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Chapter 748: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

Before Song Yuesheng finished speaking, he suddenly jumped off the wall.

The snow foam splashed into tiny pieces of silver around her feet.

She restrained her joking expression and walked towards Wen Yu step by step with serious eyes.

"It was me who did it, it had nothing to do with them."

"If they are hurt in the slightest..." Song Yuesheng's fingertips flashed with cold light, and a dagger slipped out from his sleeve, "I don't mind letting Your Majesty see something even more extreme."

The imperial guards tightened their encirclement in an instant, and the scabbards collided with each other, making a clanging sound, but no one dared to move, just waiting for the emperor's order.

At this critical moment——

Wen Yu's body suddenly shook.

He raised his hand as if to support his forehead, his black cloak fluttering in the wind and snow, and the next moment he fell to the ground with a plop.

Song Yuesheng stared at the figure in the snow in disbelief.

How could a king of a country be so weak just because he was caught in the snow?

You can complain all you want, but life is not a joke.

Song Yuesheng looked at the imperial guards who were motionless and suddenly shouted, "What are you all standing there for? Go get the imperial physician!"

As she spoke, she quickly walked forward, knelt on one knee and helped Wen Yu up.

The scorching temperature of the tentacles made her frown, and she immediately put one of his arms on her shoulders.

The imperial guards' spears blocked the front with a "swish"

"If it goes on any longer, no one can afford it."

Song Yuesheng glanced at everyone coldly, "Send one person to invite the imperial physician, and the rest of you just keep an eye on me."

Then, he turned around and said, "Hold the chess and book, go and boil some water!"

A quarter of an hour later, Shen Qihe hurried over carrying a medicine box.

The moment he stepped into the Canwu Palace, his steps paused slightly.

The medicinal herbs drying in the air under the corridor and the newly pasted paper on the window frames are completely different from the gloomy and dilapidated cold palace in one’s imagination.

And this medicinal material is not of top quality...

The imperial guard leading the way noticed something strange: "President Shen?"

"...Nothing."

Shen Qihe suppressed the surprise in his eyes and followed the lead.

In the inner room, Song Yuesheng was wringing a handkerchief to wipe Wen Yu's sweat.

Seeing someone coming, he immediately stood up and said, "Thank you, Doctor Shen."

Shen Qihe's eyes wandered around the room.

Was the dethronement of the queen just a show for outsiders?

"Doctor Shen?" Song Yuesheng urged.

Shen Qihe withdrew his gaze, but paused slightly when he saw Song Yuesheng, "...Thank you for your concern, Miss. I will take your pulse right away."

After a while.

He withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes and said, "Your Majesty just caught a cold. He will be fine after taking medicine and sweating. I will go back to the Imperial Hospital to get some medicine."

"Hard."

Song Yuesheng nodded slightly at him.

As soon as he left the inner room, the imperial guards in the corridor immediately surrounded him.

Shen Qihe calmed himself down and said, "Your Majesty, there is nothing wrong."

Then he looked into the house casually, "Who is that girl inside?..."

"Deposed Empress Song."

Shen Qihe clenched his hands suddenly in his sleeves.

She is the Queen?!

In fact, it’s no wonder that Shen Qihe didn’t know him.

After Empress Duanning appeared once before the civil and military officials at the self-proclaimed ceremony, she spent the rest of her time in the Qiwu Palace, occasionally paying a visit to the Empress Dowager.

The doctor in charge of taking Ping An's pulse every day is Doctor Wang.

But a few days after the empress was deposed, Doctor Wang retired and returned to his hometown.

"Mr. Shen?"

The imperial guards looked at the imperial physician who suddenly froze in confusion.

"Nothing." Shen Qihe forced himself to remain calm and wrote down the prescription in the dim candlelight. "Just in case, I'll be waiting here. You guys can get the medicine according to this prescription first."

When Shen Qihe stepped back into the inner room, Song Yuesheng was leaning lazily against the table, twirling a plain white round fan with his fingertips.

Seeing him turn back, she raised the corners of her lips and waved the fan gently.

"What did Doctor Shen leave behind?"

She spoke in a light tone, but her eyes scanned him carefully.

Shen Qihe walked closer slowly until their shadows almost overlapped in the candlelight.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice so low that only she could hear it: "Should I call you Queen Duan Ning, or... the female thief who repeatedly stole medicinal materials from the Imperial Hospital?"

Song Yuesheng did not panic. Instead, he tapped his forehead with the fan bone in distress and sighed.

"How can there still be an Empress Duan Ning in the palace? It's been several months, why is it still like this?"

Shen Qihe's eyes darkened: "So, His Majesty didn't know about your stealing of the medicine."

He tapped the table with his fingertips. "If I report this to Miss Song, will you think your situation...will be worse than it is now?"

Song Yuesheng suddenly laughed.

She raised the round fan, and the edge of the fan gently rubbed his cheek, slowly slid down along the jawline, paused slightly when passing the Adam's apple, and finally stopped at his chest.

"Doctor Shen..." Song Yuesheng looked up at him, with a cunning light in his eyes, "Are you willing to do it?"

Shen Qihe did not hide, but just lowered his eyes and stared at her, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Miss Song is quite courageous. His Majesty is lying over there. Aren't you afraid that he will wake up suddenly?"

Song Yuesheng chuckled and tapped his chest with the fan lightly.

"Someone told me that 'deposing a queen in the palace is no different from divorcing a wife in the common people'."

She suddenly leaned in close, her breath almost brushing his ear, "Shen Qihe, I heard that last year you saved Lady Qiong, but you didn't even care about the presence of the late emperor, and you untied her belt in front of the late emperor."

Under the fan, her fingertips traced the pulse on his wrist.

"Why are you so timid now?"

Shen Qihe narrowed his eyes and grabbed her rebellious wrist.

His thumb gently stroked her pulse point, and his voice was dangerously low: "If Miss Song falls into the water someday..."

He lowered his head, and their noses almost touched.

"Of course I won't stand by and watch someone die."

The candle flame popped, and the two people's intertwined shadows swayed gently on the wall.

"Okay."

Song Yuesheng raised his face.

Her plain face was so close to him that Shen Qihe's breathing stagnated and he took a half step back.

next moment.

The woman in front of me suddenly stopped smiling and looked so dignified, as if she had become a different person.

"Thank you for your hard work, Doctor Shen."

The voice was cold and distant, completely different from the one just now.

Immediately afterwards, hurried footsteps were suddenly heard outside the door.

"Doctor Shen, the medicine is ready. Can you check if there is anything wrong?"

The imperial guards rushed in with medicine bags, bringing in a gust of cold wind.

Shen Qihe turned his head subconsciously, but his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Song Yuesheng's back as he left with a basin of water.

Who would have thought that the former legitimate daughter of the general's mansion... would be so sensitive to the movements around her.

**

Maochu the next day.

The sky is slightly bright and the snow is reflected on the window.

Wen Yu woke up in an unfamiliar warmth, his forehead still aching slightly.

He subconsciously raised his hand, but touched a strand of scattered black hair beside the pillow.

It doesn't belong to him.

Moving his eyes downward, he saw Song Yuesheng sleeping lightly on the edge of the bed, his plain white sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a section of his slender arms.

She was still clutching his sleeve in one hand, and holding a half-wet handkerchief in the other.

It was as if he fell asleep because he was extremely tired.

Fragments of memories came flooding back: the cold palace walls on a snowy night, being thrown into the snow by her in public, and that moment of trance...

He was about to pull back his sleeve when Song Yuesheng suddenly woke up.

The sharp cold light in those peach blossom eyes flashed away, and then turned into false joy: "You woke up?"

She tried to stand up, but stumbled because her legs were numb.

Wen Yu watched her force a smile and sit back on the bed, placing her cold fingers on his forehead.

"Thank God, the fever is finally gone."

Song Yuesheng let out a long sigh, with obvious dark circles under his eyes.

She didn't want to bother with this matter last night.

After feeding her the medicine, she went to the side couch. Unexpectedly, the sparrow spirit who was watching her called her frantically, saying that he was sweating a lot on his face and talking in his sleep.

For the sake of her own life, she had to stay put.

Wen Yu's deep gaze fell on her face. He suddenly grabbed her wrist and lowered his head to bite it hard.

"hiss--"

Song Yuesheng gasped, "Let go!"

The force between the teeth increased instead. She could feel the warm lips pressed against her skin, and the sharp pain spread along her wrist.

There was blood seeping out.

Song Yuesheng was so angry that she grabbed his scattered hair and pulled it back.

"Wen Yu, I didn't sleep well. I took care of you all night. I didn't expect you to thank me, but you treated me like this? Even an ungrateful person is not as cruel as you."

Ouch.

The true dog emperor!

Wen Yu was forced to raise his head, and even though his head hit, he still didn't let go.

Song Yuesheng sneered angrily: "Okay, bite people, right?"

She increased the force in her hands, pulling his scalp so hard that it hurt. "Should I still praise your good teeth? Do you want me to find you another bone to grind your teeth on?!"

"What sin have I committed that I should take care of you? I..."

Wen Yu didn't say anything, just watched her lose her temper with his deep black eyes.