue's forehead: "Why do you say that?"

"To be honest, it's been a bit difficult to release him in the past two years, but you have to find something for him to do, right?"

Meng Wanfeng was still stunned when he heard the words, and finally lowered his head and said slowly: "That's right... I also know that I can't be in a hurry."

A smile finally appeared on her miserable face, and she said shyly, "Please wait a little longer, I'll go in and tell him."

Song Qingyue nodded: "I have asked someone to prepare a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for His Highness."

"Thank you." Meng Wanfeng thanked again.

Later that day, when Song Qingyue came out of the place where Li Wei was being held, Mr. Luo, who was in charge of the palace, came and said that His Majesty wanted the eldest prince and concubine to have dinner together.

Song Qingyue nodded in response, and ordered Feng Qi to send Meng Wanfeng back to Concubine Hui properly.

Feng Qi has never had a good impression of Meng Wanfeng, and her attitude is respectful with a bit of impoliteness, Song Qingyue shook her head with a smile, sister Feng Qi always remembered Meng Wanfeng's sowing discord back then.

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Since King Su became the emperor, he was quite diligent. He slept in the imperial study room by himself for half a month, and tonight's dinner was also placed outside the imperial study room.

When Song Qingyue entered, Li Zhao was already inside.

He noticed the bruise on Song Qingyue's forehead at the first glance, and his face immediately smelled bad. He pulled her over to take a closer look, and asked in a bad tone: "How did you do it?"

Song Qingyue wanted to find an excuse to fool her, but seeing Li Zhao's eyes, under pressure, she could only tell the truth: "It's a bitter trick to convince Meng Wanfeng!"

Li Zhao clicked his tongue and was about to start scolding.

Song Qingyue didn't listen to Wang Ba's chanting, and her attitude suddenly became arrogant: "Why? Can't you? If you have the ability, you can persuade her to come out to do things! I would like to see if you have a better way! If you don't, just shut up!"

Li Zhao shrank his neck from Song Qingyue, turned his head to look at his father who was watching the show, and complained childishly: "Father! Look at her!"

The young couple didn't really quarrel, the emperor didn't bother to care about it, who hasn't been scolded by the lady back then?

snort!
Li Zhao pinched the tip of Song Qingyue's little nose and said bitterly, "You are really... a little liar now!"

Lin Wanfu, who was standing aside, was glared at by Wang Luen, he came back to his senses, and hurried out to find the imperial physician.

Li Zhao hugged her, lightly touched the bump on her forehead, and said distressedly, "Does it hurt?"

"It's all swollen, of course it hurts!" Song Qingyue tilted her head to avoid his hand, "Don't touch it!"

Li Zhao clicked his tongue and reprimanded him again: "You are really promising!"

"I knocked myself swollen, do you think I am willing? Isn't it for the father, for the court, for you!"

The emperor was trembling with laughter, and said: "Okay, let's eat quickly. The eldest daughter-in-law has made a contribution, what can I reward you for?"

Song Qingyue covered her forehead and muttered: "Hey, father, please stop teasing your daughter-in-law. It's just that my daughter-in-law is thinking about something outside the clan's mansion today."

"Tell me."

"I asked the servants of the clan's mansion to prepare a lot of paper and ink for Prince Jing's son, so that when he has nothing to do, he should try his best to write down his experience and experience in leading soldiers in battle."

When the emperor heard this, he nodded appreciatively: "People can be more honest when they have something to do."

Song Qingyue said again: "My daughter-in-law wants to ask you again."

The emperor clicked his tongue and said helplessly, "Say it!"

"Can you... can you tell Miss Meng to meet Prince Jing's son every ten days? It's like staying together for two days... At least it makes people look forward to it."

The emperor pondered, looked at Li Zhao, and asked, "Azhao, what do you think?"

Li Zhao looked at Song Qingyue, Song Qingyue blinked at him, Li Zhao turned her head, snorted unhappily, and at the same time pinched the soft flesh around her waist: "Once in half a month! Look at that girl from the Meng family." If she tries her best, let her go there a few more times! If she dares not to try her best, she won't let them meet."

The emperor nodded in agreement: "Just do what Ah Zhao said."

On the way back home, Song Qingyue leaned in Li Zhao's arms and sighed secretly, why did God let her marry Li Zhao?I'm afraid it's because she and Li Zhao are the same way in her bones, right?
very bad.

"Why are you sighing again?" Li Zhao scratched her nose, "You are not very old, you always sigh."

"I just feel that I'm too bad... I can't bear my conscience." Song Qingyue said angrily.

"Is there any conscience that can't live with it? Could it be that I have to let Prince Jing and his son go, so that your conscience can live with it?!"

"No..." Song Qingyue lowered her eyes, she was not so naive.

Politics is inherently cruel, and no one is right or wrong.

She knows.

After returning to the mansion, it was inevitable to call the imperial physician from the Wangfu Liang Medical Institute to come over and take a look.

Now that Imperial Physician Jiang is going to prepare for the gynecological hospital, the one in the Palace who is in charge of taking care of Song Qingyue has been replaced by an imperial physician surnamed Chu.

Imperial Physician Chu is also young, and when he learned that he could replace Imperial Physician Jiang to take care of the First Concubine, he was overjoyed. We all know that the First Imperial Concubine is generous, and the rewards given by the Eldest Prince are never Less, these two people almost always give back double copies.

During the one or two years when Physician Jiang took care of Song Qingyue, he saw that his family had changed into a big house, and the jewelry on Mrs. Jiang's head and the clothes on her body became more gorgeous.

Now that the opportunity to make a fortune fell to him, how could Imperial Physician Chu be unhappy.

(End of this chapter)