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As soon as the words fell to the ground, the black figure appeared, and the iron claws attacked his neck fiercely.
Gu Qianxue had been prepared for a long time, and hurriedly dodged to the side, "Look, if you say you haven't changed, you haven't changed, even your reaction is the same. Apart from choking your neck and hitting the board, what else would you do?" After Chu Yan learned lightness kung fu, although she couldn't fly over walls, her body skills were much easier than before.
Just when King Li was about to say something, Gu Qianxue said again, "I said, right now, it's outside the gate of the imperial hospital, and there are many palace officials coming and going. If you really dare to beat me, I will dare to make a scene with the emperor." It was tough, but the body's reaction was subconscious, and he had already hid on the other side of the stone table while speaking.
But to Gu Qianxue's surprise, King Li just glanced at her coldly, "Martial arts have improved."
Gu Qianxue was taken aback, "What else?"
"Remember what I said," King Li slowly lowered his hands. There was no anger or emotion on his face. He stared at Gu Qianxue with his dark eyes, "Martial arts can save your life. If you want to live, you can't waste martial arts. .”
Gu Qianxue tightly grasped the edge of the stone table with both hands, but she became more and more puzzled, "Why do you keep asking me to practice martial arts? Everyone's life is different. Just because you have been plotted repeatedly does not mean that everyone will be bloody. Either I am at home Either in the palace, could it be possible to be plotted?"
King Li's complexion gradually darkened.
Gu Qianxue cheered up, "Hey, you are too domineering. I didn't hit you or scold you, but you got angry when I just expressed my opinion. Could it be that others don't even have the freedom to speak?" Are they all gone?"
"A rotten wood cannot be carved." Throwing down a sentence, King Li passed Gu Qianxue and went out of the pavilion.
Gu Qianxue was startled, thinking that King Li was about to beat her up, so she hurriedly hid aside through the stone table, only to find that King Li left directly, looking at the black figure in puzzlement. "Sure enough, it's a neuropathy. Normal people can't understand the psychology of neuropathy." After speaking, he let go of the edge of the stone table, patted the fine dust on his hands, and went out of the gazebo to look for Xiangju and Xiangqi.
In the next two days, Gu Qianxue put aside all distracting thoughts and devoted herself to her career.
cause? It is a medical career.
In this regard, she was inspired by Dr. Zhao—instead of being confused, bored, and mediocre, it is better to work harder according to her own interests and pursuits.
In two days, Gu Qianxue read many books about obstetrics and gynecology in Taiyuan Hospital, and even recalled what she had learned in school, trying to combine the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine and the medicine of China and Nanyue Country.
In the past two days, she also went to Fanxu Palace every day, and together with Doctor Zhao, she did various experiments and explorations on Zhang Jieyu's abnormal fetal position.
In the early morning, Xiangju quietly entered.
"Princess Qianxue, it's time to get up," but when Xiangju saw the room full of books and a medical book on Gu Qianxue's bedside, she couldn't help persuading, "Princess, please Forgive me for talking too much, but Zhang Jieyu is important, but the princess's body is also important, if the princess stays up all night and bothers, the body may not be able to bear it."
Gu Qianxue struggled to open Qianjinzhong's eyelids, and squeezed out a smile, "Don't worry, the princess is in good health, and I'm a cheap person. I live a comfortable life, but I'm confused all day without illness. It's better to be busy." As he said, he gritted his teeth, turned over and got up, and clipped the bookmark in the book he was flipping through.
"Wash up, eat, and go see Zhang Jieyu." While muttering, she jumped off the bed, Gu Qianxue felt that she was more suitable for this kind of busy day and night.
Xiangju wanted to persuade her again, but Xiangqi grabbed her by the corner of her clothes and shook her head.
Swallowing back the persuasive words, Xiangju secretly sighed. How could she not know Xiangqi's intention, the emperor's intention was to let Princess Qianxue do things, they just waited on them attentively and reported the affairs of the princess to the emperor in every detail, and did not allow any comment on other things.
After a while, Xiangju brought up warm water filled with the fragrance of petals, and waited for Gu Qianxue to wash.
The moment I lowered my head to wash my face, I saw that the lazy eyes suddenly disappeared, and the eyes of the pair of bright eyes were sharp, but it was only for a moment, then I closed my eyes and slowly poured warm water full of fragrance on my face——The eyes of two court ladies Small gestures, of course, cannot be hidden from Gu Qianxue.
After washing up and having breakfast, Gu Qianxue was ready to leave, and her destination was Fanxu Palace.
I have to say that Gu Qianxue's method is unique. Under the dual effects of gymnastics and massage, Zhang Jieyu's fetal position has been greatly improved. If she persists in this way for a few more days, it is very possible to reverse the fetal position.
"Why is it cloudy so often recently?" While walking on the road, Gu Qianxue looked up at the slightly gloomy sky.
It's clearly early in the morning, but it seems like it's about to fall into the night, the sky is oppressive, and people's hearts can't help but be oppressed.
With a cold wind, Gu Qianxue couldn't help tightening her cloak.
Xiang Qi said, "Back to the princess, because the New Year is coming, the weather is not good."
"New Year?" Gu Qianxue was startled.
Xiangju nodded, "That's right, didn't the Princess find out, the closer the New Year is, the more snow there will be. For many years, the swan's feathers snowed heavily on New Year's Day."
Gu Qianxue was ashamed, she didn't know the weather in Nanyue country, she had not traveled for half a year, but it was the first time she saw the New Year in Nanyue country. "After what you said, I also found out that it is so. It's a pity that the New Year is such a good festival, but it has to be spent in cloudy skies and snow."
Xiangqi smiled and said, "The princess is right, but the slaves feel that even if it snows heavily, it can't dampen the good mood of the New Year, because every New Year, the emperor and the empress will give extra rewards to the palace people, Last year's reward was more than a month's salary, and I don't know if there will be more this year, everyone is looking forward to it."
Gu Qianxue nodded, "The palace people have worked hard for a whole year, so they should be given some year-end bonuses."
During the conversation, the three of them had left the small square and entered the palace alley.
But just as he was about to arrive at Fanxu Palace, a court lady hurried over to meet Gu Qianxue, and when she saw Gu Qianxue, she greeted her. Before Gu Qianxue could speak, she saw the court lady walking a few steps quickly and lowered her voice, "Princess, Concubine Qin is in the front garden, and she has urgent matters to discuss with the Princess."
Gu Qianxue was taken aback, and looked carefully at the maid, but she was unfamiliar, at least she wasn't serving in Qianqing Palace.
Guess, the Qianqing Palace is the emperor's territory, and I am afraid that it is full of the emperor's eyes and ears, so it is inconvenient to speak. And the last time Concubine Qin had a private conversation with her, she went to Qianxue Pavilion at night, and now she is looking for her in the daytime. Could it be that something urgent happened
Gu Qianxue frowned, and glanced behind her from the corner of her eye.
Xiangju and Xiangqi are the emperor's people, since Concubine Qin is looking for her privately, I'm afraid it's inconvenient to take them with me, so I have to send them away.
How could Gu Qianxue have thought that what was waiting in front was not Concubine Qin, but a catastrophe
The sky is getting colder, the wind is howling, and the ghosts are screaming.
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