The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

In the past, she would have believed Song Ying's words, but now it's different. She knows their plot, so she will never believe it again. But even if she doesn't believe it, she must find a way to send Song Ying out. She wants to escape. Song Qingqing's medical skills are the most powerful in the world. Only when she is found can she survive.

Thinking of this, song Yihuan forced to close her eyes. On the surface, she listened to Song Ying's words and calmed down. But in her mind, she was thinking about how to get rid of her control.

Seeing that she was quiet, Song Ying wiped her forehead and said in a cold sweat, "now that the king is not in the post house, don't make any trouble. If someone listens to her, our plan will be ruined."

Song Yihuan has a sneer on her face. This snake and scorpion woman is planning for her life. It's damned!

She clenched her lip and said, "aunt, I'm hungry. I want to drink your own sweet porridge. It's better to put more roses. I know you're the best to drink, right?"

Song Ying's eyebrow flashed disgust, subconsciously refused: "silly girl, aunt should guard you, no time to go to the kitchen to make sweet porridge for you, it's better to arrange a small servant girl, let them go to the kitchen to do it for you."

"I don't know!" Song Yihuan stubbornly glared at her and complained: "you keep saying that you hurt me, but why don't you even make sweet porridge for me? Or you don't care about me at all, you're just fooling me? "

Song Ying sank her face: "you can't arrange aunts like this. In this world, no one loves you more than aunts."

Song Yihuan sadly pursed his lips and questioned in his heart, didn't he? Is it really hurt me, or really hurt me? She was also smart. Although she thought that way, she didn't dare to ask. She knew that it was not the time to split her face, so she could only continue to deal with her.

She lowered her eyes and said, "aunt, if you really hurt me, would you like to cook a bowl of sweet porridge for me?"

Song Ying looked at her in a daze and nodded helplessly for a long time: "OK, I'll cook sweet porridge for you now, but you promise to wait for me to come back!"

Song Yihuan's eyes were full of bright looks. She rarely pulled out a smile: "thank you, aunt. I will be good. Besides, where can I go now?"

Song Ying thought about it, so she got rid of her worries, turned around and walked out quickly.

As she left, the room became quiet. Song Yihuan gritted her teeth and struggled to sit up. She reached out and took a thick cloak to cover her body. In order to survive, she had to escape anyway and could not delay any longer.

The sun shines on her through the window lattice, but she can't feel the warmth at all, only the deep cold makes her shiver. She doesn't know what's wrong with her body, but she knows that she is going to die.

At the thought of death, she pinched her fingers subconsciously. Her cold sweat came out one layer after another, but she didn't care. She got up and staggered out.

She had not walked for several months. When she stepped on her first foot, she almost fell to the ground, because her legs were so soft that she could hardly stand.

"Song Yihuan, this is your only chance. Do you really want to die in the hands of Song Ying?" As she cheered herself up, she slowly moved the table over.

When she finally moved to the door, she was sad to find that she couldn't escape because she couldn't walk, her stomach was bulging more and more, and she felt like falling and breaking.

Her fingernails penetrated deeply into the door frame, and her body could not help kneeling to the ground. Does God really want to take her life? But she hasn't lived enough! The tears of despair came from her eyes, and all kinds of thoughts came to her mind, which made her tremble violently.

Just as she was about to lose hope, a voice came from her ear: "queen? What's the matter with you? "

As soon as song Yihuan's eyes brightened, he quickly waved to her and said, "I don't want to come here. I have something to ask you. Hurry up!"

Unintentionally frightened by her appearance, is this the queen of Qing'er who used to look like a beautiful city? Why is the face so bad, even a face is swollen almost can't see the original appearance, even if it is pregnant, it shouldn't be like this.

"Queen, what can I do for you?" Unintentionally, he quickly came forward to hold her.

Song Yihuan tightly grasped her wrist, with so much strength that she almost stabbed her nails in. Fortunately, she didn't want to earn a little, so she let go a little.

Song Yihuan is almost breathless because of the huge surprise, but she knows that the carelessness in front of her eyes is her only life-saving straw. If she misses it, she may never have another chance.

Unintentionally, she reached out and stroked her chest, then she could say a complete sentence: "would you please send me to the holy medical hall? I beg you, help me

After hearing this, she was surprised. She raised her and asked, "what's the matter with you?"

However, song Yihuan's nervous heart is all mentioned in her throat. Time has passed. I'm afraid Song Ying will come back soon. If she doesn't leave again, I'm afraid it will be more difficult for her to escape.

She gritted her teeth and said, "don't ask me so much. Take me away. Come on!"

Inadvertently, a struggle flashed across her face. Seeing that song Yihuan was about to be unable to support her, she picked up her arms without hesitation and quickly went to one side of the yard.

Song Ying is cooking porridge in the kitchen. She doesn't know why. Her left eyelid jumps several times. She can't bear to hold it down, but she still feels uncomfortable. She twists her eyebrows. What's the matter? It is reasonable to say that sun Changtian's work is safe and there will be no accident, but song Yihuan, who is left alone in the yard, worries her.

She clenched her teeth, and the porridge was about to be cooked. Wait a minute.

After the sweet porridge was cooked, she quickly packed it in a food box, and then rushed to song Yihuan's yard.

As soon as she rushed in with her food box, she saw sun Changtian go out with a gloomy face. If she hadn't stopped in time, they would bump into each other.

Sun Changtian tightened his eyebrows and looked at her: "where have you been?"

Song Ying quickly replied, "Yi Huan said that she wanted to drink the sweet porridge I made myself. I just came back from the kitchen. What happened to her? Are you still asleep? "

Sun Changtian gritted his teeth and said, "you've been cheated. She's gone!"

"What?" The food box in Song Ying's hand falls to the ground, the soup bowl with sweet porridge is overturned, and the sweet porridge with rose flavor flows all over the floor.

She rushed in anxiously and saw the empty room. Her face suddenly turned pale and ugly.

"How could that be? It was good before! " Song Ying murmured.