The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

Seeing her figure disappear in front of him, song Qingqing asked Liu in a soft voice: "Niang, Yingbao has gone out. What do you have in mind? Can you tell me?"

Liu's voice finally choked. Seeing her tears, song Qingshan felt extremely distressed. He took the handkerchief to wipe it for her, and said to himself, "it's all my fault. If I don't tell her, she won't be so depressed."

Song Qingqing was surprised: "what is the reason?"

A moment later, song Qingshan spit out two words: "curse!"

Song Qingqing's whole body froze there for a long time before she raised her lips and said, "this old lady of song is really cruel. She is not afraid of death. She even has to bury a thorn in my heart. Does she really think I will be afraid?"

Liu said in a dumb voice: "Qingqing, it's not about whether we are afraid or not. It's about Yingbao's current situation. Isn't it just because she said that? Otherwise, how can a good child suddenly have such a hidden disease? "

Song Qingqing said calmly: "Niang, Yingbao's hidden illness is only temporary. As for whether it will change with her growing up, it is still unknown. As a doctor, how can I let my own daughter fall into such a situation? I'm sure I'll try my best to cure her. As for the curse of the old witch, anyway, we've set up another ancestral temple now, so there's no need to worry about it. "

Liu Shi hears her to say so, the turbid gas between the heart and mouth this just dissipates, she deeply breathed an air way: "Qing Qing, I am just angry, why she all died, still want to add to block for us?"

It's really unexpected that old lady song would choose such a way to die. However, she didn't care. With her former ruthlessness, she shouldn't have saved her life. Now she ran out to make trouble. Fortunately, xuanyuansheng found master Guangzhi to rectify her name. Otherwise, she couldn't point out what rumors were spreading about her in the city.

She said with indifference: "my fate is up to me, but not her. Her curse will not work for me at all, and her mother doesn't have to worry about it. If you are really worried, then you should do a wedding for my brother and crescent moon quickly."

After listening to her words, Liu was in a much better mood. Her pale face was gradually colored with smile. She clapped her hands and said, "you're right. Zhili is old and old. It's time to do a happy event." Then he got up and went out.

She didn't eat for two days in a row. She didn't have any strength all over her body. She didn't stand still. As soon as her feet were soft, she fell to the ground.

Song Qingqing quickly reached out to help her. She felt dizzy and said, "Qingqing, my mother is hungry."

Outside came Xuanyuan Ying'er's joyful voice: "grandmother, here comes the sweet lotus leaf porridge."

When Liu's mood improved, his appetite became better, and he drank a big bowl in a row.

However, song Qingqing refused to let her drink any more. He told her in a soft voice, "I'm so weak that I'm not fit to eat. Even if I want to eat again, I have to bear it. I'll eat again in the evening. Do you understand?"

Liu said with guilt: "Qingqing, did your mother delay your business? I'm all right now. Why don't you go back to the wounded barracks and treat those soldiers? I heard from your father that the soldiers were badly injured. "

Before song could answer, Xuanyuan Ying'er asked anxiously, "mother, how is my adoptive father? I've had nightmares of blood all over him for days, but I'm worried. "

Listening to the little girl mention shangguanrui, song Qingqing's heart is a little bitter. He hasn't been treated in time because of his high fever and injury, and he hasn't come to his senses until now.

Seeing her silence, the little girl with an exquisite heart suddenly changed her color, she quickly said: "mother, I'll go to the wounded camp with you. I'm going to see my adoptive father."

Song Qing subconsciously blocked: "your adoptive father does not worry about his life. The wounded camp is not the place you can go. Please wait for news at home. If he wakes up, I will ask him to write to you in person."

"Really?" Xuanyuan Ying'er is still worried.

Knowing that she was a filial child, Song told her, "isn't my grandmother still ill? Do you have the heart to keep her busy with your little uncle's wedding? "

Xuanyuan Ying'er certainly didn't have the heart. She had to reluctantly promise: "mother, I'll listen to you and stay by my grandmother's side, but you must have someone tell me about my adoptive father."

Song Qing shook her soft fingers: "don't worry, when did your mother cheat you?" As soon as her voice fell, there was a loud noise outside. Then mother song ran in anxiously and said, "report back to the empress. The second master came anxiously and said that master Zimu was suddenly ill."

Song can't help but have a headache. It's really one after another. At the beginning, song Changyun was crying to take song Zimu away. Unexpectedly, it didn't take long for him to get sick.

Liu Shi and Xuanyuan Ying'er are also worried. They all love Zimu very much. They think it's a pity that the little guy has no father or mother. But there is a brother who is separated by thousands of miles. The brotherhood is cut off. Isn't it sad to think about it?

Song Changyun white face to carry the child into the house, according to reason, he is an uncle, should not go into the house, but the emergency, he also can't care about those empty ceremony.

Fortunately, he entered the warm Pavilion. After Song Qingqing cleaned up, he came to him.

When song Changyun saw song Qingqing, he almost knelt down in front of her: "Qingqing, look at what happened to Zi mu. I don't know what happened these days. The nurse fed him all the food and vomited it out. Seeing that his spirit was not good day by day, his little stomach was pounding, which scared me."

Song Zi had not seen song Qingqing for a long time. When he saw her, he felt extremely aggrieved. Holding his two little arms, he cried for her to hold him.

Song Qing stretched out his hand to hold him in his arms. He blinked a pair of dark eyes, and there were tears on his long eyelashes. He showed a brilliant smile to her. He was very attached to Song Qing. If it wasn't for his body, he would never cry like this.

When he didn't pay attention, she touched his little stomach. As expected, she could hear the sound of flatulence, and he frowned slightly, looking at the posture of crying again.

Song Qingqing stretched out his hand to help him knead his stomach, and raised his head to ask song Changyun, who was standing beside him and was uneasy: "what have you given him these days?"

Song Changyun seriously thought about it for a while and then replied: "I saw that he was too thin, so I asked the nurse to feed him some meat. I saw that he ate delicious food. Is it not because of this?"