Yang Jingchang's female disciple, the Imperial Doctor, is familiar with him.

They did not come to Song Yuan’s house at all times, and they took turns to come over regularly, and the rest were on duty at the Imperial Hospital.

When there is no need for consultation or not on duty in the Song family, and some medicines need to be delivered, Yang Jingchang will ask his disciples to come. Everyone is familiar with the frequent visits for three or four days.

The person who studies medicine is pretty good. Sometimes he will help him when he comes. Today, he happened to meet Mrs. Song's illness. She will definitely stay to see if she needs help.

The imperial physicians nodded to her, and Yang Jingchang signaled her to come over and said, "Wait." Let's go together after the matter is over.

The cicada Yi stood behind Yang Jingchang, shaking hands and lowering her head, and the wailing of Song and Yuan dynasties continued to come.

Few men cried in front of them, let alone burst into tears. The imperial physicians sighed softly. As imperial physicians, they had different impressions of the Song and Yuan dynasties from outside officials. They saw the Song and Yuan dynasties at home.

Some of them have been following Mrs. Song for nearly ten years. How did Mrs. Song treat Mrs. Song? The medicines they use are rare and rare. It takes more effort to cook and serve them carefully. They know the most. Mrs. Song’s life is really the ten years that the Song Yuan and Song Ying worked hard for the rest of their hearts.

It is said that the high officials and powerful officials of the Song and Yuan dynasties were exchanged for their lives, but in their opinion, if possible, the Song and Yuan dynasties were willing to exchange their high officials and powerful officials and powerful officials for their lives, and they were willing to exchange their wives and daughters for their lives.

No one believes it if they say it out. If it weren't for their own experiences over the years, they wouldn't have believed it themselves.

People can't explain clearly.

The imperial physicians stood quietly in the yard, listening to the wailing of the men inside, and the sadness of the people in the yard, and they were used to separation from life and death.

It is hard to suppress the sadness of people passing away, but there is still a lot of things to do. Soon Song Ying summoned the manager to arrange the funeral of Mrs. Song. Because Song and Yuan despise the inauspiciousness, they were not prepared for funeral supplies. However, with the power of Song and Yuan dynasties, this was not a problem, and they were just a little busy.

The flowers and willows in the house were removed. Although Song's house was busy, it was soon organized as before. The guards of the Song family instantly increased the three levels. In the busyness, the guards were more strict. Song Ying brought Song Huzi to the front house to thank the officials who came to comfort him.

Seeing Song Ying calmly arranged various matters, Song Yuan, the owner of the Song family, was like a child, crying and unable to take care of himself. Although it was not suitable for poor children to use them here for a long time, the care was similar. No matter how much the officials present looked down on Song Yuan on weekdays, they also put away their laughter. For the sake of this daughter and a fool, they helped to handle the funeral as an official or uncle.

The funeral of a red-robed official's family was not a trivial matter, and soon the entire court became busy.

It was not until dusk that Song Ying sat down to rest, and the imperial physicians were invited.

When Yang Jingchang and others came over, the room was a little lively.

Song Yuan was waiting for Mrs. Song to cry, and seven or eight servants accompanied her to grieve. Outside, Song Ying sat in a small compartment to coax Song Huzi to have a meal. Song Huzi sat among a bunch of toys, playing while making a fuss. Song Ying skillfully and patiently played with him to feed him while feeding him.

Although I don’t understand Mrs. Song’s death, I was probably disturbed by the crying over there. Song Huzi was even more irritable than before. From time to time, he let out a few roars, and he raised his hand and knocked over the bowl in Song Ying’s hand.

The soup and rice spilled all over Song Ying. The maids and servants rushed forward to wipe it. Song Ying cleaned up briefly, but did not change her clothes, and picked up a bowl of rice again... This kind of thing is common, and more food is warmed on the small stove next to it.

"I'm sorry for everyone to worry about it for so long." Song Ying said to the imperial physicians while feeding them.

The imperial physicians bowed and sighed, asking Song Ying to mourn.

"I'm fine." Song Ying said, with a calm expression. He picked up a handkerchief to wipe the corner of Song Huzi's mouth. "Next, everyone doesn't have to come here like before. After the mother is buried, I will send a thank-you gift to you.

The imperial physicians thanked again. With Miss Song here, they would not be vented.

"However, I have to trouble you all these days. Two or three people come to my house every day." Song Ying said, looking at it, "I'm afraid my father can't hold on."

The imperial physicians agreed in unison.

"Please rest assured, Miss, we will make arrangements." Yang Jingchang said.

Song Ying nodded and said, "It's getting late, you've spent a day, go back." He reached out and took the broken half of the toy from Song Huzi's mouth, and whispered to persuade him, wielding his hands and face.

Yang Jingchang and others bowed and said, "Chan Yi was not qualified to come in and stood by the door." At this time, he also retreated. Suddenly, Song Ying spoke again.

"Doctor Yang." She said, "I will keep your female apprentice for a few days."

Cicada Yi? Yang Jingchang has a tense position.

The other doctors understood and took the initiative to speak, "Yes, Lord Song has arranged someone, and Miss Song also needs to leave someone to serve him."

Song Yuan was so sad that he was exhausted. Although Song Ying did not cry so much, he was even more exhausted to take care of himself. It was convenient for a female doctor to follow him closely.

Yang Jingchang nodded and responded, turned around and called the aunt. The doctors moved aside and looked at the girl standing by the door.

The cicada serpent stepped in.

"My aunt, I'll trouble you for a few days." Song Ying said.

Although Chanyi rarely comes to Mrs. Song when she comes to Song's house, she knows Song Ying after all.

"I dare not." Chanyi bowed, looked up at Song Ying, and nodded seriously, "I will take good care of the lady."

Song Ying nodded and continued to tidy up Song Huzi's clothes and whisper to him. That's all, leave a female apprentice for some trivial matters without saying much. The imperial physicians retreated, and the cicada style was sent out, and did not follow him, standing by the door.

Yang Jingchang looked at her and said, "Then... ask more questions if you don't understand, don't take your own initiative."

Chanyi nodded and smiled and said, "Master, don't worry, I know."

The other doctors laughed and said, "Old Yang, don't worry, your disciple is better than the blue."

"Don't worry, we are there." Another imperial physician comforted him.

Yang Jingchang smiled and said, "She hasn't left the army yet, so I want to give advice." After glanced at Chanyi, he followed the doctors out without saying anything.

White lanterns were hung in front of the door of the Song house, and armor guarded them layer by layer. In the twilight, there was no slight chaos in front of the door, and everyone entering and leaving was severely searched.

Yang Jingchang handed over the door sign of Song's house, so it would be less casual to enter again. He looked back and got on the carriage and left. The other doctors in the carriage got off along the way until Yang Jingchang was left in the carriage. His face slowly calmed down along the way.

This matter is reasonable and unreasonable.

The Song family held a funeral and left a female doctor to serve her reasonably.

It's just...Cicada clothes...

Yang Jingchang's hands were rubbed on his knees, thinking about what Chanyi said, I heard Mrs. Song as soon as I entered the door... Thinking about Mrs. Song's sudden death, thinking about the doctors' silence... Alas, Yang Jingchang felt depressed, as if there was something but he had no clue.

How do you explain to Xue Qing?

Xue Qing explained to him clearly the reason why Chanyi came to the capital. It was a letter written with medicine juice. It was soaked in water and was selected by Zong Zhou to enter the palace. He died because of death. Chanyi was dead and the young lady was born again. Please let her stay by her side and be free.

But now, the sage left his side and entered the Song house. It was the Song house. If it was not allowed, even if it was wings, it would not fly out.

Yang Jingchang rubbed his knees and saw through the window of the car curtains blown by the wind. He thought of Xue Qing, how is Xue Qing now? It is said that he almost died...

Winter is coming soon, and there are a lot of people dying in this capital.

......

......

"Is someone dead again?"

Xue Qing, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes and spoke.

No more words were spoken, and a piece of cut pear was put into your mouth.

"Young Master, is it cold?" asked the maid sitting at the head of the bed.

Xue Qing crunched and said vaguely: "It's not cold or cold, it's just a little smaller, it's inconvenient to chew."

The maid responded and cut the pear pieces on the plate into smaller pieces again.

Mr. Si Brown muttered vaguely on the side.

Xue Qing closed his eyes and said, "Speak human words."

Mr. Si Bro swallowed the pear block in his mouth, raised his head from the maid's leg, and said, "Your mouth is not injured, it's almost the same, extravagant."

Xue Qing raised his hand and shook it in front of him, saying, "Sir, have you ever seen such a kind of extravagant person full of injuries?"

Mr. Si Broo coughed lightly and said, "If a person is unlucky...what, do you know who is dead?"

Xue Qing said: "Whoever dies? I'm fine." He opened his mouth to catch another piece of pear and nodded, "It's not bad."

The maid smiled happily.

"You have notified all those who should be notified?" Xue Qing asked, looking at Mr. Si Brown lying on another bed next to the window. A maid feeds fruit in front and the other pounds her legs behind.

Mr. Sihuang said: "All the letters you wrote have been sent, don't worry, you see that they haven't come to see you."

Xue Qing sighed lightly and said, "Just let them know that I am safe. Don't come to see me. I am not safe here."

After the words came, both of them suddenly stood up.

"Clean up," said Mr. Sige.

The three maids got out of bed in a panic and skillful manner. They quickly tidied up their wrinkled clothes, put the fruit plate into the food box beside them, one stood in the corner of the house and two stood in front of the table to pour tea and water...

"Young Master Qingzi, Lord Kang is here." Qishu's voice sounded outside.

The maid standing in the corner of the house stepped forward and opened the door. Kang Dai stepped in, looked at the old man sitting by the bed with his eyes closed and frowned and taking his pulse, and then looked at the young man with a pale face lying on the bed...

"Mr. Ouyang, how is he?" Kang Dai asked in a low voice.

Mr. Si Bro opened his eyes and said in a whisper: "Not really, the good wine and meat I sent last time... I'll give you more tonics."

Although the treatment method is a bit strange, the prime minister said everything and listened to him. Kang Dai responded, and Xue Qing opened his eyes here.

The girls and Mr. Si Bro who were standing in the room to pour tea and water all retreated.

"Sir Kang, I'm much better." Xue Qing said.

Kang Dai said with concern: "The wife of Song and Yuan dynasties has passed away and she has been buried these days."

Mr. Si Le didn't finish his words. It turned out to be the wife of Song Yuan. Xue Qing said, but she had no impression. She said she had been sick and was about to die of death. However, she would not curse or gloat about innocent people. It's human beings.

Kang Dai paused and said, "Do you want to go and have a look?"

Hey? Xue Qing looked at him and said, "What does the prime minister mean?"
To be continued...