Devious emperor's gossip concubine

Shangguan Junlin said lightly, "get up and play the song I gave you last time."

"Yes."

The familiar melody sounded, and Shangguan Junlin slowly poured the wine into the mouth.

Explain?

Maybe he didn't make it obvious enough.

Duanrong palace.

Su Xiaoxiao stroked his increasingly painful forehead and noticed the wound on his hand. His eyebrows could not help but wrinkle slightly.

That's good. I can't even practice my words.

Looking at the blue cloud picture sent by Qian Yang on the table, Su Xiaoxiao only felt his head hurt more. The Taoist priest overestimates her savvy. What does he want to tell her through Qingyun map?

"When robbing, greed for life and death cannot escape, and good and evil must be rewarded in the end.

If you go with your heart, there will be a solution to the disaster.

After rolling back and forth several times, Su Xiaoxiao still felt that the idea of this monk was too complicated. How good it is to explain it directly. In case it's too late to understand, it's not an unjust death.

After a long time, Su Xiaoxiao found with a bitter smile that she was really a crow's mouth, but it was too late at that time.

"Miss?" the voice of dew outside the door sounded.

"Wait." Su Xiaoxiao put away the blue cloud picture on the case. After there was nothing different, he said, "come in."

Ning Lu pushed the door in and looked at the young lady sitting at the table looking at the book. She said mysteriously, "young lady, look at this."

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the medicine bottle on the table and frowned slightly.

"What are you doing?"

For the first time, Ning Lu felt that her young lady had a bad understanding. "Miss, the emperor specially sent someone to apply the medicine for her hand injury." if it wasn't for this bottle of medicine, she wouldn't look at the young lady's hand carefully, and she wouldn't find that the young lady's hand was injured.

Hand injury?

He found out after all.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't look at it either. He said faintly, "send it back."

"Miss, there's no saying that the emperor sent something back." Ning Lu said happily: "and the emperor can order someone to send it, which also shows that the emperor cares about Miss. Miss should be happy."

Must he be happy when he gives it?

Su Xiaoxiao still looked at the book in front of him and said indifferently, "my hand is all right. Take the medicine."

"Miss, what's wrong with your hand?! the wound doesn't look like a small wound at all!" Ning Lu refused to follow Su Xiaoxiao's words immediately.

"I said nothing, nothing. I'm hungry. Go and prepare lunch."

"... yes, I'll leave."

Ning Lu took the medicine bottle in her hand and withdrew depressed. Later, she thought about it, put the medicine in her hand on the table, and then quickly withdrew.

The people in the room still looked at the book quietly, and the medicine bottle on the table stood alone without anyone paying attention.

According to the records of herbal classics, Yeming flower is a holy medicine for healing and has the effect of bringing the dead back to life. Just a few words are no different from those passed on outside.

It's just that the appearance of the night flower is different from the appearance Liu wuhuai gave her. It looks like two completely different flowers. Willow will not give her an uncertain picture, but the book of herbal medicines in the palace is the essence of all the famous masters, and it is even more impossible to make mistakes.

But what's the matter with these two completely different flower shapes?

Are there many varieties of Yeming flower? Each variety looks different? Su Xiaoxiao stroked his forehead, as if something flashed in his mind.

Unconsciously, he turned to look at the medicine bottle on the table, and Su Xiaoxiao was stunned.

When she was in the library, Shangguan Junlin reminded her to borrow the herbal classics. Was it really just to help her know the assorted herb? Or is there another purpose at all?

In order to let her find the night flower, and then... Find the night flower, or test her, or never believe her at all?

Su Xiaoxiao slightly clenched the book in his hand, and a little self mockery flashed in his heart.

She doesn't want to believe in coincidence and can't afford it.

"Qiu'er."

Qiu'er's voice sounded outside the door, "what's your mother's command?"

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the wound in his hand and said indifferently, "go to the imperial hospital for the palace to find Doctor Wu to get a bottle of medicine. He said that the palace accidentally hurt his hand and wanted to find him to get some medicine."

"... yes." didn't the emperor order someone to deliver medicine? Why does the empress have to ask Wu Yuyi for help?

Lingran and Ninglu put down the prepared lunch. Ninglu secretly glanced at Su Xiaoxiao from time to time with some worry, hoping to see something wrong from her face.

If it were normal, Su Xiaoxiao would certainly ask what Ning Lu was thinking, but today is not normal.

"Eat."

"... oh."

After another moment, Ning Lu put the medicine on the table again. "Miss, this is the medicine qiu'er wanted from the Tai hospital." the bottle was not as good as the one sent by the emperor.

"Yes."

Seeing Su Xiaoxiao's careless answer, Ning Lu hesitated and said, "Miss, did you... Quarrel with the emperor?" in addition to this, she couldn't think of why she was fine this morning, but now she suddenly became like this.