The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

Miaozhen looked at it carefully, then began to wonder: "is there a bead missing in the middle?"

The old man stroked his beard and nodded: "yes, when I left that year, I unloaded the bead of this jade pendant so that I could keep it as a keepsake and look for it in the future. It's just that there is a vast sea of people. How hard it is to find someone."

Miaozhen was in a trance. He always felt as if he had seen some imaginary beads in the pattern of jade pendant. A moment later, he woke up with a start. When his mother was dying, he really gave him a bead and repeatedly told him that it was an important keepsake.

Think of here, he subconsciously pinched the wrist, looking at the old man's eyes more complex.

"Lord Miaozhen? What's the matter with you? " The old man looked at his pale face with worry.

"It's OK. Maybe I'm busy with business these days. I'm just a little tired. Just go back and have a rest!" Then he went out in a hurry.

The old man didn't keep him until his back disappeared. Then he shook his head.

Miaozhen went home and found Hua Mingyue directly. Ning Mei said, "first, take back the secret guards who inquire about the news."

Hua Mingyue looked at him puzzled: "how? Why don't you help me find my son? "

Miaozhen's face flashed a struggle, he closed his eyes and said: "don't look for it, just say his son is dead!" With that, he got up and went to the inner room.

Hua Mingyue doesn't know where he is, but since he won't say it, she can't ask, so she has to suppress her deep doubts.

Song Qingqing's detoxification of Fengyu has achieved initial results. His wound has begun to heal slowly, but he is still not sober, which makes Yu Wenhao extremely worried.

Regardless of his body, he stayed by his side day and night. Until Song Qing came in with the decoction, he got up in a panic: "queen, are you here?"

Song Qing glanced at the food that had not been moved on the table and said, "general Yuwen didn't eat again?"

Yu Wenhao bit his cracked lip hard and explained in a dumb voice: "how can I eat like yu'er?"

Song Qingqing frowned and said, "it seems that general Yuwen doesn't really care about Prince Fengyu!"

Yu Wenhao retorted angrily: "queen, why do you say that? My heart to yu'er can be seen from the sun and the moon, and expressed by the blue sky. "

Song Qingqing's eyes fell on him, looked at his blue and white face, and said in a low voice, "if you really care about him, you should understand that in this world, you are the only dependence of the child. As long as you are good, you can protect him in the future. In case you die, how can he take revenge?"

Yu Wenhao's face was stiff. After a long time, he suddenly realized that he was ashamed and bit his teeth. He quickly went to the table and wolfed down the cold food into his mouth.

In his heart, the queen of Jinxi is right. As long as he can live in this world, he can protect yu'er from the wind and rain, and save his mother Fengyu, who is imprisoned in the dungeon by the new Fengyu king and does not know the life and death.

After Song Qingqing gave Fengyu the antidote, he saw his cracked lip and wiped it with a cotton swab that had been prepared for a long time. Maybe the pain startled him, and his eyebrows were twisted up.

Sensing his change, she called out in a low voice: "Prince Fengyu?"

Fengyu seems to hear the voice, eyelids want to difficult to open, but a strong but ruthless pull him, let him can't wake up, he wants to struggle, but the voice can't hear, he had to weak and fell into a deep sleep.

Song did not continue to shout. The reason was that he was diagnosed as very weak. The child was really pitiful. The poison lurked in his body for a long time. Even if he was not chased by King Fengyu, he could not live to be an adult.

She sighed helplessly and put Fengyu's arm back into the brocade quilt, which was about to turn and leave.

Yu Wenhao caught up with her and asked: "empress, how is Feng Yu's body?"

Song Qingqing didn't hide anything: "before, I was a little too optimistic. I always thought that he would recover soon after detoxification, but now it seems that his poison should be planted very early, and it's not so easy to clean it up."

Yu Wenhao's face twinkled with hatred and said: "it's all the blame for Yu Wenhong, the old man, who poisoned his own son. No wonder he died so miserably. It turned out that God was punishing him."

Song Qingqing didn't say anything. She didn't know much about the royal family of Fengyu Kingdom, so she couldn't say anything more.

Yuwenhao a moment later, suddenly aware of the impoliteness, he quickly bowed and begged: "please Jinxi queen must try her best to treat yu'er, please."

Song Qingqing nodded slowly: "as a doctor, I will go all out when I meet him."

At this time, not far away, a pretty girl came running. She cried happily: "mother, I'm back. My grandfather also gave me a present. It's a very delicate wooden sword. Have a look? "

Xuanyuan shadow with a smile on her small face, that touch of bright, like the sun suddenly lit up the hearts of others.

Yu Wen Hao stared at her for a moment, then hurriedly attached to the salute: "Yu Wen Hao met the princess's highness."

Xuan Yuan shadow son doubts of big eyes sweep to sweep on his body: "who are you?"

Song Qingqing said faintly: "he is the Yuwen General of Fengyu kingdom. Ying'er must not be rude."

"Yes Xuanyuan Ying'er answers cleverly, and then nods to Yu Wenhao, which helps Song Qing to leave quickly.

Yu Wen Hao's eyes are constantly shining. The royal highness of the Golden River really matches the phoenix feathers. If Feng Yu can sober up, perhaps he can really come together with this princess. When Feng Feng uses the power of Jinxi, why does he worry that he won't regain his throne?

Thinking of this, his heart rekindled hope, quickly back to Fengyu's room to take good care of him.

On the way back, Xuanyuan Ying'er carefully looks at Song Qingqing's face and asks, "mother, is the Yuwen general from Fengyu Kingdom just now?"

Song Qing nodded: "yes, when he was in trouble, he was just rescued by Miaozhen. Poor prince Fengyu. Even though he was respected, he was poisoned. It's still unknown whether he can be saved."

Xuanyuan Ying'er sympathized with him and said, "I'm so young that I suffered such a disaster. It's really a pity."

Song Qing raised his eyes and looked at her? What a deep feeling? "

Xuanyuan Ying'er shook his head: "mother, we are all royal children, but the fate is not the same, I am very happy, have dad hurt, mother dear, and the most lovely brother, and all the relatives, but he has nothing, it is really very poor."