Both Zhimo and Lindao looked at Song Wanqing.
Song Wanqing smiled and said, "During this period, the Ninth Prince has helped my daughter a lot, so let's forget about the reward."
"No!" Lin Dao said urgently from behind, "My lord, please let Miss Wanqing stay in the palace for a while longer."
Now that Xiao Jiuan's poison has been cured, he is most afraid that Song Wanqing will leave soon.
After this girl arrived, he felt that Prince Zhan's Mansion became much more lively and more popular than before.
Xiao Jiuan looked at Zhimo, obviously waiting for him to say something.
"My lord, although your poison has been cured, your body is still very weak. Miss Wanqing..." Zhimo lowered his head, "It's best not to leave in the short term."
"That's right." Lin Dao nodded happily.
Xiao Jiuan twitched his lips silently, "I said that when I stand up, Miss Wanqing can leave at any time, but the situation in front of me..."
He looked at Song Wanqing meaningfully, "I can't stand up for the time being, can I?"
"Yes." Song Wanqing didn't quite understand what Xiao Jiuan meant, so she could only say truthfully, "The Ninth Prince has been in a coma for seven days. I'm afraid he will have to lie in bed for another seven or eight days before he can get up. And you haven't walked for such a long time, and your legs have to slow down." Massage and exercises can help you recover.”
"Yes." Xiao Jiuan nodded slowly.
Lin Dao was immediately overjoyed, "Great, then Miss Wanqing won't leave for the time being."
Song Wanqing saw that Xiao Jiuan seemed to have no objections, so he lowered his head and said, "I must wait until the prince has stood up completely before leaving."
During breakfast, Xiao Jiuan just drank a small bowl of porridge.
Song Wanqing told Lin Dao and Zhimo, "Today and tomorrow, we will mainly eat light food, mainly liquid food. We can slowly start eating normally again the day after tomorrow."
"Okay." Lin Dao said immediately, "But Zhimo and I are both rough people, and we can't understand these things..."
He secretly tugged on the corner of Zhimo's clothes and said, "It would be best if Miss Wanqing can come to Fengju to have dinner with our prince in the next few days."
"Really, Zhimo?" He asked again.
Zhimo was speechless, but he said cooperatively, "Lingdao is right. Miss Wanqing is a doctor after all, and she can help us check it when the time comes."
Song Wanqing looked at Xiao Jiu'an, who was half lying on the bed. He seemed to have no intention of expressing his opinion.
She hesitated for a moment, and then she nodded in agreement, "Okay, I'll trouble Master and Master Zhimo in the next few days."
"No trouble, no trouble." Lin Dao was very happy.
In the next few days, two dining tables were set up in Linfeng Juli. One was a small dining table on the bed for Xiao Jiu'an to use, and the other was next to it for Song Wanqing to use.
The two of them didn't talk much during the meal, but the atmosphere was not awkward, but rather inexplicably harmonious.
Lin Dao always bickered with Zhi Mo every time he saw her, "It would be great if Miss Wan Qing had always lived in Prince Zhan's Mansion."
"How is that possible?" Although Zhimo liked Song Wanqing more and more, he also understood that Song Wanqing would leave sooner or later, "unless..."
Unless Song Wanqing marries into Prince Zhan's palace, is that possible?
His prince has not married yet. As far as he knows, there are two reasons. One is that he has never met anyone who can catch his eye. The other is that Emperor Qing's defense against Xiao Jiu'an has not disappeared after so many years. If Xiao Jiu'an gets married and has children, then Emperor Qing is probably going to make another small move.
His prince has been single for so many years, so he is quite happy and free.
After three days of light eating, Song Wanqing began to instruct Lin Dao to massage the acupuncture points on Xiao Jiuan's legs, which could help Xiao Jiuan stand up earlier.
"Is it here?" Lin Dao confirmed again and again, pressing it slightly hard, and saw that Xiao Jiuan's face was not good-looking.
He stopped immediately, "Forget it, Miss Wanqing, come on, I'm really clumsy and can't do it."
"..." Song Wanqing resisted. In any case, she and Xiao Jiuan were not intimate with each other, and she was really embarrassed. "Let Master Zhimo try it."
"Zhimo has been busy recently, how can he have time to learn these things." Lingdao advised Song Wanqing, "Miss Wanqing, please help me."
Song Wanqing secretly went to see Xiao Jiuan.
"Forget it, come back when you learn how to use the cold sword." Xiao Jiu'an said without raising his head.
"Then let me do it." Song Wanqing took a deep breath, carefully placed her hand on Xiao Jiuan's leg, and began to massage it little by little.
At the beginning, both of them were obviously nervous, and Xiao Jiuan's legs were very tight.
"Ninth Prince," Song Wanqing said slowly, "Relax, don't use force on your legs, don't resist."
Xiao Jiuan exhaled slowly, and his legs finally relaxed slowly.
Lin Dao watched from the side. His prince's face was indeed not that ugly, but... why were his ears so red?
Seven days passed quickly, and Xiao Jiuan was finally able to get off the ground. Although he still couldn't walk, he could move around in a wheelchair.
"Tomorrow, accompany me to Qingyin Temple to see my mother and concubine."
"Yes." Song Wanqing missed the old concubine a little after not being there for so many days. Moreover, she also had to go and see if the old concubine was recovering from her illness.
The next day, the two of them went to the small courtyard at the back of Qingyin Temple. As soon as they entered, they saw Mrs. Chen strolling in the courtyard.
"Mother," Xiao Jiu'an said in a loud voice, "how are you doing recently?"
"Xiao Qing'er, you're finally here." As a result, the old lady ignored her son and stepped forward to take Song Wanqing's hand affectionately, "It's not easy for you to take the medicine. I haven't coughed for a long time. "
"Really?" Song Wanqing was also happy for Mrs. Chen.
"Really, good boy, thank you." Concubine Chen pulled Song Wanqing into the house, "If you don't come, I will ask Biyun to go down the mountain to find you."
Xiao Jiuan was forgotten outside.
"Prince, are we... still going in?" Lin Dao suppressed a smile. This must be the first time that his prince has been so ignored.
"What do you think?" Xiao Jiuan's expression was not very good.
"Understood, I will push you in now." Lin Dao quickly pushed the person into the main room.
Concubine Chen was holding Song Wanqing's hand, "I remember something. Didn't you ask me about your mother before?"
"Yes." Song Wanqing nodded immediately, "Did the concubine remember anything?"
"Your mother seemed to have been pregnant with you before she married the Marquis of Ding'an." Concubine Chen nodded affirmatively, "Yes, she was already pregnant with you at that time."
Song Wanqing vaguely guessed something and asked in disbelief, "Ms. Princess, what do you mean...Song Qingshan may not be my biological father?"
"I dare not say this." The old concubine immediately shook her head, "However, before your mother married Ding'an Hou, she had no contact with Ding'an Marquis. Instead, she had more contact with the other two people."
She said and ordered someone to call Biyun, "Biyun also knows. If you don't believe me, ask her."
