After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 323 Song Huai's Purse

What Shen Qianzhao said, Song Huai and Zhou Yan actually knew that there was no better way right now.

Zhou Yan glanced at Song Huai, and said in a deep voice, "I'll go out first, you guys talk."

As he spoke, Zhou Yan stepped out of the room, leaving Song Huai and Shen Qianzhao behind.

If there is no better way, then what is in front of you right now is the best way.

After Zhou Yan left, Shen Qianzhao still wanted to say something to persuade Song Huai to deepen his trust in his medical skills.

But before she could open her mouth, Song Huai raised her hand and pulled her hand holding her clothes, turned around and looked at her, her generous hand grasped the little girl's soft and cold hand, and the corners of her lips were hooked. With a faint smile, "I believe you."

Shen Qianzhao was slightly taken aback, and the moment he lowered his eyes to look at his hands, he saw the purse tied around Song Huai's waist, and suddenly smiled, and asked softly, "Then how can we convince those people outside?"

After all, those people outside really disagree with the method of using holly to detoxify.

Hearing the little girl's concerns, Song Huai held Shen Qianzhao's hand and said, "I can decide this matter with Zhou Yan privately, and I don't need to listen to other people's opinions."

Those people, on weekdays, have never seen any sincerity towards the Du Lord.

Behind the so-called concern, there are many hidden and unknown thoughts.

Seeing what Song Huai said, Shen Qianzhao felt relieved, remembering the matter of Imperial Physician Liang getting angry just now, and said, "I will talk to Imperial Physician Liang when I go back, it is best to send Governor Song to the palace to take care of him."

Although the palace cannot guarantee safety, at least, it is much better than facing unknown enemies in the East Factory.

Song Huai: "Well, it's good to talk to me when the time is decided."

Shen Qianzhao gently hooked the purse on Gou Songhuai's waist with his fingertips. He was probably the only one in the East Factory who had hung the purse, so he couldn't help sighing, "Fortunately, I didn't embroider mandarin ducks to play in the water."

Originally, she wanted to embroider, but she was afraid that Song Huai would be too eye-catching, so she changed to other embroidery.

Song Huai followed Shen Qianzhao's gaze and looked at the purse tied around his waist, "Why don't you embroider it?"

Of course he knew what it meant for a mandarin duck to play in the water, why did he embroider it on the side?
Shen Qianzhao pointed to Song Huai's rigorous and meticulous Dongchang costumes, and said softly, "Let others see that the guard of Dongchang is wearing a purse for playing with mandarin ducks, how eye-catching."

Song Huai rubbed the little girl's head with his palm, "It's still you who are thoughtful."

But in fact, no matter whether the embroidery is an eagle or a mandarin duck, he likes it all.

Shen Qianzhao's beautiful eyes blinked smartly, "If you like it, I'll embroider you a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water later, and put it on the bedside without taking it out."

In fact, she seldom fiddles with these things on weekdays, but if it is given to Song Huai, her interest will rise.

The corners of Song Huai's mouth were slightly curved, embroidering a purse was a lot of work, and he knew the little girl's desire to embroider a purse for him, so he was happy, "In the future, I like this one very much now."

Shen Qianzhao nodded with a smile, "Okay."

The end of the new year is approaching, and every household in the capital is starting to make arrangements.

Although more than half of the people in Dongchang disagreed, Song Yu was secretly escorted into the palace and treated by Liang Taiyi.

Song Huai and Zhou Yan also took turns entering the palace every day to guard.

On the day when Song Yu was fed with holly, everyone was sweating nervously. Shen Qianzhao followed Imperial Physician Liang and guarded Song Yu all night for fear of accidents. It was not until the next day that the poison finally stabilized in Song Yu's body. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

It will take about ten days for Dongqing to eat away the strange poison in Song Yu's body, and then remove Dongqing after the toxin is completely eliminated.

It's just that it can't be before the Chinese New Year.

The palace is also busy. Every year, the New Year's Eve banquet in the palace is extremely grand. After all, most of the concubines in the harem are looking forward to being able to dress up on this day, or to show off their talents and attract Emperor Yongjia's attention. Pay attention, and thus gain favor.

Caiqiu entered the hall with several sets of newly made clothes. Seeing Shen Qianzhao sitting in front of the mirror dressing up, she smiled and said, "Your Highness, take a look, which one do you want to wear on New Year's Eve tomorrow?"

As she said that, she put the few clothes for Song Huai aside, and laid out the new clothes of her master.

One set of water red, two sets of water blue, and two sets of yellow and white. The embroidery is exquisite, and one is more beautiful than the other.

Shen Qianzhao's fingertips slid across the dress one by one, and finally landed on the water-red dress, the corner of his mouth curled up, "That's it."

Song Huai will probably guard Song Yu at the Imperial Hospital tomorrow.

In fact, since she came back, she seldom wears red clothes, and every time she puts on red clothes, she will think of the scene in her previous life.

She had always wanted to wear that wedding dress for Song Huai, but Song Huai had never seen her until she died.

She has always known that she probably looks good in red.

Since she could do it all over again, she wanted to wear it, and she didn't want to keep any regrets.

Caiqiu smiled and picked out a set of white robes with red collars from the few robes next to her, and shook them in front of Shen Qianzhao, "Your maidservant is going out of the palace to deliver new clothes to Mr. Song, and I must tell Mr. Song Wear it tomorrow."

I can't wear that heavy clothes anymore.

As long as Mr. Song puts on this suit, is it right to stand there with the master tomorrow?
Shen Qianzhao's eyes fell on the robe, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

When she smiled, Caiqiu knew it, and the master really liked it.

On New Year's Eve, Shen Qianzhao got up early to dress up. As soon as she put on new clothes, Shen Qianrong came with cakes.

Every year, Shen Qianrong would send the cakes he made to various places early on this day.

That is, one for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, one for Emperor Yongjia, one for Shen Qianzhao, and one for Prince Qi's Mansion outside the palace.

Shen Qianzhao was curious as he ate the salty and crispy pastry, "Sister Huang, can you send someone to deliver it to Uncle Qi?"

Shen Qianrong was slightly taken aback, but he didn't come back to his senses for a while, his face was weird for a moment, and he nodded after a long while, "Send it."

Shen Qianzhao bent his lips and smiled.

Shen Qianrong lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

After eating a small plate of pastries, Shen Qianzhao shook Shen Qianrong's arm and said softly, "Miss Huang, I want to make some pastries as gifts, can you teach me?"

She has never made pastries, and tonight on New Year's Eve, she also wants to make some by herself.

Shen Qianrong blinked, "Zhao Zhao, who do you want to give it to?"

If it's cakes, it's obviously not the emperor and His Royal Highness the crown prince.

Shen Qianzhao smiled and said, "Give it to Ann and them."

On New Year's Eve, the emperor will call the servants in the palace to give food to various families in the capital. There are only a dozen or so families who come back and forth every year.

Once the pastry is ready, just send it along with it.

Shen Qianrong understood in her heart that Zhao Zhao and the others had always been on good terms, so she smiled and nodded, "Okay."

(End of this chapter)