When the morning light was just bright, the little emperor was called to court.

Although officials interrupted the court meeting many times yesterday on the grounds that the emperor could not delay the emperor's meals and rest, and the emperor did not last all day, this was also because he had never been to court for so long, and he didn't know how many days it would last. It was terrible.

I wonder if they would ask the naked witness to come to court for a question today, which was barely fun. The little emperor cheered up and prepared to listen to the quarrel that he couldn't understand for a day, but just as the officials were about to enter the palace, there was news that the wife of Song and Yuan dynasties was not good.

"It's true or not fake?" Song Yuan asked with a frown.

This is no wonder that Song Yuan asked the ruthlessness. The officials around him knew that Mrs. Song was sick all the time and had to make trouble almost once or twice a year. She would always get used to it if she was frightened and suffered too much.

The person who replied was an imperial guard. The servants of the Song family could not enter and exit the palace at will. The imperial guard said, "It was Miss Song."

When Song Yuan's face changed suddenly when he heard the words "Miss Song" and his body trembled, he fell backwards. The officials around him hurriedly took it.

"Mr. Song."

"Please be careful, Lord Song."

"Go back and have a look."

Everyone said randomly.

Song Yuan looked pale and his steps were sloppy, murmured, "Go back, go back..." but he did not turn around, "Go to court, I will go to court today..."

The officials present looked different, laughed and admired. Song Yuan was really devoted to Qin Tan Gong...

On this side, Song Yuan was in vain, and on the other side, Qin Tan Gong sent someone to say that he was in good health today and that life and death were still a major matter. He asked Song Yuan to go home immediately. Other officials would go to help if they were not busy. Song Yuan had no relatives in the capital...

Song Yuan immediately covered his face and ran to kneel in front of Qin Tan Gong. Qin Tan Gong ordered him to go quickly again before leaving. Then many officials left, and the court was immediately empty.

How could this be done?

No matter how strong he has, it is useless. Wang Lieyang sneered. Can he avoid it? How long can he hide with this?

"But, is Song Yuan's wife really going to die?" Wang Lieyang asked, looking at Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng frowned and said, "I was critically ill before, but I have never summoned him back when I went to court."

"If you have such a man, you can't live long." Wang Lieyang said lightly, "God has eyes, your wife is dead, your son is stupid, your daughter is disabled, and you are embarrassed to live." After that, he left with his sleeves. Even if he didn't go to court, he still had to discuss what he should discuss.

Chen Sheng did not leave, looked at the direction outside the palace gate and looked dark. So suddenly, he knew about that...

This woman is pitiful.

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"That woman is really not good."

There was someone in Qin Tan Gong’s duty room.

Several officials here looked at each other and were not surprised.

"It's not good, it's a forced life. You should die early and be liberated sooner." They said calmly.

Qin Tan Gong gently stroked the table and said, "It's also a pity."

Is it pitiful? Several officials looked at each other and were pitiful. Her husband had such a large official and such power, but he had no blessing to be able to live up to it.

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There were people outside the Song house in a mess. The officials who came to visit were all in the front yard and the servants and maids stood in the corridor in the yard, sobbing with sobbing. The imperial physicians gathered in the room, but they were no longer diagnosed with illness.

"Sir, no, this breath is cut off and it can't be continued." An imperial physician whispered.

Song Yuan stood beside the bed, looking at Mrs. Song who seemed to be sleeping soundly with her eyes closed on the bed, and seemed to have not heard it.

The imperial physicians looked at each other with a little uneasy. Although Mrs. Song had been ill for so long and her life was hanging on the line for ten years, when the moment of death came, they were still not prepared, and Song Yuan was not prepared... Will they be vented? Just take it vented, just seek to save your life.

For a moment, most people did not dare to come forward and talk to Song Yuan again.

Yang Jingchang walked out and did not stand in front of Song Yuan, but walked to Song Ying, sighed lightly, and said softly: "Miss Yingying, put down the bowl."

Bowl? The imperial physicians looked at each other and saw that Song Ying was holding a covered bowl in his hand. They remembered it. Just now, the girls said that it was time for Mrs. Song to take medicine. Miss Song would come to serve and feed the medicine as usual, and people would react strangely when they were too stimulating.

Song Ying, who was standing by the bed, seemed to have realized this when she was reminded. She looked down at the cover bowl in her hand and said, "Yes, I haven't taken my medicine yet."

Yang Jingchang looked at her with a pity, stretched out his hand, and said, "I won't need to take it anymore. These medicines are actually very bitter."

Song Ying held the cover bowl and did not let go, and said, "It's bitter, so be happy to eat."

Her expression was as calm as ever, but some people were unacceptable to sadness and joy, and could not judge their state by sorrow and joy. Yang Jingchang held the cover bowl in her hand and said, "Whether it is bitter or not, whether it can be eaten or not is not something that people can decide. Miss, let it go." He grabbed the cover bowl hard.

Song Ying's hands were empty and subconsciously wanted to reach out.

"Miss Yingying, Mrs. Song is gone, you still have to take care of Lord Song and Young Master Song." Yang Jingchang said, "When you are filial and kind, you cannot be sad at will."

Song Ying saw him and smiled, shook her head: "No, I'm not sad, my mother is very happy to leave."

This is really sad and stupid... The indoor imperial physicians lamented and worried. Song Yuan in this family only listened to Song Ying. Song Ying was different from Song Yuan. She is rational, intelligent and wise, and she talks to her with worry and troubles. With her in her daily life, they do things smoothly and conveniently. If she loses her mind, it would be bad.

Although he did not speak to Song Yuan, the voice here still disturbed Song Yuan.

"Save people quickly! What are you doing? Do you want to die?" He suddenly burst out and shouted hysterically.

The imperial physicians in the room were startled...

"Dad." Song Ying walked over, grabbed Song Yuan's arm, and said, "It's not their fault, I was the one who harmed my mother."

This sentence was like a bucket of cold water pouring down from the beginning. The furious Song Yuan shuddered and grabbed Song Ying's arm with his back hand: "Yingying, what are you talking nonsense! This has nothing to do with you!"

Song Ying looked at Mrs. Song on the bed, still looking calm, and said, "Dad, you know."

Song Yuan seemed to be at a loss and said anxiously: "Don't talk nonsense, what does this have to do with you?" He was incoherent and suddenly beat his chest and stamped his feet, "What does it have to do with you? It's God, it's God's eyesless!" He burst into tears.

Song Ying didn't say anything anymore, looked at Song Yuan who was beating his chest and crying, and stood quietly beside the bed.

Yang Jingchang looked at the other imperial physicians, and everyone slowly retreated.

The servants and maids in the yard under the eaves heard Song Yuan crying inside, and they all knelt down and leaned over to the ground and cried loudly. For a moment, the crying of Song's house shook the sky.

"Don't worry, Miss Song is wise," said Yang Jingchang.

The imperial physicians nodded.

"It's also pitiful, I'm just one step late..." An imperial physician sighed again.

Yang Jingchang said: "Why did it happen suddenly today? It shouldn't be..."

Before he finished speaking, the several imperial physicians present changed their fear and waved at him repeatedly. Yang Jingchang was shocked and kept silent. Even if he had not been a doctor in Chang'an Prefecture for this period of time, he knew that some things could be said and some things could not be said about the patients.

My heart was pounding, and I couldn't help but be surprised, but what could be done in this Song House? My thoughts flashed and I was stunned. The servants in the yard were kneeling down, and there was a girl standing in a corner that was very conspicuous. That was...

"My aunt?" Yang Jingchang said in surprise, "Why are you here too?"

The girl stood under the tree, her body seemed to be shaking slightly, and her voice trembled.

"Master, before you go to the Imperial Hospital, I have prepared the medicine you ordered and brought it to Mrs. Song." She said.

Oh, yes, that's the case. Yang Jingchang came back to his senses and remembered it, and said, "Then why haven't you left yet?" Mrs. Song couldn't use medicine anymore and sighed.
Chapter completed!