When Shen Yunqing saw Jiang Lingxi getting into the car, she took out the breakfast and tea she had prepared earlier from the fresh-keeping cabinet on the side. "You haven't had breakfast yet. Let's eat something to cushion your stomach."
Jiang Lingxi walked to the table, sat down politely, and picked up the teacup that was upside down on the table, "Let's have a cup of tea first."
Her mouth is a little dry now.
“It’s not good to drink tea on an empty stomach.”
After persuading her to return, Shen Yunqing picked up the teapot and poured her half a cup.
After all, this is someone who doesn't listen to advice.
Jiang Lingxi took a sip of tea, and her gaze fell flat on Shen Yunqing's waist, which was slightly bent as she poured the tea, and stayed there for two seconds without leaving any trace.
Shen Yunqing froze for a moment, put down the teapot and quickly sat down, "Eat."
"Oh." Jiang Lingxi drank the remaining tea in the cup, cleared her throat and responded obediently.
The breakfast was not much, just enough to fill the stomachs of two people.
Neither of them spoke during this breakfast. Shen Yunqing suddenly discovered that His Majesty might have a little quirk that he didn't know about before, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.
Jiang Lingxi felt a little guilty.
After the meal, he did not get up. Instead, he sat down and poured two cups of tea. After handing one cup over, he took the initiative to talk about business, "Wujue sent word from over there that there has been some progress in the hospital he was investigating."
"Oh? Tell me."
"That hospital charges very high fees, and the people admitted to it are either from wealthy families, or have very serious or strange conditions, and have been issued critical illness notices in other hospitals. This has invisibly blocked most ordinary patients. Xiaotao's mother, Ms. He, belongs to the latter group. A large part of the reason why these people chose this hospital was because someone recommended this hospital to them, saying that there is a rare and special medicine in this hospital that can prolong life. The cure can be found by delaying it.”
When Jiang Lingxi heard this, she remembered what Wujue said in the last video, "Ms. He is also using that special medicine?"
"Well," Shen Yunqing nodded and frowned again, "But now we can only find out which medicine is the key. This kind of special medicine is produced in small quantities and is carefully stored. Every time one is used, there will be a record. There is no way at the moment. I stole it out, but I was also afraid that if I moved too much, I would alert the snake."
"In addition, there is a department in that hospital that is specially designed to take in people with strange symptoms before death for research. Wujue also investigated it and guessed that this department is not used for research, but to destroy these remains. .”
Jiang Lingxi put the tea cup back on the table, "Why did He Qingwen go to that hospital?"
Shen Yunqing had long expected that she would ask such a question, "Jiang Xiyu recommended it."
"It seems that there is a possibility that Mei Shuiqing is behind this hospital. However, if we want to transfer He Qingwen to another hospital, it may not be easy."
Now that the hospital has made it clear that there is a problem, the so-called special medicine is also weird. He Qingwen needs to take one every day to prolong her life. It is unclear whether there are any residues of this medicine in her body.
If she is transferred to another hospital, what will happen if others study He Qingwen's body and find out the ingredients of the special medicine?
If there really are any prohibited ingredients in it, you can directly apply to seal the hospital. The hospital will definitely not give this reason.
"We are not He Qingwen's family members. The hospital will not let her go easily unless Xiaotao, as her biological daughter, requests that her mother be transferred to another hospital."
"But Xiao Tao is missing, and we have to hide this from Ms. He. We have nothing to do with Xiao Tao, so there is no reason to report the case."
Looking at it this way, it is simply an endless loop.
"I asked Wujue to prolong Ms. He's life as long as possible, hoping to survive until the day I find Xiao Tao."
"That's all we can do for the time being, but remember to remind Wujue to be careful. If you encounter danger, your own life is at stake."
Shen Yunqing smiled, "Don't worry, he cherishes his life more than anyone else."
"Sir, Miss Jiang, Wanchao Street has arrived."
The carriage door was knocked several times by He Zhu from the outside, and the two people in the car realized that the RV had stopped.
Jiang Lingxi picked up the script that was used to cover up the situation and stood up, "I'm going to get off the bus first. Please let me know if there is any progress."
Shen Yunqing nodded and watched her get out of the car. After a few breaths, he adjusted his guard uniform, mainly the belt around his waist, and then got out of the car.
Today happens to be Monday, and Wanchao Street, including the Yinhe Palace Museum behind it, is not open. And because of the advance notice, there are only a few security guards stationed on Wanchao Street.
The extras on the bus in front have all got off the bus one after another, and now they are walking in twos and threes on the streets that were cleaned by last night's heavy rain.
"We have enjoyed a privilege with the crew. I have never been to Wanchao Street on Monday. It is also the first time I have seen this street so quiet."
"The way I'm dressed today should be that of a shopkeeper. I don't know which store on this street I will be in charge of later."
"Don't worry about what role you are playing. Every brick and tile on this street is an antique. Don't forget it when you are acting. If it is damaged, you will not be able to afford the compensation if it is sold."
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The leader of the group happened to come over, and after inviting everyone to gather together, he also solemnly gave instructions.
The general idea is that don't just be happy. You must be extremely careful when walking inside. Don't touch things that you shouldn't touch. When you have to touch something according to the plot, you should handle it with care and let it go after you have stabilized it.
While the props team was busy setting up the scene and the equipment team was busy laying out the machines, and there was no need for actors to come on stage yet, Jiang Lingxi took Xu Ling'an, who was here for the first time, to walk around on the street.
As a result, the further they walked, the more people followed behind them. Lu Zhengzheng, Wei Minmin, Pei Xinyuan, plus Han Jiaojiao, fell behind like little tails one after another.
Jiang Lingxi: "..."
Forget it, if you bring one person, you are also a leader, and if you bring a group, you are also a leader.
She walked into a teahouse on the street with her tail.
Inside the elegantly laid out teahouse, the most eye-catching thing is the row of antique teapots placed on the long circular table. Some of them are properly placed in glass covers. Even those who are not familiar with antiques can still see it. Which teapot is more valuable, and which one can be bought and sold.
In addition, there are also some paintings and calligraphy hanging on one wall of the teahouse.
At first glance, it seems that they are hanging there randomly, but if you look closely, you can see that the surfaces of these paintings and calligraphy are covered with a thin transparent protective layer, which not only prevents people from accidentally touching them, but also maintains the original color.
The last time he came here, Jiang Lingxi's main purpose was to see the Yinhe Palace behind Wanchao Street. He just took a look around Wanchao Street, so naturally he didn't pay much attention to such a teahouse on the street.
She took a closer look and scanned the paintings and calligraphy on the wall one by one, and saw a few familiar inscriptions.
If she remembered correctly, this teahouse was quite famous during the Yuanzhao period. At that time, many court officials left calligraphy and painting works here.
She looked at them one by one, and finally stopped at a painting and calligraphy work signed "Xianhe Jushi".
She had been to this teahouse in her previous life, and she had followed the trend and left a message, but she didn't sign it. It was probably because of this that the shop didn't hang it on the wall of the teahouse.
She remembered that her prime minister did not leave any calligraphy treasures at that time, but the style of this calligraphy and painting seemed more and more familiar to her the more she looked at it. There was also the signature 'Xianhe Jushi', which reminded her of a joke she made with her prime minister at that time.
So, could this calligraphy and painting really be left by someone when he came to this teahouse again later?
