Chapter 345

Lou Xiyan shook her head and sighed, "the emperor has been buried. Yesterday, the Royal Garden mausoleum was buried."

What? Buried? Zhuo Qing is a little annoyed. "How can Yan Hongtian do this? Is it true... " I feel the tight hand of Lou Xiyan ring on her waist, the chin drooping on her shoulder, the clear and moist voice said in a low voice: "this is the end of the matter, just watch it change."

Lou Xiyan's tired voice makes Zhuo Qing swallow what she wants to say, and puts the token on the desk beside her. Zhuo Qing pulls his hand, feels his pulse and asks: "very tired?"

She has been studying traditional Chinese medicine for several months. Fortunately, she has the foundation to study medicine and often finds the opportunity to learn and communicate with famous doctors in Beijing. After a few months, she has some experience in simple pulse diagnosis.

Watching Zhuo Qing focus on his pulse, Lou Xiyan's mouth crossed a smile.

Pulse is still stable, Zhuo Qing just released his hand, "your body can't be too tired." Asthma is also a rich disease, and soon it will be spring, she is afraid that his asthma attack again.

"Yes, ma'am." Once again, I took her into my arms, and Lou Xiyan whispered, "didn't Madame just say that I couldn't sleep? I'm just not too sleepy. I'd better... "

"Well?"

"Let's go back to romance."

Ah?

Zhuo Qing's face suddenly turned red, but at the same time, she had a feeling of crying and laughing. She didn't explain what romance meant in those years. It was really Tragedy...

It snowed for five or six days. Although it was not big, it covered the capital with a silver coat.

Zhuo Qing left the door with Lou Xiyan in the early morning. He went up and she hurried to see Qingfeng. With Yan Hongtian's token, she went into the palace without any obstacles. She walked on the quiet Palace Road. From time to time, the eunuch of the palace passed by. Everyone lowered their heads. When they approached her, they all saluted in order and left in a hurry. Looking at those people who are like marionettes, Zhuo Qing suddenly feels a little stuffy in her chest, and her steps towards the Qingfeng hall are speeding up.

Just after morning, Zhuo Qing came here so early. In fact, she wanted to talk with Poria and ask about the situation of Qingfeng. Unexpectedly, Zhuo Qing just arrived at the gate of Qingfeng hall, and saw that the gate had opened half. Through the half opened door, Zhuo Qing could see a thin figure standing in the courtyard in plain clothes, almost integrated into the snow.

Zhuo Qing did not enter the breeze hall, then felt a sharp look coming, looked up, was a man dressed up as a guard. Seeing that it was her, the man silently took back his sight. There was no expression on the pretty face. Zhuo Qing approached, and he neither stopped her nor gave way to her.

Zhuoqing thinks this man is very interesting. He looks at him more. He still stands in silence like Zhuoqing doesn't exist. Zhuo Qing picked up her eyebrows slightly, but did not look at him any more. She pushed open another open door and went in.

Hearing the sound of the door, Poria looked back and saw Zhuo Qing. She was so happy that she hurriedly went up: "Madam Lou."

Zhuo Qing nodded. It seemed that the green maple in the garden could not see her and could not hear her. He still looked at the front like that. His face was gray and his eyes were dim.

Zhuo Qing frowned: "how long has she been like this?"

Tuckahoe's eyes were red. "The master accompanied the little prince out of Xiugong until he was buried yesterday. After returning, she was standing in the snow all the time. It's no use persuading your maidservant. "

"Standing all night?" Zhuo Qing is shocked.

Tuckahoe nodded softly, "well."

This man is really stubborn. Zhuo Qing is very angry about this kind of behavior that doesn't know how to cherish his body. But he also knows that it's not the time to be angry. Zhuo Qing goes to the front of Qingfeng, and the dark eyes don't move. Zhuo Qing is not in a hurry. She says softly, "Qingfeng."

Qingfeng ignored her, Zhuoqing continued to shout: "Qingfeng, I have come to see you." Said, Zhuo Qing reached out and gently held Qingfeng's hand. Just then, Zhuo Qing shook immediately. It was as cold as holding a piece of ice. Zhuo Qing looked down and found that her hands were wrapped with cotton cloth.

Injured? Zhuo Qing looks at Poria cocos. Poria opens her mouth, but she doesn't say a word. Zhuo Qing is not looking at her. She continues to call Qingfeng softly.

So called a dozen, that ice sculpture general people finally moved, full of bloodshot eyes looked Zhuo Qing for a while, very calm back: "you come."

Zhuo Qing sighed, "it's cold, let's go in and talk." Say, Zhuo Qing is holding the hand of green maple, walk to the house slowly. This time, Qingfeng didn't resist. She went into the inner room with Zhuo Qing. Tuckahoe wiped away the tears from her eyes and hurriedly followed Zhuo Qing. After standing for a whole night, she also froze for a whole night. She walked so fast that she almost fell down.

Mingze looks at the figure that stumbles and stumbles. His eyes are a little fidgety, but he soon recovers calm.

Zhuo Qing takes Qingfeng to the inner room, helps her to change the jacket outside, takes the warm pot to warm her hands and knees, watches well, Ruyi just takes the breakfast, tuckahoe wants to take it over, Zhuo Qing pats her shoulder, and says, "I'll change your clothes and apply the warm pot to her knees."

"Maidservant..." Poria shook her head, but before she had finished speaking, Zhuo Qing strongly interrupted: "go quickly, come back when you're ready. She still needs your care. If you can't even take care of yourself, how can you take care of her?"

Tuckahoe hesitated for a while, then looked at the expressionless green maple on the soft couch, and finally nodded, "yes."

Qingfeng's hands were tightly wrapped. Zhuoqing took over the bowl and scooped a spoon to her mouth: "have some porridge."

"I want to ask you something." Green maple ignored the warm porridge on his lips, and his voice was as cold and silent as the snow outside the window.

Zhuo Qing sent some more spoons forward and said, "first, porridge."

Qingfeng is silent for a while. She opens her mouth and drinks the porridge. Neither of them talks anymore. Qingfeng drinks up the bowl of porridge just like she chews wax. During this time, her eyes are fixed on Zhuoqing. Zhuo Qing sighed in her heart, handed the empty bowl to Ruyi, and said, "go back."

There was no warmth between the two sisters, but there was a sense of confrontation. Ruyi saw that Qingfeng didn't speak, and he didn't dare to stay much. After the ceremony, he immediately withdrew.

He took a wooden chair and sat down in front of Qingfeng. Zhuoqing said, "ask me."

"Why did the child die?"

Zhuo Qing had guessed that Qingfeng would ask her this question, but she had not figured out how to answer it. Not to mention that she failed to have an autopsy, there was no way to determine the cause of her child's death. Just take Qingfeng's current mental state as an example, she had better not be stimulated at the moment.

Zhuo Qing is silent. Qingfeng's pale face is a little more gray. His teeth are tightly clenched, and then he slowly looses his grip. "Don't lie to me. If you lie to me, I really don't know what else to believe." The hoarse voice with self mockery and sorrow made Zhuo Qing have to look up at her. Zhuo Qing felt more powerless in the cold eyes of shangqingfeng and said, "I didn't want to cheat you, but I don't have more evidence to draw a conclusion now."

"Then you can be sure. You have experienced the child's The body, also took a silk handkerchief to go back, you will not tell me, now you still have nothing to be sure

Zhuo Qing is surprised. On that day, Qingfeng is almost broken. Can she notice what she has done? Zhuo Qing looks at her carefully. Qingfeng's eyes are slightly red, but they are very clear. Maybe Qingfeng is not as fragile as she thought. She has clear logic and careful thinking. Since she asked today, if she refused to say it, if she really lost her trust, she would like to communicate with her in the future. I'm afraid it's difficult.

After psychological measurement, Zhuo Qing finally told the truth: "the cause of the child's death is really suspicious. I tested out toxic substances in his mouth, but I can't be sure what kind of poison caused the child's death. The child's mouth is poisonous, which means that he took this thing. The bowl of medicine is the most suspicious. However, Poria cocos was asked to look for it that day, and the dregs of the medicine were gone. "

That is to say, children do not die of illness!

She should have guessed it, shouldn't she? She blames Yan Hongtian for failing to protect her children. What about her? The child is by her side every day. She is not able to protect her child. That bowl of Medicine Or she Feed him a drink

Why?

Zhier is just a child Why don't you let him go?

Qingfeng doesn't speak any more. Her closed eyes can't see her mood at the moment. Zhuoqing can feel her pain from her trembling body. As a forensic doctor, most of the dead under her hand died of shouting injustice. She never knew how to comfort the families of the victims, so she would rather face the cold corpse than the people. Today, she also did not know how to comfort Qingfeng until she saw the hands tightly held by Qingfeng, and the bloodstains on the plain white cotton cloth were constantly oozing.

Zhuo Qing hurriedly grabbed her wrist and said: "Qingfeng, calm down. I have sent someone to inform Little sister, when she comes back, we'll find a way to find out. Don't be impulsive, and don't hurt your body any more, or you won't understand anything, and your life will be gone. "

Qingfeng finally released her grip, but Zhuoqing was more worried because when she saw Qingfeng open her eyes again, her eyes were like mud, which almost drowned people's hatred.

It's nearly a month since the child left. The sunset doesn't know what he is busy with. He leaves early and returns late. Every time when he comes back, he looks tired, often thoughtful, and he frowns recently. Since Qingfeng asked about the cause of her child's death last time, she really didn't ask any more. When she went to see her, Qingfeng's eyes were no longer clear and sharp. She was immersed in sadness all day long. She even took out her child's cradle and put it in the yard. She looked at the cradle all day. Zhuoqing matched some antidepressants to give her. Qingfeng refused to drink. She seldom answered when talking to her In this way, her psychological condition will only get worse and worse.