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The twenty-third day of the winter lunar month is the Winter Laurel Festival in Zhaoling.
The snowstorm had just passed, and everyone in the court was still busy with disaster relief. Song Wan originally thought that the Winter Laurel Festival would not be held this year. Unexpectedly, the palace sent someone to the Duke's Mansion to deliver the news that the Winter Laurel Festival would be held as normal, and invited Wei Yuan and Wei Heng went to attend together.
There is no problem for Wei Yuan to participate in the Winter Laurel Festival, but Wei Heng's physical condition is not good.
Since returning to the palace that day, his coughing has not stopped. He does not go out during the day, but hides in the house to sleep. He has to put several heaters under the quilt. This is even more exaggerated than when Song Wan was afraid of the cold. .
Mr. Qi changed a lot of medicinal materials for Wei Heng to take a medicinal bath, but they were not very effective. He was so worried that his hair seemed to be falling out. He sighed all day long, but Wei Heng didn't care much, as if his body was not alive. It doesn't have much to do with him.
The wound on Song Wan¡¯s hand quickly scabbed over, and after hesitating again and again, he couldn¡¯t help but say to Mr. Qi: ¡°Why don¡¯t you try using my blood as a medicine?¡±
Mr. Qi stared at her as if she were a ghost: "Little girl, do you think you are a god descending to earth?"
Song Wan said softly: "Maybe it is useful. I had a drop of blood from a smallpox patient in my eye before, but I did not contract smallpox. After His Highness the Prince used my blood to make medicine, he did not contract smallpox either."
Mr. Qi spat and said, "It's not your blood that's good, it's the medicine I prepared that's good."
Song Wan was surprised. She didn¡¯t remember seeing Mr. Qi at all. She asked doubtfully, ¡°Mr. Qi, have I ever taken the medicine you prepared before?¡±
Mr. Qi was nonchalant and said, "Didn't I tell you, old man, that there were three pills in total? The old man sold one, the kid ate one, and the remaining one was in your stomach."
Mr. Qi did say this before, but Song Wan didn't expect that the old friend he mentioned was from the Song family.
"Does the old gentleman know my father?"
"It's hard to say we know each other. I just received a small favor from him." The old man didn't want to go into details, fearing that Song Wan would repay the favor, so he quickly added, "That pill is enough to repay his favor." , don¡¯t think about anything else.¡±
Song Wan nodded and said: "This medicine is extremely precious. The old gentleman is willing to give it to me. It is already a great favor. Ah Wan will not ask the old gentleman for anything more."
The old man snorted and said, "I guess you still have some conscience."
After saying that, I continued to think about improving the prescription.
Song Wan's mind unconsciously recalled that when Chu Yichen came to the camp to collect blood, he said that it was Song Qingfeng who told Zhao Ying that his blood was different from ordinary people's and that he could be used as a medicine man.
Song Qingfeng had watched her grow up, and he was probably the only one in the world who knew that Song Wan had taken the medicine made by Mr. Qi, and that the blood on his body could prevent and cure the smallpox virus. Wei Heng really asked the old man to come to Hanjing at this time. Just a coincidence?
If not, what are Wei Heng and Song Qingfeng plotting? Did Wei Yuan also know about Wei Heng and Song Qingfeng's plan from the beginning?
The more Song Wan thought about it, the more foggy her eyes became, but as Gu Yanting said, she couldn't know the whole truth until the dust settled.
So Song Wan didn¡¯t go to Wei Heng and Wei Yuan to ask anything because of these speculations. If they wanted to say something, they should have told her long ago.
The Winter Laurel Festival is here in the blink of an eye.
Although Gu Yanting gave Song Wan clothes, Wei Yuan still had several new clothes made for her.
Knowing that she was afraid of the cold, her clothes were made very thickly, and she even had a thick cloak similar to Wei Heng's style, but the color was peach pink, and it looked like it was for girls.
They didn¡¯t treat Song Wan as a subordinate, but more like their own sister.
Song Wan was going to enter the palace as Wei Heng's personal maid. On the day of Winter Laurel Festival, she got up early, packed up and went to Xize Courtyard. Unexpectedly, Wei Heng also got up early for the first time.
When Song Wan arrived, Wei Heng had already put on his clothes. When he saw Song Wan going out, he waved and said, "Come here."
Song Wan saw that he was holding a large cloak in his hand, and he walked over to help him fasten the belt.
Wei Heng is much taller than Song Wan, so Song Wan has to stand on tiptoes to help him tie the belt.
The distance between the two people has narrowed, but there is no ambiguity at all, because Wei Heng's eyes are clear and clear, with a kind of reassuring tenderness, very much like Song Qingfeng in the past.
After fastening the belt, Song Wan stepped away. Wei Heng stared at the cloak on her for a long time, his eyes slightly curved, and said: "I thought this color would be a bit gaudy before, but I didn't expect it to look good on you. "
Song Wan has fair skin and fair facial features.?, I heard that Miss Chu competed in archery with her little sister during the autumn hunting, and she was very courageous and made an archery target for her. "
Wei Yuan was not here, so when Wei Heng mentioned her, his tone became a little proud.
Chu Ruoqi's expression became a little stiff, and when she spoke again, her words were mixed with resentment, and she said, "Miss Wei is the queen of the general family. Even the prince can't compare to her, so naturally I can't compare to her."
Chu Ruoqi made a pun, not only saying that Wei Yuan was too masculine, but also saying that Wei Heng was not even as good as a woman.
Wei Heng nodded and said, "It's good that Miss Chu has such self-awareness. Don't overestimate your capabilities and ask for trouble this Winter Laurel Festival."
Chu Ruoqi was so angry that she bit her lip and glared at Wei Heng angrily. The maid was afraid that she would jump up and fight with Wei Heng, so she called out in a low voice: "Miss."
Chu Ruoqi gave the maid a slap with her backhand, taking the opportunity to vent her anger: "What are you still standing there for? Don't you see that the prince doesn't like us staying here?"
The two maids hurriedly helped Chu Ruoqi leave.
When Chu Ruoqi walked away, Wei Heng said lightly: "She can't even compare to a hair of Wei Yuan."
Being an older brother naturally feels that his sister is the best girl in the world.
After waiting for a while, the palace personnel brought the heater. Song Wan accompanied Wei Heng and continued walking up, finally arriving at the palace at a quarter past noon.
The palace attendant immediately stepped forward to guide the way and kept saying, "How are you, Your Highness? Are you tired after climbing such a high mountain?"
There is still snow on the mountain that has not yet melted, and it is colder than halfway up the mountain. Wei Heng buried half of his face in the cloak and answered in a low voice: "It's okay, I'm not tired."
The palace man immediately replied, "That's good. I can see that His Highness's face looks much better than before."
Wei Heng and Song Wan are both here for the first time, and this palace official may also be seeing them for the first time. There is nothing to compare them with before.
But everyone likes to hear auspicious words, so Song Wan gave the palace man a silver ingot as a reward, and the palace man thanked him profusely.
The palace was very large. After going around two turns, Gu Yanting came towards him with seven or eight imperial guardsmen.
During these days, Gu Yanting went to Tingwei Mansion to see Song Wan every night, but he never told Song Wan that he would be responsible for arranging patrols during the Winter Laurel Festival.
The captain's uniform on his body was brand new, and the armor on his shoulders, elbows, and knees reflected a cold light. Gu Yanting's back was straight, his face was tense, and a mountain-like and powerful aura hit his face.
Song Wan didn¡¯t feel scared, and his mind was still distracted, remembering the scene where he and Zhao Li were racing on the school field at the Queen Mother¡¯s birthday party.
He faced the light and sat firmly on the horse. The horse's two front hooves were raised high. In the hustle and bustle, he should have the same expression as now.
??Cold and solemn, it makes people unable to see the joy and anger.
Song Wan was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that his eyes were always fixed on Gu Yanting. Gu Yanting led the people to them without squinting, but did not pass them by. Instead, he stopped in front of them. Down.
"I have met the crown prince."
Gu Yanting bowed his hands to Wei Heng, and Wei Heng nodded in response.
Gu Yanting looked at Song Wan again and asked seriously: "What are you looking at?"
He asked openly and openly, without any intention of avoiding suspicion. Song regained his composure, his face suddenly became hot, and he opened his eyes and said innocently: "Slave I don't have any!"
The imperial guards and the palace servants who led the way all turned back to look at Song Wan, and Wei Heng also looked at Song Wan with interest.
Song Wanru had a thorn on his back, and he wanted to dig a hole in the ground, and reiterated again: "I really don't have any slaves."
Gu Yanting still didn¡¯t look away, and said after a moment: ¡°Pink matches you very well, you look good.¡±
After saying that, he took the people away and continued patrolling.
Wei Heng seemed to have seen something funny, so he chuckled, and the person who led the way immediately flattered him and said, "This lady's cloak is indeed very beautiful."
Song Wan¡¯s face was so hot that, like Wei Heng, most of his face was buried in the cloak, leaving only a pair of watery eyes exposed.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The palace people directly led Wei Heng to his residence, and soon someone delivered hot meals.
Before the meal was finished, Zhao Yi sent someone to invite Wei Heng to play chess.
Wei Heng refused directly, soaked his feet and then lay down to sleep.
Song Wan also took a nap, but his heart was tense. Song Wan only slept for one stick of incense before he woke up. Just as he was about to help Wei Heng change the heater, Zhao Ying sent someone to invite Wei Heng to enjoy the snow scenery.
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