Legitimate Daughter, Precious Phoenix - C273 First letter

When Song Qingyu returned to his room, he unexpectedly received many gifts. Some people were sent over by Chen Fei, while others were sent over by Physician Zhang Si.

It just so happened that Song Qingyu went out, and everything was displayed on the table in the inner room. The table was not large and there were layers of gifts piled up on it.

Ming Zhu’s eyes curved in delight. Seeing that Song Qingyu had returned, she immediately pulled him into the room and began to talk about the present.

Song Qingyu pursed his lips, showing no joy at all. Qing Qing only glanced at him indifferently before she sat down in front of the dressing table. She took off her hairpin and ambrosia without even looking at them once.

Song Qingyu had expected this to happen.

Chen Fei was good at using people, so she would naturally give her some benefits. As for these doctors, they were scared by her warning and now they were trying to curry favor with her, hoping that she wouldn’t mind.

When he saw her, he was both surprised and happy. Carefully counting the things in the room, he turned to Song Qingyu and asked, “Doctor, Imperial Concubine Chen has given you a box of jewelry, as well as some expensive supplements. This servant thought for a bit, then placed the tonic inside the Medicine Pavilion, while the jewelry was placed in the drawer next to it. Doctor, what do you think? ”

Song Qingyu did not stop because of this, he only thought for a bit, then said, “That’s it. As for the items that the other doctors had sent over, they were all placed in the Medicine Pavilion. In the afternoon of the next day, you can choose some proper gifts and send them back. ”

Song Qing Yu thought that they had sent a present and were waiting for her reply. She had to hold them up for a while and make it difficult for them to eat and sleep.

Ah Wan agreed, grateful for Song Qingyu’s trust, so she didn’t give Song Qingyu any trouble.

April passed like water.

It was May.

Song Qingyu received the first letter from Zuo Linyi. The letter was not signed, but was sent by Mu Quan for Song Qingyu’s inspection.

Just like before, it was filled with Zuo Linyi’s daily activities, as well as some interesting things on the road.

Originally, the journey was difficult, but Song Qing Yu felt much more relaxed after seeing it. No one around him was suffering for him now. He wrote a reply and told Mu Quan to send it back.

Mu Quan looked at Song Qingyu’s calligraphy pen and only left three words.

I know.

Mu Quan frowned and opened his mouth, but felt that it was inappropriate. In the end, after hesitating for a while, he agreed and said a few words of greeting. Then he left with a bow.

Song Qing and Yu stood up and bowed. He asked A’Wan to send him off.

The room quieted down, leaving only Ming Zhu by Song Qingyu’s side, gently waving a fan.

Song Qingyu turned and looked outside. The scorching wind was blowing gently from the window. The thin curtain blowing the light from the window fluttered, and the leaves and leaves swayed gently. The bird on the branch cried out a few times, and with the blowing of the branch, it flew up to the eaves again.

Song Qingyu had been busy these past few days with his work. He could not read the words on the book, so he wasted a lot of time. At first, he was upset, but after seeing the scene outside, he felt much more comfortable.

Fang Yunshan busied herself with walking between the Sage Storage Palace and the Sinker’s Cave, while the other doctors busied themselves with the assessment.

In the blink of an eye, the day of the assessment had arrived.

Originally the tenth day of the examination, Song Qingyu had also left early in the morning. It was the temporary storage palace’s Yue Cai who had suddenly gotten into trouble, urgently asking for the Imperial Physician.

Both Doctor Fu and Doctor Liu had gone, and the matter of the assessment had changed to untimely one. He had gotten someone to come back early.

It was still early when he returned, so it wasn’t too late to go after lunch.

Song Qingyu was not anxious. A few days ago, when Fang Yunshan came back at night, she had specially sent over some basic medical books. Song Qing and Yu were busy creating a stone, so they didn’t worry too much about it.

Yang Ziru would take care of Yang Ziqin when she returned from the empress’s place, and would stay at Xin Xin Vault for the night. As a result, Song Qing and Yu hadn’t visited Yang Ziqin since that day, but Fang Yunshan brought news every night.

Now Yang Ziqin was well, but her tongue was cut off and she could no longer speak.

Yang Zi Ru accompanied him everyday, and she was in a good mood. After eating the pastries made by Song Qingyu that day, he would take a break every day and learn how to make pastries. Today, the pastries were made in an even more exquisite manner.

She was a gentle person to begin with, so she had to restrain her temper and recover quickly.

Li Yi did not accept the pastries given to him that day, and Song Qingyu gave them to Chen Yiping. He was fond of sweets, so he didn’t mind the small details and accepted it instead.

On the contrary, Song Qingyu did not have the same love for sweets as before. Things that were too beautiful would make people numb. Therefore, Song Qingyu often drank tea, and gradually grew to like it more and more.

After Yang Ziqin learned how to make pastries, he would deliver pastries every day. Song Qingyu had tasted some at the beginning and felt that the taste was very good. That day, he coincidentally came back with a box of pastries. Seeing that Immersed Words liked it, he instead sent the pastries out.

Immoveable liked it very much.

From then on, she let Yang Ziru know that Yang Ziru was angry, and Song Qingyu handed over the cake that Yang Ziqin had painstakingly made. From then on, every day when Yang Ziqin brought the pastries over, she would send them directly from the middle to Immersed Yan Ping.

He didn’t mind.

Song Qingyu thought that this was interesting.

As he was thinking, Ming Zhu came in from outside, pulled up the curtain, and stood in the cubicle between the middle hall and the inner room. He asked, “Miss, Pure Blue from the Storage Hall requests an audience.”

Song Qingyu’s eyes widened slightly as he glanced at Ming Zhu. He couldn’t help but wonder in his heart why those from the Hall of Storage were looking for her. Song Qingyu’s eyes moved slightly as he thought that the person who would come would only be Yue Zhencai’s man.

Song Qing Yu turned around and nodded his head. He was still holding the brush in his hand. Thinking about this, Song Qing Yu’s left hand pulled up the sleeve of his right hand and his right hand moved forward. He was thinking of putting the brush back into its original position.

A sound came from the curtain. Song Qingyu saw from the mirror on the dressing table that the first person to come was Ming Zhu, followed by a smart young palace maid who was about fourteen years old. She had a pair of crescent moon shaped eyes.

The young palace maid came to the room, without saying a word, she scanned the room, and quickly looked at Song Qingyu, smiling as she bowed, “I am Pure Qing from the Storage Hall, under the order of Yue Zhenren, I request the Song Division’s doctor to prepare a pill for me.”

Song Qingyu frowned slightly, and his strange expression was quickly drowned out by gentleness. She nodded and motioned for the maid to get up.

The young palace maid gave a sweet smile and handed a piece of paper to Song Qingyu. She then blinked as she looked at Song Qingyu and said, “Doctor Si is really good-looking and has a good temper. No wonder we recommended you to stay at the Palace. “When I see her today, I wish that I could serve her with the imperial physician in the future. It’s so good.

Serving talents together?

When Ming Zhu heard that, he suddenly frowned in displeasure and reprimanded in a stern voice, “Miss Su Qing, you spoke too early. Besides, the doctor is different from you, he’s not a palace maid, and he’s not a servant. “How can you talk to a doctor like that without any rules or rules?”