Ten Miles of Red Makeup

Chapter 114
Yuan Qingwu stood in the snow, with a slight smile on her lips, and her maid of honor stepped forward, "Your Majesty, it's better to go back to the palace, it's easy to catch cold here."

Are you catching a cold?In Northern Qi, which year's winter is not covered with thick snow. "Bengong, I want to take a walk." It's been a long time since I walked in such a snow field, and I feel a little nostalgic.

The sedan chair was walking purposefully in the palace road, but her heart was floating unsteadily.

After getting off the sedan chair, she had already arrived at Shangyang Palace. Hong'er stretched out her slightly frozen hands to help Gu Qingcheng get off the sedan chair. It was just a very simple movement. In the imperial palace, she had to be supported by someone, like a doll holding strings , in this place that doesn't belong to her, everything about her is passive like that.

Standing up numbly, with weak footsteps, a stagger, the cold for half a month, coupled with the already weak body, could not resist the invasion of the severe cold after all, the crimson palace dress, against the white snow background, A dazzling light was drawn, and Gu Qingcheng fell down on the steps of Shangyang Palace.

"Niangniang..." Hong'er's flustered voice filled her ears, and Shangyang Palace was in a mess.

The air was deathly still, and the cool wind came in through the window cracks. The biting chill was like a machete, stirring in the heart, and the brocade red gauze fluttered gently in the hall. There was no sound, and there was no one in the entire empty hall.

Gu Qingcheng smiled miserably. When the corner of his mouth pulled out a smile, there was a sweet, glaring blood in his throat, and there were still some blood stains on the corner of his mouth.

At that time, Hong'er entered the hall softly, slipped her hand, and the crisp sound was extraordinarily loud in the empty hall.

"Your Majesty..." With a cry, she had already come to Gu Qingcheng's bedside, and the silk in her hand gently wiped the blood stains at the corners of Gu Qingcheng's mouth, and said softly: "My Lady, what's wrong? Fainted, now..." Hong'er stopped her voice in good time, looked down at the blood stains on the white blanket, and her expression became even more anxious.

Today's Shangyang Palace is not the original Furong Palace. She is no longer the beloved Queen of Furong. There are no imperial doctors who were crowded with people before, fearing that if they are not careful, their heads will fall to the ground and kneel all over the hall, waiting for Ning Yu's angry shout.

And in her dormitory, the quietness made her a little uncomfortable.

"Hong'er." With a weak voice, Gu Qingcheng spoke softly. The moment she opened her mouth, she realized that she was so weak that the voice buried in her throat was so dry that she couldn't speak.

"Your Majesty..." Hong'er's tears slid down, seeing her sincerely worried eyes, a feeling of indifference rose from her numb chest.

For a long time, no one cared about her like this.In this cold palace, no one gave her a look of concern, only awe, jealousy, or hatred.

With a squeak, a little palace maid hurried in and said to Hong'er: "My servant just went to invite the imperial doctor, but who knows, the people in the imperial hospital heard that Zhou Xiaoyi of Baizhi Palace had suffered from a cold, so they all went there. I heard that the emperor rushed over there too. The head of the Imperial Hospital went to the Empress Dowager's Cheng'an Palace, and the imperial physician who stayed at the Imperial Hospital excused that he had not learned enough medical skills, so he didn't dare to ask the empress for pulse. Why are people from the hospital so snobbish?" The little palace lady chattered as if she didn't realize that Gu Qingcheng had come to her senses.

Hong'er's complexion changed, and she hurriedly looked at Gu Qingcheng. The little palace maid realized the situation at this moment, her legs softened, and she said in horror, "Your Majesty, forgive me."

Zhou Xiaoyi, if I remember correctly, it should be Zhou Yimei.Now, the new darlings of the imperial palace, all of them have high-ranking methods, which can be said to be at their peak.

Gu Qingcheng shook his hand, and said in a calm voice: "No problem, today's Shangyang Palace is naturally not what it used to be."

"Niangniang..." Hong'er wanted to say something else, after all, Gu Qingcheng just vomited blood for no reason, so she must ask an imperial physician to take a pulse.

Gu Qingcheng originally wanted to send Hong'er out to rest quietly, but unexpectedly, his heart was aching all the time, as if he had a bad premonition, Gu Qingcheng hesitated, but said softly: "Master Qingmu, can you find it?"

Hong'er frowned, after thinking about it, she stretched her brows, and said: "Young maidservant, I'll look for it now." Standing up neatly, she turned her head and said to the little maid who just came in: "Shuang'er, take good care of your mother." Called Shuang'er The court lady nodded solemnly towards Hong'er.Hong'er's figure quickly disappeared from the palace.

After Hong'er left, Shuang'er saw the blood stains on the blanket, let out a low cry, realizing that something was wrong, and the remaining voice was drowned in her throat.

Carefully dealt with the glaring blood stains on the blanket, replaced it with a new blanket, and everything returned to its original cleanliness.

Time is passing by at the fingertips, the charcoal basin in the hall, the charcoal fire is crackling, and the crisp sound echoes clearly in the ears. Gu Qingcheng doesn't know what she is waiting for, or in other words, she is looking forward to wearing something.

After a long time, there was a slight movement outside the door, Hong'er's anxious voice was accompanied by the sound of the door opening: "Niang Niang." She shouted anxiously.

Aoki followed behind, dressed in casual clothes, his calm face, without a trace of extra emotion, through the thin layer of brocade red gauze, it seemed that the subtle changes of expression on his face could be seen clearly.

The title of Aoki Miracle Physician is definitely not in vain, just a simple glance, his complexion gradually changed, and he was about to speak in a startled voice, his eyes looked suspiciously at Hong'er and Shuang'er in the hall, stopped blurting out words, and said calmly: "I need hot water to drive away the cold, and I also need golden needles. Now go out to the palace to send someone to get them. You go out first." His face was still calm, but there was obvious anxiety in his words.

Hong'er responded immediately: "Yes."

Shuang'er also went out, at that time, Aoki hastily pushed aside the red gauze, and came forward with a quick step, feeling her pulse with both hands, there was no scholarly quiet aura, but a cold and stern look.

His cool fingertips touched Gu Qingcheng's pulse, which suddenly made Gu Qingcheng's heart feel cold.

Immediately afterwards, Aoki said: "You stopped using the medicine I gave you."

Not to ask, but to question.

The worry in her heart became a reality, and sure enough, her body will be so weak, which is really related to the medicine given by Aoki.

Gu Qingcheng spoke in a low voice, with a slightly weak voice: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from Mr. Aoki."

Aoki's face changed suddenly, his mouth opened and closed, and in Gu Qingcheng's weak but clear voice, he stopped what he was about to blurt out.

"Master Aoki gave you a chronic poison. As soon as you stop taking it, it will backfire and become highly poisonous. But if you continue to take it, the poison will invisibly invade the internal organs. At that time, it will be the time of my death." Gu Qingcheng had a strange look on his face, and when she truly said the words in Qingmu's heart, he couldn't help trembling.

(End of this chapter)