Song Yuan didn't react at all. Although Rong Ting was frightened by her, he also noticed that her face was flushed at the moment.
He stretched out his hand to caress her forehead, and immediately withdrew his hand, why is it so hot? Did the queen mother have a fever
Rong Ting, who had never encountered such a situation before, couldn't help but panic, especially when his mother was still crying with her eyes closed, her hands tightly clutching the quilt. He wanted to pull her and wake her up. Yes, he was sweating all over.
It is impossible to continue like this! !
Rong Ting, you have to calm down! Be calm! !
He bit the tip of his tongue and then pinched the soft flesh of his arm. After barely calming down, he closed his eyes and recalled what his mother did when he had a fever last time. , Merrill Lynch, yes! That's it!"
He clenched his small fists, walked out of the bedroom, and wanted to go to the living room to get the medicine box, but because he was too impatient, he didn't pay attention to the path under his feet, tripped over a chair, and almost fell down.
Opening the medicine box, he found an ear thermometer, and took Song Yuan's temperature with trembling hands. He glanced at the temperature and it showed 38.7 degrees, making sure that his mother had a fever.
After Rong Ting posted the anti-fever stickers for Song Yuan, he called Song Haiping with trembling fingers. He wanted to find his father at the moment, but he also knew that his father was in Beijing, so it was beyond his reach, so it was better to find his grandfather Spectrum.
It's early morning now, and Song Haiping has already fallen asleep. When he was woken up by the phone, he was still cursing. When he saw that the caller ID was Rong Ting, he shook his head to wake himself up a little, and then picked up the phone. On the phone, "Rong Ting, what's the matter?"
He still knew this grandson well, he should have fallen asleep at this point, and the phone call must have caused an accident at home.
He got up and changed clothes while answering the phone.
Sure enough, Rong Ting cried a little on the phone, and shouted: "Grandfather, the queen mother is sick, she has a fever!"
Song Haiping's heart skipped a beat, but he has been an old father for more than 20 years, it's just a fever, it's not a big problem, he quickly put on his pants, and he didn't forget to comfort Rong Ting on the phone, "Hey, don't worry , really don’t worry, I’ll come over right away. This person always gets sick, and a cold and fever are not a big deal. Like you, after you hang up the phone, pay attention to her temperature and take her temperature from time to time. Grandpa will immediately Come!"
Hearing what Song Haiping said, Rong Ting sobbed and calmed down.
It was the first time he saw his mother was sick, and the mother was still crying, and he was at a loss.
After hanging up the phone, he sat by the bed and held Song Yuan's hand. He didn't dare to blink or speak. Time seemed to pass very slowly. When he heard the door open, he stood up and saw that it was Grandfather came over, and he rushed into Song Haiping's arms like a small cannonball. Song Haiping picked him up, patted his back, and coaxed him in a low voice, "It's okay, look at how timid you are!" .”
Song Haiping put down Rong Ting and walked quickly to the bed, only then did he understand why the child was so nervous and scared.
Yuanyuan's state was indeed wrong, she was obviously asleep, her face was flushed, she was still crying, crying very sadly.
As long as there is a person, there is no one who is not sick. Song Haiping still remembers that when his daughter was young, she had a fever every three days, teething fever, fever and rash. After entering kindergarten, she went to the hospital several times a month. It is not an exaggeration at all. .
He calmed down, bought anti-fever medicine and an electronic thermometer on the way here, and measured it for her. It was true that she had a fever, but it was not serious.
"Go to bed first." After Song Haiping was sure that her daughter's problem was not serious, she turned around to coax Rong Ting, "Yuanyuan is fine, I'll watch over her here, her fever is not high, and she doesn't need to take medicine, wait until tomorrow Let’s see how the situation is in the morning, and if the fever persists, I’ll send her to the hospital. Now I’m sending her to the hospital for observation, I don’t know if there are any beds, and the temperature is low, so as not to aggravate her condition.”
But Rong Ting shook his head stubbornly, his voice was a little hoarse, "No, I also want to watch over my mother. Last time I had a fever, my mother also stayed with me like this."
"Hey, why are you disobedient, kid? How can a kid stay up late!"
Song Haiping really has a big head. On the one hand, he has to worry about his daughter, and on the other hand, he also has to worry about his grandson. It's a pity that the grandson is very stubborn. He moved a small bench from outside and sat by the bed, as if he refused to leave.
Song Haiping couldn't resist him, and both grandparents and grandchildren stayed by the bed.
Rong Ting took Song Yuan's hand, and said over and over again in a low voice and tirelessly: "Queen Mother, Gu Gu is here."
From time to time, Song Haiping would reach out to help her pull the quilt and measure her body temperature.
Song Yuan, who was crying, calmed down slowly, and the tears dried up, as if falling into a deep sleep.
Song Haiping was also relieved, Rong Ting was still a child, he couldn't bear it anymore, and finally fell asleep in the middle of the night, Song Haiping carried him back to the bed, covered him with the quilt, and watched the child frowning in his sleep , he sighed softly, anyway, this grandson is really good, Mingming Yuanyuan didn't grow up with him, yet he can still be so worried about Yuanyuan, knowing that he loves his mother.
After a while, Song Haiping turned off the light and closed the door, and returned to his daughter's bedroom. He sat in front of the bed and wanted to call his ex-wife, but he stopped thinking when he saw the time.
Seeing his daughter like this, he remembered that she had a fever once when she was a child. At that time, she was less than one year old. The doctor said that she needed an injection. It was difficult to find blood vessels in the child's arm, so she had to get a scalp injection and shaved off her hair. Together, he hugged his daughter and watched the nurse prick the daughter's scalp with a needle, and her daughter cried, and he felt very distressed.
"Yuanyuan, get well soon!"
***
Song Yuan looked at the woman in the palace dress who was sitting limply on the ground. The woman was very young, but her dress skirt was stained with blood. With a white and slender wrist, she looked crazy, but stared at Song Yuan without blinking, and stroked her arm in front of her.
The bloody smell went straight to Song Yuan's nose, she felt like vomiting, her stomach was rolling, and she was a little dizzy even with her head, and was supported by the maid beside her.
The guards surrounded the woman in palace attire, and the court ladies guarded the Song Garden.
When Song Yuan was about to leave, she heard the woman in palace costume sternly say: "Empress! Haven't you ever wondered why Your Majesty insisted on making you queen?" She suddenly sneered, "My grandfather is the head of the household department Shangshu, Concubine Min's uncle is the prime minister, Concubine Wan's grandfather is the emperor's tutor, what about you? You are just the adopted daughter of the general's mansion, can you be worthy of the post?"
She froze.
"Empress, I don't accept it! Everyone refuses to accept it!" The woman in the palace costume fell into madness due to excessive blood loss. She mutilated herself with a dagger, but her eyes were full of hatred when she looked at Song Yuan, "I curse you, I curse you not to die well! Curse the child in your womb!"
Just as Song Yuan was retching from this scene and her belly was tight by the bloody smell, the emperor in dragon robe appeared and protected her behind her.
His voice was calm and even cold, "Send Concubine Li back to the palace, and order the imperial physician to protect her life so that she can have a good life."
Song Yuan looked up at him, but could only see his dragon robe. For some reason, she felt very uncomfortable, almost suffocating. She is very afraid of blood, especially in the face of such a situation, her hands are shaking with fear.
The eunuchs wanted to send Concubine Li away, the blood on the ground was particularly glaring, Concubine Li was also a concubine after all, she was struggling, and the eunuchs didn't dare to be too rude to her, Concubine Li's grandfather was the Minister of the Household Department, but recently the corruption in the south But the case was brought out and he was also involved. Your Majesty hates corrupt officials the most. I am afraid that the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs will not be able to serve in a stable position. If Your Majesty remembers the merits of the Shang Shu, one day Concubine Li will wake up, and the unlucky ones will be their slaves .
Concubine Li stared at the emperor in front of her infatuatedly, but the words she said were tears of blood. From the moment the emperor appeared, there was no hatred in her eyes, only the deep love, "Your Majesty, my concubine was born at the age of twelve. When I entered the palace that year, I met you from a distance. Later, when I learned that the late emperor gave you the title of side concubine, I was overjoyed. I asked someone to inquire about your preferences. I know that you like painting and calligraphy, and I know that you like playing chess. The concubine wants to accompany you, why do you never look at the concubine?"
The emperor looked indifferent, as if looking at a stranger.
He is not a person who likes to listen to other people's thoughts, especially such thoughts.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Concubine Li felt sad, she lay on the ground, moved towards him little by little, and shouted in despair: "Your Majesty, look at me, look at me..."
The emperor did not stop.
Song Yuan was protected by him, but he couldn't help but look back at Concubine Li who used to be pretty.
Concubine Li finally stopped, her tears fell, her voice was not as sharp as before, but it was full of grievances and longing, "Father, Yan'er really wants to go home, really wants... to go home."
Song Yuan returned to the palace, the emperor had a lot of government affairs to deal with, so he just sat with her for a while before leaving.
She is a very fragile person. She didn't have dinner, and the maids around her begged her one by one, even if it was just a bite. How long did they stay in the East Palace and the Imperial Palace...
Many harem concubines have never seen their family members since the day they arrived in the palace. They all came to this palace at a very young age.
Song Yuan looked at herself in the bronze mirror, she was obviously still her, why was she so strange.
Is she Song Yuan, or the empress of the Great Ye Dynasty? Who the hell is she? Is the imperial palace her home, is the general's mansion her home
She remembered Li Fei's words...
"Peilan, I want to go home too."
Pei Lan looked at her worriedly, "Mother, if you miss Madam, you can summon her into the palace."
She shook her head, "No, no."
The person in the bronze mirror was already in tears. She covered her face with her hands, helpless and in pain, "I want to go home, I really want to go home."
This is not her home, not her home.