The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

Song Qingqing nodded his head again and again, with a pair of innocent black and white eyes, which was hard to doubt.

Mammy Han ordered the bodyguard to go down to save people. When she dragged the maid of honor up, there was only gas left, but no gas left.

Seeing that the clothes wrapped around her were indeed damaged, mother Han's face flashed a chill: "this cheap girl made it by herself. She can't blame others. She sent it to Funing palace to see if she can live. It depends on her nature!"

Song Qingqing saw that the maid of honor was dragged away, and his eyes were full of frost. He said that she was cruel or ruthless. If people don't offend me, I will not offend. If people offend me, I will hurt people!

It was getting dark, but the clothes in front of song did not decrease much. The continuous supply of clothes made her think that it was changing day in the palace?

There was a grunt from her stomach. She was hungry and her chest was close to her back.

With a voice came: "dinner!" She threw away the clothes in her hand, and even the foam on it was not rubbed. She put two pairs of clothes directly on her clothes and ran away.

Mother Han was looking at them with a overcast face. A mother shared the food with them and cried out from time to time: "don't rob, or you'll whip!"

The crowd shrunk for a moment, and they all went to line up carefully, not daring to fight forward.

Song Qingqing stood in the line, looking forward to the fact that people are iron and rice is steel. She didn't have to be hungry. In this difficult situation, she also knew this truth deeply. As long as she could eat enough, everything else would be easy to say,

Finally, it was her turn. She just reached out to serve the meal, but she was stopped.

Mother Han stared at her like a snake letter and asked, "have you finished washing all your clothes?"

Song Qingqing frowned and answered calmly, "no!"

Mother Han immediately sneered and snatched the food from her hand. She said in a Yin voice, "do you think I'm farting? When the wind blows, it's gone? I don't mean to tell you that if you don't finish washing, you can't eat. Go back and wash! "

Seeing the duck fly, song Qingqing's heart is choked by Titus. She knows that she can't argue at this time. In full view of the public, the old woman will feel very shameless. She has to stay here for a few days, so she must get rid of the old woman first.

In silence, she went back to the place where she washed her clothes and continued to work slowly.

Mammy Han thought that she would continue to make a scene. At that time, she just set an example to others and taught her a good lesson, but unexpectedly, she went back to wash clothes obediently, which made her a little surprised.

Song Qingqing watched the crowd disperse and thought about how to deal with the old woman.

She suddenly remembered that when she went to the old woman's room with her, there was a strong smell of medicine. It seemed that the old woman was suffering from a secret disease.

Think of her pale face, irritable temper, I'm afraid it should be a deficiency of both qi and blood.

Thinking of this, she quickly walked to mother Han's room.

Mammy Han suddenly saw her, her face sank, her cold eyes staring at her like a sharp arrow.

"What? Have you come here to find a whip? " Han Ma stretched out her hand to pull down the whip hanging on the wall and approached Song Qing step by step.

Song Qingqing had no fear at all. She just asked casually, "Mammy, do you feel dizzy and weak for days, or even feel chest tightness in the middle of the night?"

Mammy Han was shocked to see the little girl in front of her. How could she know her illness? And it's extremely accurate?

Seeing the old woman's expression, song felt that he had guessed half right.

Mother Han frowned at her and said in a deep voice, "don't try to make a mystery. Where did you get it from?"

Song Qingqing narrowed his eyes and laughed: "Mammy, what you have is such a private disease. Even if I go to inquire, how can someone know?"

Mother Han's face turned pale, and she squeezed the whip in her hand subconsciously.

Song Qingqing came up to her and gently grasped her cold fingers: "Mammy, it's not shameful to get sick. The most important thing is to find the right doctor to take care of it. The medicine in your room is full of flavor. You must have drunk a lot of herbs, right? What about? Have you adjusted your body well? "

Mother Han bit her lip and asked for a long time, "do you know medical theory?"

Song Qingqing nodded his head and said in a low voice: "I think you look wrong from the moment I saw Mammy. I think you have a secret disease!"

Mother Han glared at her, reached out and touched her face and said, "I'm so obvious?"

"Why didn't mammy take the medicine? But the doctor didn't see the right way? " Song Qingqing asks her curiously.

Mother Han dropped her eyes and said, "how can a slave like us go to see a doctor? It's almost as hard as heaven to get out of the palace. The imperial doctor is not qualified to invite him. What I take is only some earth medicine. I'll make it myself."

Song Qingqing suddenly realized that no wonder the medicine she smelled was not right. When she said that, she could think it through.

Mother Han's eyes fell on Song Qingqing's small face again and asked, "do you know medical theory?"

Song Qingqing's mind changed sharply. She thought she was not a good person. Now she is in danger of falling into the Jiesi hall. As long as she can let mother Han stand on her side, she will suffer less. Therefore, it is the best way to treat the old woman.

Mammy Han is beating a drum in her heart. She has been an old man in this palace for so many years. She is used to seeing faces and recognizing people. But the only one in front of her is Miss Song San, but she can't figure it out. She even has a little fear in her heart.

The short silence is a contest between the two people's mentality. If they speak first, they will fall into the disadvantage.

After all, Mammy Han was eager to survive. She said anxiously, "since you can tell my symptoms, there must be a way to treat them. Let's talk about it. What conditions do you have?"

Song Qingqing sat opposite her with his shoulders in his arms and said slowly, "I want to suffer less in this Jiesi hall. Can mammy do it?"

Mother Han frowned and said, "it's not difficult. You can't just ask for it, can you?"

Song tilted his lips and said with a smile: "mammy is really a smart person. You know that I offended people when I entered the Jiesi hall. There must be people coming to me for trouble. My condition is that mammy can help me when those people come. Can you do that?"

Mammy Han looked up and down at her, a strange color flashed on her thin face. She pondered for a long time and then said, "it depends on who is troubling you. My old lady can be in the prestige of the Jiesi hall at most. There are many golden lords in this huge palace. I can't afford to offend them!"