After the rebirth, the empress took the tragic script of Meiqiang

Chapter 79 Mourning Hall

It was nearly midnight, and the lights in Jingshou Palace were brightly lit.

The ulcer department in Taiyuan Hospital has always been a partial department in the palace, with only a few people in total. It has never been as busy as it is today since the hospital was built.

From the time they treated the Imperial Guards who were brought down from Donglinmen in the afternoon, until now, several doctors and doctors have not even had a decent meal.

Now Zhou Shouyi called him to Jingshou Palace to help treat Lu Yanchen's injuries. Looking at his injuries, tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

Several doctors sighed, and couldn't help but lament the reincarnation of heaven. Now they are required to make up for all the water they have made in the past.

"Is your life in danger, sir?" Every time a doctor came out of the room, Ye Qinghuai would go up and ask.

No one answered her, they all hurried past with their heads lowered.

"Your Majesty, please be patient and calm. Mr. Lu is a good person and a good person." Aunt Fanghua advised from the side.

Ye Qinghuai then stopped pacing back and forth and sat down on the chair in the main hall.

She was silent for a while and then asked: "Where is Li Baoquan?"

"Eunuch Li is arranging the inner court to decorate Concubine Lan's mourning hall." Aunt Fanghua replied.

Ye Qinghuai paused and said, "Are you in Yichun Palace?"

Aunt Fanghua nodded, her expression heavy.

At this time, Zhou Shouyi walked out from the inner room, holding a clean hand towel and wiping his hands.

Ye Qinghuai immediately stood up and asked: "Grandpa Zhou, how are you?"

Zhou Shouyi finished wiping his hands and raised his head to look at Ye Qinghuai's left shoulder. When she came back, the wound on her shoulder was a little cracked. Zhou Shouyi wanted to stitch her up again, but she refused and insisted that he look at Lu first.

Yanchen, a palm-sized patch of light-colored blood seeped out from the bandage on his shoulder.

"Go inside." Zhou Shouyi couldn't help but push her towards another back room.

Seeing Zhou Shouyi like this, Ye Qinghuai felt relieved. If Lu Yanchen was worried about his life, he wouldn't be like this.

"Auntie, please tell the kitchen to cook some rice porridge and make it soft."

Aunt Fanghua left in response. Ye Qinghuai sat down in the back room, took off the cloak on his body, and exposed the bandaged wound.

"Mr. Lu has mostly bruises and whip wounds on his body, especially the whip wounds on his chest. He was hit with a barbed whip. The injuries were serious and the time was delayed. There is a risk of sores. There are also several stab wounds.

But the wounds are very shallow and have been treated, so there should be no serious problems." Zhou Shouyi reported to Ye Qinghuai while re-treating the wounds.

Ye Qinghuai hissed in pain, and then asked in surprise: "The knife wound is very shallow?"

"Yes, there are a few stab wounds on his arms and legs, but they are only on the skin. He is young and in good health. He should be healed in a few days with medicine."

After saying that, he held a plaster filled with green ointment in one hand and said to Ye Qinghuai: "Be patient."

As soon as Ye Qinghuai nodded, he completely covered the ointment on her wound.

A dense needle-pricking sensation filled his shoulders, numbness and pain, and large beads of sweat suddenly appeared on Ye Qinghuai's forehead.

After a while, the acupuncture sensation subsided, and I felt a slight chill on my shoulders, which made me feel much more comfortable.

Zhou Shou helped her put on her middle coat and outer robe.

Ye Qinghuai thought in his mind that the stab wounds should have been caused by fighting inside Donglinmen. As for the whip wounds and bruises, they were probably from punishment.

"How is he doing now?" Ye Qinghuai asked.

"The wounds have been treated, and the person has passed out. I'm afraid he will have a fever tonight." After saying that, Zhou Shouyi added, "I will stay here and you can have a good rest."

Ye Qinghuai nodded perfunctorily and said: "Thank you, Grandpa Zhou. I will go to Yichun Palace. If anything happens to you sir, please have someone come and report it as soon as possible."

After saying that, she hung her arms around her neck and walked out quickly.

Zhou Shouyi wanted to persuade him, but in the end he just opened his mouth and said nothing.

He knew that his persuasion was useless.

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Yichun Palace.

Because Qin Baozhu was promoted to the concubine, the mourning hall was decorated overnight according to the concubine's specifications.

Yichun Palace was hung with mourning flags from outside the door to the main hall, and the white flowers looked particularly desolate in the middle of the night.

The main door of the main hall is open. There is a large sandalwood coffin in the main hall. Four white candles are lit at the four corners of the coffin. There is an exquisite tablet on the altar table in the center. White candles are also lit in front of the tablet, and melons are offered.

fruit.

The mourning hall has been basically decorated, and only Li Baoquan and two young eunuchs are left in the yard busy with the finishing work.

Seeing Ye Qinghuai and Qin Yang, they put down their work and knelt down to salute.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?" Li Baoquan asked.

"I'm here to take a look, you guys are busy with your work." Ye Qinghuai walked straight to the main hall.

There was no one in the mourning hall, and there was no wind. It was as quiet as if everything had stopped. Ye Qinghuai raised his head and looked at the memorial tablet, which had Chen Lan's name engraved on it.

"Qin Yang, please stay here to accompany her tonight." Ye Qinghuai raised his hand, lightly touched the edge of the coffin, and quickly retracted his hand.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Qin Yang's voice was a little hoarse.

Ye Qinghuai nodded curtly and left the main hall. She didn't even dare to raise her head to look at him.

Until last night, Yichun Palace was the place where she stayed. Who would have thought that overnight, this place would become a mourning hall.

There are still piles of stones and tools in the corner of the yard, which were left behind when Qin Baozhu and Aunt Fanghua discussed expanding the small kitchen of Yichun Palace a few days ago.

Ye Qinghuai subconsciously walked into the small kitchen on the east side next to the courtyard door.

According to the Shenxing Division, Qin Baozhu was dressed like a cook when she was arrested. She must have been busy cooking here at the time.

Ye Qinghuai walked to the stove and opened the lid of the pot.

A familiar smell came to my face.

In the pot was a pot of braised beef that had gone completely cold. It was probably because the fire was left unattended and had overheated. The soup had dried up and solidified into a burnt brown color and stuck to the bottom of the pot.

But it's still the familiar taste of Ye Qinghuai. Qin Baozhu's exclusive secret recipe.

Ye Qinghuai will never forget it.

She suddenly remembered that when she left Yichun Palace this morning, Qin Baozhu had happily told her to come back at noon and she would cook braised beef for her.

For a moment, Qin Baozhu's frown and smile seemed to appear in front of her eyes. Ye Qinghuai supported the stove with one hand and lowered her head, feeling that her nose was sore.

If it wasn't for cooking for her, Qin Baozhu might not have worn the clothes of a cook. If so, would the Chief of Shenxing be wary, and would the outcome be different?

Ye Qinghuai didn't know either.

She only knew that she would never be able to eat the most delicious braised beef in the world, the kind of food that smelled like fireworks in ordinary people's homes.

Ye Qinghuai's shoulders shrugged slightly. She told herself in her heart that she couldn't cry or be weak. She tried hard to suppress the surging emotions in her chest, but the tears still couldn't stop falling, one drop at a time, hitting the cold face.

On the stove.

In the dark kitchen at midnight, the young emperor sobbed silently.

(End of chapter)