After the rebirth, the queen took the Meiqiang tragedy script

Chapter 79 Mourning Hall
When it was near Zishi, the Jingshou Palace was brightly lit.

The Department of Ulcers in the Imperial Hospital has always been a partial department in the palace, and there are not many people in it. Since the establishment of the hospital, it has never been so busy as it is today.

Starting from the treatment of the Imperial Army that was brought down from the East Gate in the afternoon, until now, several doctors and medical staff have not even had a decent meal.

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

Several doctors were sighing, and they couldn't help feeling the reincarnation of heaven in their hearts, and now they are required to make up all the water they have drawn in the past.

"Is your life in danger, Mister?" Ye Qinghuai would ask every time a doctor came out of the room.

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

"Your Majesty, don't be restless, Mr. Lu is a lucky man." Aunt Fanghua persuaded.

Only then did Ye Qinghuai stop pacing back and forth, and sat down on the chair in the main hall.

She was silent for a while, then asked, "Where's Li Baoquan?"

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

Ye Qinghuai paused, and said, "Is it in Yichun Palace?"

Aunt Fanghua nodded, her expression heavy.

At this moment, Zhou Shouyi came out from the room, wiping his hands with a clean towel.

Ye Qinghuai immediately stood up and asked, "Grandpa Zhou, how is it?"

After Zhou Shouyi wiped his hands, he raised his head and looked at Ye Qinghuai's left shoulder first. 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 Qinghuai first. Yan Chen, now a palm-sized light-colored blood oozes from the bandage wrapped around his shoulder.

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

Seeing Zhou Shouyi like this, Ye Qinghuai felt relieved.If Lu Yanchen was in danger of his life, he would not have this look.

"Auntie, please tell the small kitchen to cook some rice porridge and make it a little bit softer."

Aunt Fanghua responded and left.Ye Qinghuai sat down in the back room, took off the cloak she was wearing, and revealed the bandaged wound.

"Most of Mr. Lu's body was covered with bruises and whip wounds, especially the whip wound on his chest. He was beaten with a barbed whip. The injury was serious and took time. There was a danger of sores. There were 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 wound.

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

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

After finishing speaking, he held a plaster covered with green ointment in one hand, and said to Ye Qinghuai, "Be patient."

As soon as Ye Qinghuai nodded, he covered her wound with ointment.

A dense needle-pricking sensation covered the shoulders, numbness and pain, and bean-sized beads of sweat appeared on Ye Qinghuai's forehead.

After a while, the acupuncture sensation subsided, and there was a slight coolness on the shoulders, which made me feel much more comfortable.

Zhou Shouyi helped her put on the middle coat and outer robe.

Ye Qinghuai thought in her heart that the knife wound should have been caused by fighting inside the Donglin Gate. As for the whips and bruises, she might have been punished.

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

"The wound has been treated, and he passed out. I'm afraid he'll have a fever tonight." After speaking, Zhou Shouyi added, "I'll stay here and take a good rest."

Ye Qinghuai nodded perfunctorily, and said, "Grandpa Zhou is working hard. I'm going to Yichun Palace. If there is any situation, sir, let someone report it quickly."

After finishing speaking, she hung her arms around her neck and walked out quickly.

Zhou Shou tried to persuade him, but finally he just opened his mouth and didn't speak.

He knew it was useless to persuade him.
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Yichun Palace.

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

Funeral banners were hung in Yichun Palace from the gate to the main hall, all white flowers, it looked very bleak in the middle of the night.

The main entrance of the main hall was open, and a large sandalwood coffin was placed in the main hall, with four white candles burning at the four corners of the coffin.On the altar in the center is an exquisite tablet, with white candles lit in front of the tablet, offering melons and fruits.

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

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

"See Your Majesty, why is Your Majesty here?" Li Baoquan asked.

"Let me take a look, you 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 so quiet that everything seemed to be still.Ye Qinghuai looked up at the spirit tablet, which was engraved with Chen Lan's name.

"Qin Yang, you can stay here to accompany her tonight." Ye Qinghuai raised her hand, lightly touched the edge of the coffin, and quickly withdrew her hand.

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

Ye Qinghuai nodded hastily, and left the main hall, she didn't even dare to look up at him.

Until last night, Yichun Palace was still where she stayed. Who would have imagined that it would become a mourning hall overnight.

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

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

According to the Department of Punishment, Qin Baozhu was dressed like a cook when she was arrested, presumably she was busy cooking here at the time.

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

A familiar smell hits my face.

Inside the pot is a pot of braised beef that has been completely cold. It seems that the stove has been left unattended. It has been overcooked, and the soup has been dried up, and it has solidified into burnt brown and stuck to the bottom of the pot.

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

Ye Qinghuai will never forget.

She suddenly remembered that when she left Yichun Palace this morning, Qin Baozhu told her with a happy smile to remember to come back at noon, and she cooked braised beef for her.

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

If it wasn't for cooking for her, Qin Baozhu might not be wearing the cook's clothes.If so, will the Department of Punishment be afraid, and will the ending be different?
Ye Qinghuai didn't know either.

She only knows that she will never eat the best braised beef in the world, the kind of food that smells like fireworks in ordinary people's homes, in her life.

Ye Qinghuai's shoulders shrugged slightly.She told herself in her heart, not to cry, not to be weak, she tried her best to suppress the surging emotions in her chest, but the tears still couldn't stop falling, drop by drop, hitting the cold stove.

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

(End of this chapter)