Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 771: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

It was late at night and a crescent moon hung on the eaves.

Song Yuesheng stroked the jade bracelet on his wrist and thought of the out-of-place rubber band on Yan Wujiu's wrist.

But...how can a person whose soul travels across time and space bring things from another world?

Just like her.

If there was no system mall, she would not get those worldly foods.

and so……

Is there a time-space tunnel in this world that connects to another world?

Just like the mirror that appeared on the blood moon day three hundred years ago?

Song Yuesheng suddenly felt a headache.

Aren’t they royal concubines in this world?

Why does it feel so mysterious now?

It's like playing a script-killing game. The first half is a serious mystery, but the second half becomes a twisted one.

About half an hour passed.

Deliberately quiet footsteps were heard outside the palace.

When Shen Qihe came in carrying the medicine box, his body was still wet from the night dew.

"What's wrong with you, Madam?"

Shen Qihe opened the medicine box and took out the pulse pillow smoothly.

Song Yuesheng looked up, and Zhenshu and Zhiqi immediately understood and retreated.

After the door was closed, she spoke: "There is something I need Doctor Shen to take a look at."

Shen Qihe paused his finger on the edge of the medicine box: "There are many doctors in the Imperial Hospital."

"You are the only one I trust."

Song Yuesheng turned and walked towards the dressing table.

When she bent down, the pearl hairpin in her hair swayed gently, casting tiny shadows in the bronze mirror.

Shen Qihe's eyes followed her figure unconsciously.

Without her night visits every few days, the Imperial Medical Bureau seemed to be missing something.

It was like a slow-acting poison, inconspicuous but gradually eroding his sanity.

"Your Majesty, do you trust me so much that I won't tell anyone?" Shen Qihe's voice was a little tense.

Song Yuesheng took out the brocade box.

"It is human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm." She turned around, "Imperial Doctor Shen has been in the palace for many years. I believe he will not do anything that is not beneficial to himself."

Shen Qihe suddenly laughed.

This smile made him feel alive, like a crack suddenly appeared on the frozen lake.

"……maybe."

He said softly, but his eyes fell on her slightly pale lips.

I heard that she received an imperial decree to go to the library, so she must not have eaten well in the past few days.

Song Yuesheng keenly sensed the hidden meaning in his words.

She placed the brocade box on the table: "So Doctor Shen would do something even though he knew it was dangerous?"

"Not before."

Shen Qihe reached out to take the brocade box, and his fingertips accidentally brushed the back of her hand.

The warmth at that moment made his heart tremble slightly.

Shen Qihe's slender fingers gently lifted the lid of the brocade box.

Under the candlelight, the blood swallow appeared an unnatural red color.

He frowned slightly, took out a small silver spoon from the medicine box, and carefully scraped off some of the crumbs.

The crumbs fell into the white porcelain teacup, like a few tiny grains of red sand.

"Hold on."

His voice was a little tense, and he pulled out a small bottle from the bottom of the medicine box.

When the cork is removed, a faint herbal scent wafts out.

He tilted the bottle, and white powder fell into the teacup like fine snow, mixing with the blood swallow powder.

Shen Qihe picked up the teapot and poured warm water into the cup.

As the mist rose, his eyes were fixed on the teacup.

Suddenly, the clear tea water began to change color, first it became a little turbid, then turned into a strange beige color, and tiny bubbles floated on the surface of the water.

With a "pop", the porcelain bottle in his hand fell onto the table and rolled to the edge.

"This blood swallow..."

Shen Qihe's voice was trembling violently. When he looked up at Song Yuesheng, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, "Has the queen ever eaten it?"

Song Yuesheng shook his head, his eyes falling on the cup of changing color tea.

"poisonous?"

Shen Qihe took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He pointed at the teacup and said in a hoarse voice, "Zui Xian Yao. It is red and tasteless. If taken alone, one will die within three days."

"If mixed with ice silkworm powder, it will kill people instantly. But the dosage in this box..."

He suddenly took a step forward, causing the medicine box to bang loudly.

"Who gave you this?"

"I am just keeping it for someone else."

Song Yuesheng's expression remained unchanged. He picked up the teacup and walked to the window, slowly pouring the changed tea into the flowerpot.

"Doctor Shen, you are only here to diagnose my pulse tonight, do you understand?"

Shen Qihe's lips moved, and in the end he just bowed deeply.

When he stood up, his eyes swept across the brocade box and then quickly moved away.

The moonlight from outside the window shone in, casting mottled shadows on his face.

Just as Song Yuesheng touched the edge of the brocade box, a warm hand suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly.

Shen Qihe's palms had thin calluses from years of pounding medicine, and his strength was so great that she frowned slightly.

"Song Yuesheng." He lowered his voice very low, "Have you ever thought about... leaving this palace one day?"

The candlelight in the hall cast their overlapping shadows, swaying slightly on the wall.

Song Yuesheng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly chuckled and took half a step forward.

Shen Qihe's Adam's apple rolled violently in shock.

"Doctor Shen..."

She parted her red lips slightly, exhaling as sweet as orchid, "You are quite courageous."

Shen Qihe turned his face away in panic.

"I'm not as good as you."

"Your Majesty has arrived——"

Eunuch Wu's shrill voice pierced through the palace door, startling Shen Qihe so much that he let go as if he had been electrocuted.

"Wei Chen retire."

He grabbed the medicine box and turned to leave.

"stop."

"I haven't seen the doctor yet."

Song Yuesheng's voice came slowly.

Shen Qihe turned around and saw her leaning against the table, her fingertips twirling her hair. How could she look sick at all?

What if?

She was also so relaxed when she came to get the golden medicine after she was injured.

Shen Qihe's fingertips dug deeply into the leather of the medicine box.

In the end, I turned back.

outside the house.

Wen Yu, who came alone, walked to the front of the bedroom and looked at the pillow book and chess pieces standing at the door.

"Is Ah Heng asleep?"

"Your Majesty, the Queen has a headache. Doctor Shen is..."

Before Zhenshu finished speaking, a man in a robe embroidered with dragon patterns flashed by and strode into the door.

She quickly looked at the chess player, who shook his head.

Fine.

Don't follow in.

The moment the palace door was pushed open, Shen Qihe immediately took three steps back and stood with his head lowered.

The emperor, who never showed his emotions, rushed to Song Yuesheng in two steps.

"Ah Heng, why do you have a headache?"

"Didn't you sleep well?"

Wen Yu placed his palm on her forehead, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"I think you just worry too much. Who would treat a maid as..."

Song Yuesheng suddenly chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?" Wen Yu frowned, his finger still resting on her forehead.

Song Yuesheng shook his head: "Just thought of something interesting."

Then, she looked at Shen Qihe and said, "I am just tired from reading. If your majesty doesn't believe me, you can ask Doctor Shen."

Wen Yu then seemed to notice that there was a third person in the room. He coughed lightly and turned around.

"really?"

His voice dropped instantly.

Shen Qihe bowed and saluted, his eyes falling on the cloud pattern on his official boots: "Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine is indeed just overworked, there is nothing serious."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth.

"Go back."

"Yes, Wei Chen is resigning."

Shen Qihe backed out of the hall door, and the last thing he saw was Wen Yu pinching Song Yuesheng's cheek, while she was smiling with her eyes curved.

Seems like you are indulging?

The moment the palace door closed, he clenched the belt of the medicine box, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

Shouldn't think about it.