The next day.
The rain gradually became lighter, but it was still pattering. Qingwan entered the palace as usual and handed over to Liu Zhaoyu.
Liu Zhaoyu saw that her eyes were slightly blue, so he joked: "The prince just left the capital, and you went to sleep. Could it be that you missed him."
After the sacrifice to heaven, the relationship between the two has become like good friends. In this palace full of ghosts, they trust each other the most, so they often make jokes.
"You think too much!" Qingguan rolled her eyes at him.
Liu Zhaoyu said with emotion: "It's not that I think too much, but that I think too little. Otherwise, how could I not detect someone's thoughts after working together for so many days?"
Qingguan was too lazy to pay attention. The guy became more and more accommodating, so he raised his eyebrows and asked, "How was last night?"
Liu Zhaoyu smiled and said, "Everything is stable. Half a month has passed and we have to change the recipe today. I have drafted one. You can see if it works."
Qing Guan understood in his heart, looked at Fang Zi and pondered for a long time, and said: "It's feasible, I will order the Royal Pharmacy to prepare the medicine."
Liu Zhaoyu said with a smile: "You can make two copies again. I have left the palace and made an appointment with someone to drink at Zuixianju. If there is nothing in the palace, you can come with me."
"No time!"
"Huh, stingy!" Liu Zhaoyu made a face and left with his head held high.
Qingguan laughed angrily and sat down to copy the prescription.
The imperial doctor prescribes a prescription, and sends one copy to the Imperial Pharmacy, and keeps the other for the record. After copying the two copies, Qingguan orders someone to send them away.
As soon as he finished his work, the concubine's maid came to invite him, and Qingguan began a busy day.
In the evening, the rain became heavier.
Qingguan stood outside the palace, waiting for the emperor's summons. This was her last task of the day, asking for a safe pulse for the emperor.
As usual, she only waited for half a cup of tea before Eunuch Li invited her in.
Qingguan knelt down and took his pulse. The pulse was indeed as Liu Zhaoyu said, stable and neither good nor bad.
Qingguan retracted his hand, lowered his head and said: "Today I changed the prescription for the emperor. The medicine is slightly bitter. If you take it for another half month, there will be no need for medicine."
Emperor Baoqing waved his hand to signal her to get up, "I feel that my limbs have become stronger recently, and my heart palpitations have lessened."
Qingguan said: "The emperor still needs to take good rest and take good care of himself. At the turn of spring and summer, when the weather turns warm and cold, it is most likely to cause old diseases."
Emperor Baoqing looked at her deeply and said, "Female doctor, please go."
Qingguan breathed a sigh of relief, saluted, and respectfully stepped back.
Walking out of the bedroom, she was about to open an umbrella when she saw the imperial concubine approaching slowly. She took a few steps back, bowed her head and stood quietly, waiting for the imperial concubine to pass in front of her in an imposing manner.
I don't know if it was an illusion or something, but Qingguan always felt that the imperial concubine was approaching all the way, and her eyes were always on her.
As they passed each other, Concubine Yin let out an imperceptible hum. Qingguan seemed not to have heard it and just lowered her head.
Back in the house, with nothing to do, I picked up a medical book and studied it, but I couldn't calm down. I closed my eyes and thought carefully about the ins and outs of Tie Zhan's incident.
Tomorrow night, Hongwen should bring Tie Zhan back. As long as he pries open his mouth, what happened back then will come to light.
After a long time, she sighed and took out the tiger charm from her arms.
The tiger charm seemed to be contaminated with his breath, and it smelled a bit familiar. Calculating his journey, he must have entered Sichuan by now. I wonder if his journey has been smooth. Have all the injuries behind him been healed
A smile slowly appeared on Qingguan's lips.
That day and night, he slept with her in the same clothes, embracing each other, but she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
He smiled and asked her, "Why can't you sleep?"
Thinking about the farewell tomorrow, she blurted out: "I'm afraid that when I wake up, you won't be with me anymore."
"fool!"
He hugged her tightly and said with a low smile: "How could I leave without saying goodbye. After I remove this burden, I will guard you every day."
"Tiantian?"
"Oh my god! When you are checking your pulse, I will take the medicine box for you; when you write the prescription, I will grind the ink for you; when you are reading the medical book, I will be practicing your sword by the side. How wonderful!"
Her mind wandered, and she said insincerely: "What's the matter? I'm just a careless person." He focused on her and said softly: "Being with you is the biggest thing I have to do in this life. Look, you Your hands are so cold that you need someone to keep you warm at any time; except for seeing a doctor, you don’t know how to do anything, so you need someone to take care of it for you; you earn money, but you don’t know how to spend it, so you have to find someone to do it for you.
Spend money. There are so many things that I can’t keep busy with, so how can I be a person with nothing to do? "
Thinking of this, Qingguan laughed out loud. Only a person like him can come up with so many fallacies. However, it sounded so good that she couldn't help but look forward to it.
Qingguan's eyebrows were curved, she picked up the tiger charm and placed it under her lips, kissed it gently, then took it back into her arms, washed and changed clothes.
At this time, the midnight drum was beating, Qingguan blew out the candles, and fell asleep listening to the sound of rain outside the window.
The night was as silent as dead water.
Suddenly, there were small footsteps, getting closer and closer, and then there was a rapid knock on the door.
The maid in the courtyard got up from the bed sleepily, rubbed her sleepy eyes and opened the courtyard door.
Qingguan had been woken up and thought that if he knocked on the door at this time, it could be that the emperor was ill.
She quickly put on her clothes, lit the lamp, and rushed out of the room without tying up her hair. When she raised her eyes, she found Zhang Yunlong, the commander of the Imperial Guard, looking at her coldly with his faint eyes.
"Commander Zhang, is the emperor sick?"
Zhang Yunlong looked sad, "Female Doctor Gu, the emperor has passed away!"
"What?" A cold current hit the bottom of his heart, his limbs and bones turned cold, and Gu Qingwan froze on the ground.
Zhang Yunlong's eyes tightened, his thin lips moved, and he said something that made Qing Guan lose his mind.
"I heard that Dr. Gu changed the prescription for the emperor today?"
Gu Qingwan slowly clenched his fists and said in a trembling voice: "Is there any problem?"
Zhang Yunlong looked at her bitterly, "The emperor died suddenly. He only took the medicine prescribed by the female doctor before his death. Does the female doctor have anything to say?"
Gu Qingguan's vision went dark, his pupils suddenly shrank, his body was dripping with cold sweat, he slowly loosened his fist and said word by word: "I didn't do it."
The rain in late spring was too thick to melt away.
In the study of the Third Master of the Su Mansion, there was a rapid knock on the door.
Su Ziyu opened her eyes suddenly, shuddered suddenly, and jumped up.
"What's the matter?"
"Third Master, a secret message came from the palace that the emperor died suddenly."
Su Ziyu was so shocked that she broke out in cold sweat. She grabbed the person who came and said, "What did you say? Say it again."
"Third Master, the Emperor died suddenly. The news is that it was at the hands of Dr. Gu. Commander Zhang has imprisoned him. And..."
Gu Qingwan
Like a muffled thunder striking his forehead, Su Ziyu felt dizzy and couldn't hear a word of what was said below.
"Third Master, there is one more important thing."
Su Ziyu came to his senses, gritted his teeth and said, "Speak quickly."
"In the palace, the imperial concubine has already started to take action."
Su Ziyu's empty eyes slowly condensed. He shivered deeply as he looked at the strings of rain dripping down the eaves.
The wind filled the building, the rain fell rapidly, and the god of fate began a new reincarnation.
Eight years later, everything is back to where it started.
He raised his head, and under his pale, almost transparent skin, he could feel the blood rushing through his horse, and there was a voice in his heart that almost wanted to roar.
Ziqi, don't be afraid, no one can hurt you this time.
"When someone comes, please quickly notify the Qingfu and Jiang Qiye."
"Third Master, is it light or dark?"
Su Ziyu categorically uttered one word: "An! Inform all the secret agents in the palace to protect the safety of the young girl."
The visitor was stunned and said: "Yes!"
The night is deep and the wind and rain are still there.
The imperial guards in the outer hall were so densely packed that even a fly could hardly fly through them; dozens of candles in the inner hall were lit together, shining brightly like daylight.
The curtains are heavy and heavy.
On the dragon bed, Emperor Baoqing was lying flat in his middle coat, his face covered with a layer of ash, his cheeks spread out with snakeskin patterns, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were still staring, as before he was alive.
Beside the dragon bed, Eunuch Li looked like a ghost, with tears streaming down his face and no life left.
Qingguan knelt on the ground, looking at the emperor's holy face unabashedly exposed under the lamp, a complicated feeling arose in his heart.
When the emperor was angry, he laid down millions of corpses. This generation of emperors who could control the world with just one stomp of their feet ended up dying violently without even a cause of death. It was not known whether it was the retribution of the trapped fruit or the reincarnation of heaven.
The Qian and Sheng families died because of him; and counting further... there were more than tens of thousands of lives that died at his hands.
He died so inexplicably on a cold rainy night.
Looking at the expression on his face, it was obvious that he was extremely frightened. He never thought that the God of Death would come to him so soon, so he refused to die in peace.
Qingguan suppressed his shock, and his beautiful eyes gradually became thinner and narrower. He doesn't deserve to die, he still has one or two years to live.
Who is hiding in the darkness and extending a ghostly hand to control the life and death of an emperor? Then put the blame on her.
wrong! A flash of lightning flashed through Qingguan's mind, and a sudden coldness shot up on the soles of his feet.
Lost painting
Is the affair exposed to the world
So behind her is the prince; if she puts the blame on her, she puts the blame on the prince.
Qingguan looked at the silent emperor, and a pile of flesh and blood and white bones seemed to appear in front of her eyes. Someone was standing on the bones, smiling coldly at her.
Qingguan suddenly understood that this reincarnation was coming for her. Once upon a time, her grandfather also knelt down beside the emperor's corpse, speechless, terrified and helpless. Behind him was the deposed prince.
Everything is just eight years apart.
"emperor!"
With a heart-rending roar, Qingguan rushed forward, quickly swiping his fingers across the corners of the emperor's mouth, and hiding a trace of blood between his fingers.
"Your Majesty, Qingguan is wronged, Qingguan is wronged!"
"Bring her down to me!" Concubine Yin was wearing a crimson gold and silver silk court dress embroidered with birds and phoenixes, her face full of anger.
Two chamberlains came forward, one on the left and one on the right, holding Gu Qingwan's hands and dragging them away.
Concubine Yin walked up to her, her eyes bursting with rage, "Gu Qingwan, you plot to kill the emperor. You will be divided into pieces and the nine tribes will be destroyed."
Qingguan slowly raised her eyes, trembling all over and said, "My dear, I didn't do it."
Snapped-
A slap came hard. Concubine Yin held her slightly aching hand, and her sultry eyebrows swept across this young face, which suddenly turned into a cold and poisonous blade.