Royal daughter-in-law

Chapter 553 Resurrection (3)
Jiang Yu and the servant girl were startled, then startled again, but they heard her say: "Where is the little grandson, take me there."

Jiang Yu's eyes widened: "Did you hear it all? You—" The woman in front of her probably understood everything, and she was suddenly terrified.

Yun Wanqin said loudly: "Aren't you just using the little emperor's grandson as a meat ticket? When the little emperor's grandson is gone, let alone the queen is fine, Lan Zhaoxun will definitely kill you. It's over too!"

Jiang Yu was stunned, still in shock.

Without further ado, Yun Wanqin stepped forward and raised her arms and slapped her face twice, poohing: "Things that can only release the thread, but can't collect the net! Don't take me there yet!" And turned to the maidservant Zi scolded: "You secretly go to Changqing Temple, go to my room, and bring a set of silver needles under my bed." This matter should not alarm people, let alone go to the Imperial Hospital to get medicine, fortunately Yao Guangyao sent it over That set of needles might come in handy.

Jiang Yu was beaten until her eyes were staring and her ears were ringing, but she came to her senses. Before she was drowning, she told her that she knew some medical skills. When she was in a hurry, she couldn't do anything.

After the maid ran towards Changqing Temple, Jiang Yu stumbled towards the East Palace.

Yun Wanqin quickly followed, and in the dark, followed Jiang Yu to the East Palace, arrived at Jiang Yu's bedroom, and went around to a small utility room in the back yard.

Trembling, Jiang Yu took out the key and opened the heavy door. The utility room was huge, with several floors. She panted, "It's inside." As she spoke, she opened a few curtains and went in.

The room was dark, and I didn't even dare to turn on a light. As soon as I entered, there was a damp, cold musty smell. Not to mention a sick baby locked up in it for a few days, even an adult couldn't stand it.

Yun Wanqin frowned, and after coming in for a long time, she didn't even hear the baby's cry, so she had a premonition for a second, and when she walked to the innermost room, she saw Jiang Yu holding a kerosene lamp, and then she heard Jiang Yu pointing to the baby. A dilapidated rattan cradle screamed softly: "Ah—he's dead—he's dead!"

With this shout, a black shadow rushed in at the door, and howled: "Xiao'er——Xiao'er!"

Jiang Yu was shocked, it was Lan Zhaoxun who sneaked into her place without knowing when, and even followed in!
Lan Zhaoxun insisted tonight that he wanted to take a look at his son first, but when he saw the maidservant faltering, with a strange expression on his face, his heart was shaking like a few loads of water, how could he be at ease, he couldn't care about anything else, and secretly hid in Emperor Liang's bedroom Outside.

Seeing Di Liang and Concubine Qin coming back, Lan Zhaoxun followed him in, but as soon as he came in, he saw his son dead, and immediately collapsed. The fear of Jiang Yu dissipated completely, and he didn't even have time to look at the corpse, so he went directly Desperately with Di Liang: "You give back my filial son, you give me back my filial son! I'm going to tell the crown prince—"

Jiang Yu was startled and frightened, Lan Zhaoxun scratched her paws a few times, her neck was covered with bloodstains, she gasped and said, "It's fine to die, don't you know that the Queen will replace the Crown Prince with your son!"

Lan Zhaoxun froze for a moment, then rushed forward and scratched.

It was just chaos, but there was a burst of shouting: "Shut up!"

The two women stopped crying for an instant, and saw that Yun Wanqin was already standing by the cradle, hugging the little grandson, her clean face was blue under the indoor lights.

The plump little grandson in Yun Wanqin's arms had a bruised face, her eyes and mouth were tightly closed, and there was a trace of dark red blood stains at the corner of her mouth.

When Lan Zhaoxun saw it, he was greatly shocked, and his heart died. He no longer had any hope of his son's survival, and no longer fought with Jiang Yu, crying: "Give it to me, give me the child!"

Yun Wanqin winked at Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu was afraid that Lan Shi would really go to hug the dead baby to complain, so she hugged Lan Zhaoxun from behind and covered her nose and mouth.

Yun Wanqin paused temporarily to touch the baby, her body temperature was cold, but some places were still warm, but her cheek was pressed against his nose, she couldn't even breathe in and out, and couldn't feel her pulse.

She swaddled the baby a little, and pressed her ear against the baby's chest.

"He, what happened to him? Is he dead?" Jiang Yu trembled.

Lan Zhaoxun exhausted all his strength and struggled away, but Yun Wanqin's voice was cold: "If you want to save the little grandson, don't talk nonsense, go get a pot of hot water first!" Said, laying the baby on his back Put it on the kang next to him, loosen his collar and belt one by one, take the small pillow in the cradle, and put it under his head so that he can breathe easily, then leaned down, and pressed it against the little Huangsun's cold lips .

Lan Zhaoxun was startled, and frantically went outside to look for water, and when he came back with the hot water, he saw Yun Wanqin bent over, hanging on the baby's body, sucking/sucking his son's lips gently, Zhenji: "What are you doing? Xiaoer, is Xiaoer dead?"

Yun Wanqin didn't pay attention to it, and tried her best to suck for a while, only to feel a puff of pus-cold liquid in her mouth, and turned around to spit it out on the ground.

Jiang Yu saw that it was a mouthful of baby's sputum, and she was quite disgusted, but Yun Wanqin just picked up the teapot, took a few sips of water, cleared her mouth, and spit it out again.

Yun Wanqin sucked on the little Huangsun's mouth for a while, and there was no thick phlegm anymore, she was relieved, after a while, she felt for his pulse again, and there was already a sound, her hand slipped, and the baby's little finger was touching her , a movement, although very subtle, but felt.

She immediately took another sip of water, mouth to mouth, and fed it into his mouth bit by bit.

Slowly, the little Huangsun's lips would squirm automatically, and with a blink of his eyelids, the bruise on his face receded a bit.

"Ah—my Xiaoer is alive? Is he alive?" Lan Zhaoxun yelled, looking at Yun Wanqin in disbelief as if watching a ghost.

Although he was conscious, his breath was still weak.

Yun Wanqin's expression didn't relax, at this moment, Jiang Yu's maidservant had come back with a needle bag, seeing the little emperor's grandson, she was so frightened that she almost cried.

She stood up and turned around: "What are the symptoms of the little emperor's grandson these days?"

The maid sobbed: "It's just a cough, it's so bad that my voice is hoarse...but I haven't coughed since last night..."

Lan Zhaoxun gave Jiang Yu a hard look, covered his face and began to cry again: "The weather changed a few days ago, Xiaoer blew a bit of wind, and it was a bit chilly."

Yun Wanqin took out the three-edged needle from the acupuncture bag.

Lan Zhaoxun's face turned pale, and he rushed forward, but watched her move just now, allowing his son to breathe, and didn't dare to stop him, just looked at her in horror.

Cold, cough, that's right.

Just now, I saw bloodshot eyes on the corner of Xiao Huangsun’s mouth, and I couldn’t get out the pulse, but there were some murmurs when I heard the heart sound, and what the maid said, it’s likely that the wind and cold were severe, the lungs were infected, the cough was severe, and there was no sound. People take care of it at any time, and the sputum flows back into the throat, causing shock.

Baby cough is a common disease, and I don't know whether it is Jiang Yu's luck or the little emperor's grandson should have died. Yao Guangyao told her about this case at the very beginning, and he also described it several times in the notes and medical scriptures sent to her. kind of solution.

(End of this chapter)