Song Jingran also suddenly realized the truth. He looked at her in surprise, as if he had recovered a glimmer of hope. He stood firm and replied to his previous tone: "You are here to take care of me, and no one is allowed to come in, I will go back."

As he said that, he hurried outside the house. Danpo watched him leave, hoping that the miracle doctor could give him expectations.

Song Jingran went straight to the so-called Linnan Hutong, and after inquiring, he finally found the residence of the miracle doctor.

With the huge word "Dixianju", the open door, the room seemed very quiet; Song Jingran did not care about etiquette and rushed in directly. There were only a few tables and chairs in the empty house, and he did not see the so-called miracle doctor.

"Is anyone here?" Song Jingran shouted tentatively.

The sound of an old man coughing came from the inner room, and then a man wearing a hat walked out, and the old voice said, "Please forgive me for not going to see a doctor today."

"No..." Song Jingran approached and bowed and said, "Please forgive me for being rude. After a few months, my dog's son was poisoned by someone. Now my life is in danger. I hope the miracle doctor will help me."

Song Jingran nodded and signaled that he had never prayed to others like he had grown up. If it weren't for the sake of his children, it would have been difficult for him to bow his head.

"Since it's in danger, I'm powerless, please come back, my son." The miraculous doctor said calmly.

"You..." Song Jingran was extremely anxious, and he was even more angry when he rejected it like this. However, if he asked others, he still controlled his emotions and said in a slight manner, "It is said that the miracle doctor has the skill of resurrection. I hope the miracle doctor will look at my child's young and move forward to take a look."

Perhaps it was moved by Song Jingran's eagerness to love his son, or perhaps there was something else, the miraculous doctor said, "I dare to ask what poison the young master is in the body?"

Song Jingran frowned. Because of his anxiety for a moment, he forgot to ask the doctor what poison it was. So he shook his head and said, "I don't know what poison it is, I only know it is a chronic poison."

"Since it is a chronic poison, I can't die for a while. Please come back first." The miraculous doctor still spoke in a calm voice, and then turned around and walked towards the inner room.

Song Jingran finally became angry and flew over to catch the miracle doctor, but he didn't expect the miracle doctor to be prepared and easily avoided it. Song Jingran was a little confused, so he took a few more moves. The miracle doctor did not fight back, but just avoided his tricks;

In a hurry, Song Jingran turned around quickly, reached out to pinch the doctor's clothes, and said angrily: "You have to go today, and you have to go if you don't go, you have to go if you don't. It's rude."

As he said that, he was about to force the miracle doctor away. He was just eager to save his son and did not care about anything else.

The miraculous doctor still said unhurriedly: "If the young master still wants to save his youngest son, it is best to let me go, otherwise the gods will also be treated."

Song Jingran looked at the miracle doctor inexplicably. Although he could not see his expression, at least he had to know his doubts at the moment.

"Young Master can take this medicine to the youngest son first, one pill a day, and come to find me in seven days." The miraculous doctor took out a small porcelain bottle from his waist and handed it on.

"Is this..." Song Jingran frowned, not even more unclear. He didn't know what poison the child was, so why did he prescribe medicine randomly, so he looked at the miracle doctor again with a puzzled look.

The miracle doctor did not say anything for a long time, and he had already said this. Song Jingran did not dare to collide, but did not dare to neglect. After taking the medicine bottle, even if he was a dead horse, he nodded and said, "I am in a hurry and rude manner. I hope the miracle doctor will forgive me."

"No." The miraculous doctor left his words and walked towards the inner room.

Song Jingran stared at his back in a daze, remembering the figure he had seen in front of the Jin Palace. The figure seemed to feel like it was a bit old at first sight, but the child was in danger and could not allow him to think so much, and then headed straight to the Song Palace.

Lin Xuan'er returned to the palace and went straight to her palace. After a day of wind and rain, her body became tired, and her body and mind became heavy and sad under the trauma of pain.

After hearing the instructions, the palace servant prepared a hot spring in the sea of ​​flowers. As the heat evaporated, Lin Xuan'er slightly relieved the tiredness on his body. The faint fragrance of flowers wrapped around his whole body, but he could not drive away the heavy weight in his body and mind.

She closed her eyes and wanted to find peace in the fragrance of flowers, but was entangled by the fragrance of flowers in the room, just like the thoughts in her mind, thousands of threads.

She was worried about whether Song Jingran's child could overcome the difficulties, and Yu Zixia took action and was Song Jingran's child. She was worried that if she was slaughtered in this way, it would not only be Song Jingran's child, but Song Jingran would be the last one to be killed;

Because Yu Zixia’s goal is herself, she must have wanted to see herself in pain;

Lin Xuan'er thought of this, from the timidity in her heart, she could no longer watch those who care about her leave one by one. If there was something unexpected happening to Song Jingran's children, she would never forgive herself in her life, and perhaps Song Jingran would not forgive either.

With the warmth of the room, Lin Xuan'er gradually trembled in the water. What should she do with all this...

After Gao Jin learned that Lin Xuan'er had returned to the palace, he heard the reward of the escort. He was very satisfied with her actions, so he happily came to Xuanfei Palace.

Cui'er made tea for Lin Xuan'er in the hall and packed some clothes. Gao Jin came from outside the hall. She hurriedly put down the clothes in her hand and bowed to her and said, "See King Liang."

Gao Jin looked in the hall and saw Lin Xuan'er's figure, so he asked inexplicably, "What, where is your master?"

Cui'er nodded and said, "Go back to Liang, the Empress is taking a shower, and she must be coming out soon."

Gao Jin nodded, turned around and walked towards the bedroom. Cui'er's words seemed to be worried that he would violate Lin Xuan'er's bathing, so he simply tried to test her again.

"Please wait, I will make a pot of tea for you." Cui'er was indeed worried, not that she was worried that Gao Jin would violate Lin Xuan'er, but that if Gao Jin really went in, both of them would be embarrassed, and Lin Xuan'er would even anger Gao Jin.

Gao Jin stopped and showed a sneer on his face. Cui'er kept following Lin Xuan'er, how could she not know about her affairs; so he sat down aside.

Cui'er nodded and retreated. The sound of playing in the side hall was faintly heard. Gao Jin was unintentionally going to peep, but he just looked around in the hall;

On the soft couch was the clothes that Lin Xuan'er had changed, and he picked them up and smelled them disapprovingly. The faint fragrance seemed a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. A pear petal fell to the ground with his clothes. He picked them up. Suddenly, he remembered that the familiar smell was the fragrance of pear blossoms. No wonder he was so familiar. Song Jingran also used the fragrance of pear blossoms.

He was inexplicably depressed and threw his clothes on the soft couch. Another familiar piece of brocade plaque came into his eyes. He picked it up curiously and saw it. It seemed to be a dark soul, but it was a bit different. The word love on the opposite side made him remember that the brocade plaque and the dark soul had one piece, and there was a "contact" and a "love" on the reverse side, but how could the dark soul's brocade plaque be on Lin Xuan'er?...

Lin Xuan'er washed her hair and walked out with her disheveled hair. The redness and swelling on her face had subsided. Seeing Gao Jin being in a daze here, she walked over and nodded and said, "See King Liang."

Gao Jin took the deity and turned to her with a smile. Seeing her tenderness as a lotus, he was a little lost in her beauty.

Lin Xuan'er was watched so straight, lowered her head awkwardly, and secretly regretted that she had just walked out like this;

Cui'er paused in front of the hall gate and walked in time with tea cups, "King Liang, tea is here."

Gao Jin took the God and did not turn around, but just said, "Let's go."

Cui'er glanced at Lin Xuan'er, then put down the teacup and retreated.

"Cui'er..." Lin Xuan'er called her in time and said, "Go and take some of the newly picked pear blossoms in this palace and soak a cup for King Liang."

Cui'er nodded and gestured for a moment, then stepped out.

"No need, the tea is fine." Gao Jin walked down the tea cup and sat down, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Perhaps because of psychological reasons, he inexplicably repelled the pear blossoms.

Lin Xuan'er sat down next to Gao Jin without thinking too much.

Gao Jin put down the teacup, glanced at the brocade handkerchief on the soft couch, and asked in surprise, "Hey~ When did Xuan'er change to such an exquisite brocade handkerchief?" He said that, and picked up the brocade handkerchief and admired it curiously.

"I picked it up on the way out of the palace." Lin Xuan'er smiled unnaturally. She brought the dark golden handkerchief and ignored it for a while. She had never looked at the golden handkerchief carefully, so she didn't know the mark on the golden handkerchief. She was worried that the medicine on the golden handkerchief would make Gao Jin suspicious, so she decided to find a reason to make excuses.

Gao Jin suppressed his inner anger and deliberately raised the Jinpao and looked around in front of her eyes. He said meaninglessly: "It's a pity to lose such a good Jinpao."

Gao Jin glanced at Lin Xuan'er meaningfully. Even if he could tolerate it, he would let him know that his patience was limited.

Lin Xuan'er smiled. Gao Jin obviously found something, and she also saw the word love, but she had no words to explain and could only make excuses.

Lin Xuan'er agreed, and Gao Jin became even more angry. He threw down the brocade handkerchief and said with a little cold voice: "The Lone King has something to deal with, so I won't stay here. Concubine Xuan is tired for a day and needs a good rest."

Gao Jin glanced at her coldly, then got up and left. He didn't even give Lin Xuan'er a respectful time. He wanted to question the escorts how they monitored. Lin Xuan'er had a dark-sighted brocade handkerchief, which was obviously stranded in the Song Mansion, and what happened to the people they reported to have been paying tribute?

But what he was even more angry was that Lin Xuan'er was deliberately entangled with Song Jingran, where was he putting him? If she was entangled with him in a general way, he could not guarantee that he would always tolerate and apologize.
Chapter completed!