Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 776: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

Song Yuesheng pulled back his wrist, the warmth of Wen Yu's palm still lingering on his fingertips.

She re-bandaged his wound skillfully, her movements so neat and quick that it didn't seem like she was treating the king of a country.

When the bandage was wrapped around her chest, Wen Yu's breathing obviously stagnated, but she didn't even lift her eyelids.

Five sheets of rice paper on the desk have been filled with writing, and the ink has not yet dried.

From the explanation of "dual personality" to the fabricated "Nanshan witchcraft" that was linked to their fate, the handwriting was so sloppy that it almost flew.

When the last stroke was made, the sundial needle outside the window had already pointed to three quarters past nine.

"Your Majesty has fallen asleep. Let me leave before he goes to bed." She said this to Han Ming who was guarding outside, her voice unusually hoarse.

When I walked out of Chengjian Hall, the wind under the sunlight was still chilly.

Song Yuesheng straightened his clothes and suddenly found it ridiculous - everyone was concerned about whether Wen Yu would die, but who cared that she had just crawled back from the gates of hell?

The punishment from the system made her walk like she was walking on cotton. From the time she woke up till now, she hadn’t had a rest, let alone a sip of water.

On this basis, she still had to find out the location of the otherworldly passage of the Imperial Observatory, and she also owed Shen Qihe a favor, which was only 25% of the mission value...

Tsk.

They are all things.

Song Yuesheng returned to Qiwu Palace and took a quick nap.

It was a very dark sleep.

When I woke up, the sun was already setting, casting mottled shadows on the bed curtains.

She asked Zhenshu to prepare some simple porridge and side dishes, and asked Zhiqi for a set of palace maid's clothes. After dinner, she changed her clothes and went to the Imperial Hospital.

The medicine boy at the door of the Imperial Hospital was dozing off, so she slipped in quietly.

The pharmacy was filled with a bitter aroma, and the densely packed porcelain bottles on the shelves glowed in the setting sun.

She was about to go to the inner room when she suddenly heard a voice:

"Stop, which palace are you from? Don't you know that you are not allowed to run around in the Imperial Hospital?"

Song Yuesheng bowed her head and replied, "I am a maid in Qiwu Palace. Imperial Concubine Heng was injured yesterday and has now woken up. Imperial Concubine Heng asked me to come and ask Imperial Doctor Shen to take a look."

When the medicine boy heard this, he hurriedly led the way.

"So it's my sister from Qiwu Palace. Doctor Shen is counting the herbs in the storeroom. I'll take my sister over there right away."

"Thank you."

Song Yuesheng kept his head down and followed the medicine boy.

"Doctor Shen!" The medicine boy shouted at the top of his voice, "Someone has come from Qiwu Palace, saying that the imperial concubine has woken up, and they want you to go again!"

"Clatter--" The crisp sound of porcelain bottles colliding came from the warehouse.

Qi He jumped down the ladder in a hurry, his white doctor's uniform still stained with medicine dust. He was about to take the medicine box when he suddenly saw the face of the "palace maid" behind the medicine boy raised...

"Got it." Shen Qihe's voice suddenly calmed down, "Go collect the dried Poria first."

Before leaving, the medicine boy secretly tugged at Song Yuesheng's sleeve and said, "Please trouble this palace maid to say a few good words to the imperial concubine."

Song Yuesheng whispered, "Definitely."

The sound of the medicine boy's footsteps gradually faded away. Song Yuesheng looked around and quickly slipped into the warehouse.

With a creaky sound, the heavy wooden door closed behind her, blocking out the last ray of twilight.

In the enclosed space, the bitterness of the medicinal herbs was mixed with a faint scent of agarwood, and the warm breath enveloped her in front of the door.

"Your Highness is so brave." Shen Qihe's voice rang in her ears, "How dare you come to the Imperial Hospital in broad daylight like this."

Song Yuesheng turned around and chuckled, her fingertips gently touching his chest. Through the thin fabric, she could feel his suddenly tense muscles: "You and I are innocent, why can't I come?"

She looked up into his eyes, "Besides, this isn't the first day you've known me."

"Innocent? Song Yuesheng, tell me you are innocent?"

Shen Qihe suddenly laughed softly, his Adam's apple rolling.

The laughter echoed in the storeroom, causing the porcelain bottles on the shelves to tremble slightly.

After a moment, he took a step back, and when he looked up again, he returned to his usual aloof look: "Madam, are you here to recheck the cold poison?"

"Not entirely." Song Yuesheng fiddled with the angelica root on the table. "If I leave the palace one day in the future, would you be willing to go with me?"

"pat-"

The blood-draining liquid in Shen Qihe's hand fell to the ground, and the dark red powder bloomed into a blood flower on the blue brick.

He froze in place, even his breathing stopped.

Song Yuesheng leaned over to pick up the herbs, her fingertips accidentally brushing against his cold knuckles: "Zhiqi said that you gave her a medicine in a wooden box. I think the medicine box is expensive."

Shen Qihe lowered his eyes.

It turned out to be this reason.

She put the blood back into his palm and said, "I don't know how to repay this kindness, except..."

"No need."

He suddenly interrupted, his voice hoarse, "It is my duty as a doctor to save lives. If it were someone else, I would save him just the same."

He turned to get the medicine grinder, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

"In that case..." Song Yuesheng pretended to leave, "I'll prepare another thank-you gift on the day I leave the palace."

"and many more!"

The medicine grinder slammed onto the table with a bang, and Shen Qihe grabbed her wrist.

"Are you willing to leave your majesty?"

After asking, he realized his mistake and hurriedly let go of her hand, adding, "Are you willing to give up everything here?"

Song Yuesheng looked back, the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window paper, coating her eyelashes with a layer of gold powder: "I love Wen Yu..." She deliberately dragged out her tone, watching Shen Qihe unconsciously holding his breath, "I can't say I love him that much."

Seeing his brows relax slightly, she added lightly, "But Prince Yi is good, he must go with me."

"Sister Yue, what are you doing?"

Blue Sparrow's voice of surprise and bewilderment suddenly sounded, "Our mission value is already very low, why are you still saying such things!?"

Song Yuesheng ignored him and continued staring at Shen Qihe.

"Your Majesty is really..." Shen Qihe laughed in anger, and said word by word, "You are so audacious."

"Excellent."

Song Yuesheng smiled and pushed open the door of the medicine store.

Dusk had fallen and palace lanterns in the distance began to light up one after another.

Shen Qihe stood there, watching the twilight swallow up Song Yuesheng's outline bit by bit.

It was not until her figure completely disappeared that he realized that his nails had dug deeply into his palms.

"Perhaps... I shouldn't have rejected it so thoroughly just now..."

The night wind carried these words and they dissipated in the bitter aroma of medicine from the Imperial Hospital.

Outside the Imperial Hospital.

Song Yuesheng was walking through the palace path towards the Imperial Observatory.

Since Shen Qihe didn't want the favor she had prepared, she would just give him the silver after the mission was completed.

You have to have one of money and beauty.

She couldn't afford anything else.

I hope that deliberately mentioning Prince Yi can divert Shen Qihe's attention.

Because after receiving the complete plot, she really didn't have any extra time to focus on the male lead.

Increasing task value is slow.

Just as Song Yuesheng turned around the corridor, he suddenly heard the sound of jingling jewelry in the distance.

She looked up and saw a gilded sedan chair slowly approaching. The curtains of the sedan chair fluttered in the wind, revealing He Yingxue's bright and beautiful face.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her moon-white skirt, and the butterfly pattern embroidered with silver thread was faintly visible, as if it were a living thing.

Song Yuesheng immediately lowered his head and knelt beside the road with the other palace servants.

"...We must find out who bribed Han Zhi! How dare you do this to me!" He Yingxue's voice was a little sharp, very different from her usual gentle voice. "Don't tell me when we get back, and don't think about our relationship..."

Han Su responded in a low voice, and the conversation between the master and servant gradually became blurred as the sedan chair went away.

After the procession went away, Song Yuesheng slowly stood up and patted the non-existent dust on the hem of her skirt.

It seems that the soul of this world has bribed Han Su.

There isn't much time left for her.