The next day seemed to be in harmony with Baozhu's mood, it was terrifyingly gloomy. Baozhu stood up dizzily, but only saw Haitang and Azi serving in front of him.
"Where's Yue Slave?" Baozhu coordinated with Haitang to put on her coat. Yue Slave had always been inseparable from her.
"Miss Yue Slave went home last night and said she felt unwell. She couldn't even talk about it in the morning, so she asked me to serve your concubine personally today." Haitang said seriously.
Baozhu became a little worried. Yuenu's family was originally from a medical family, and she had learned a lot of medical skills from her grandfather since she was a child. If her family hadn't been convicted, she would have become a maid.
If it is an ordinary headache or brain fever, she can solve it by herself. But if you are so sick that you can't even get up, it's probably very serious.
Thinking of this, Baozhu couldn't help but become anxious. "Let's go take a look." He walked quickly to Yue Nu's room.
Bao Zhu looked at Yue Nu, who was lying on the bed with a face as pale as paper, and reached out anxiously. I saw that my forehead was hot and covered with beads of sweat.
Touching the hanging hand again, it was surprisingly hot. There was a bowl of soup medicine with some residue left on the bedside. It seemed that Yue Nu had already taken the medicine.
"Yue Slave, Yue Slave..." Baozhu held her hand anxiously, fear of uneasiness spreading all over his body.
Yue Nu opened her eyes with difficulty, but her eyes were full of panic.
"How could it be so serious?" Baozhu asked.
Yue Nu shook her head angrily, "My dear concubine, I'm afraid this is not just a simple cold."
Baozhu and Haitang looked at each other, and they both saw confusion on each other's faces. Haitang asked with concern what was going on.
Yue Nu swallowed her saliva and deliberately lowered her voice.
"Slave, I'm afraid I'm poisoned."
The rain was pouring down, and Baozhu was pacing back and forth anxiously. Haitang and Ayan went to see the imperial doctor in the rain, while Azi took care of Yue Nu, who was getting worse and worse.
After a while, Haitang and Ayan, who were almost soaked, finally returned from the rain. But before Baozhu could show his joyful expression, he saw Haitang's face swelled up on one side, and Ayan's head hanging down in despair.
"Your Majesty, I'm a useless servant." Haitang choked with grievance, and Baozhu felt heartbroken when he saw it. He could only grab her shoulder and ask: "What's wrong, where is the imperial doctor?"
But Haitang was crying so much that she couldn't even speak completely. Ayan stood beside her and said for her: "These guys are so contemptuous of others!"
Ayan's clothes were soaked and clung tightly to his body. "The servant and Miss Haitang didn't even see a trace of the imperial doctor."
Baozhu's heart dropped, but he still listened calmly to Ayan's continued words.
"It was hard to find an internal official, but that person said... but said..." Ayan's face was full of anger, and he hesitated to speak, which made Baozhu understand half of it.
"But she said that an unfavored concubine is worthy of having an imperial doctor who only serves noble people, right?" As soon as these words came out, Ayan and Haitang both looked at Baozhu in astonishment.
In fact, even Baozhu himself was surprised. He said this sentence as if he was giving up on himself.
Haitang finally suppressed her crying, "Later, the slave girl and Ayan asked where the imperial doctors had gone, and then they found out that today, apart from the imperial doctors going to check the pulses of the young masters of the palaces, the remaining three imperial doctors were all away because the empress was unwell. Went to Yaohua Pavilion."
Ayan also nodded in agreement, "Later, I and Miss Haitang went to Yaohua Pavilion. They originally wanted to wait for the imperial doctors to come out."
Begonia next to her unconsciously touched her swollen face with embarrassment on her face.
"But those palace people looked down on us in Lanyue Pavilion and made sarcastic remarks to us. Sister Haitang couldn't get angry, so she started arguing and was slapped by a palace maid in Yaohua Pavilion."
Baozhu's anger reached its peak as Ayan's words ended. He gritted his teeth and looked at the rain falling outside, and was about to rush out.
But at this time, Ah Zi, who was originally taking care of Yue Slave in the inner hall, ran out shouting that Yue Slave was in a bad condition with red eyes.
Baozhu ran to the inner hall in panic and saw that Yue Nu on the bed had begun to convulse due to high fever, and her body began to twitch involuntarily.
Bao Zhu was heartbroken. This was the girl she grew up with and regarded as her sister. At this moment, he has to suffer like this because of his own incompetence.
His anger rose sharply, and Baozhu slapped himself hard. Everyone around him exclaimed, but Baozhu had already run away into the heavy rain.
I don't know whether it was the rain or tears that made Baozhu unable to open her eyes. Relying on his memory, he groped his way to the gate of Yaohua Pavilion in chaos.
Ayan and Haitang, who were behind them, also chased after them, using their umbrellas to cover the soaked orb to no avail.
Baozhu stood unsteadily, looking up at the three big characters of Yaohua Pavilion and the closed palace door. Then he threw off his hem and knelt down on the stone floor with a plop.
Ignoring the excruciating pain in her knees, Baozhu shouted tremblingly: "Please, Queen, help me!"
The sound echoed through the palace, and Baozhu kowtowed heavily. I don't know how long I shouted, but Baozhu's mouth was filled with the taste of blood. His body was soaked so much that he no longer shivered, and he stiffly repeated the kowtow motion.
The door of Yaohua Pavilion is so high... so high that it hides the distinction between high and low, and so high that it can easily determine a living person's life.
Baozhu's voice began to become hoarse, and warm liquid flowed from his forehead down the bridge of his nose.
There was a heavy sound as the door was pushed open, and Baozhu crawled forward in a hurry. At this moment, the queen's face was full of laziness and tiredness, and she yawned slowly.
"What's wrong with Princess Song? Why are you kneeling in the heavy rain?" The queen's voice was light and airy, speaking condescendingly to her like a statue of a god in a temple.
Baozhu begged and asked the queen to send an imperial doctor to Lanyue Pavilion. But the queen didn't seem to hear it, and her eyes signaled Aunt Yilan beside her to take the orb and enter the Yaohua Pavilion.
In the inner hall, it was warm and peaceful, as if Baozhu's heartbreaking experience just now was just something from another world.
Baozhu stood a little helpless, and the rainwater on his body meandered into a small pool at his feet. Aunt Yilan brought a blanket and wrapped it around the wet orb.
Baozhu came to his senses and continued to kneel down. "Queen, please save my concubine's maid, Yuenu. She grew up with me, and followed her all the way to the Li Kingdom."
The queen on the couch drank tea leisurely and sighed after putting down the tea cup. "It's a pitiful one, but our court doesn't use the principles of an imperial doctor to treat slaves as servants."
Baozhu moved forward on his knees, his hair in a messy bun due to the heavy rain, and he unexpectedly looked more pitiful.
"I beg your Majesty... As long as your Majesty can save Yue Nu, I am willing to do anything." Baozhu said almost word for word, and the Queen's indifferent eyes finally showed a trace of fluctuation.
"Okay, I hope Concubine Song can remember what I said today." The queen smiled, leaving these words and the dazed orb behind and entered the inner room.
When Yue Nu finally got better, Bao Zhu fell seriously ill as if he had been hit. During this time, the queen and a group of concubines came to express their condolences several times, but Baozhu was still unconscious and unaware.
Yue Nu was so annoyed that she hammered her head, scolding herself for being so stupid and allowing others to be poisoned so easily.
Baozhu, who was lingering on the sickbed, was half asleep and half awake, and sometimes it was hard to tell whether it was reality or a dream.
But this time, Baozhu seemed to have returned to the first three months of Li Kingdom in the future.
That day when Baozhu came back from playing outside, her mother-in-law asked her to go to her father's study. Baozhu happily held a handful of her father's favorite lotus flowers and walked in.
But unlike the ordinary father's loving face, his father's face was terrifyingly gloomy. The mother sat aside and cried, causing Baozhu's cheerful steps to stop at the door.
The father saw Baozhu's figure and asked her to come in. Bao Zhu rarely saw her mother crying, so she worriedly asked what was going on.
The father solemnly announced that the royal family had chosen Baozhu as one of the tribute girls, and that he would soon go to the Li Kingdom to serve the emperor of the Li Kingdom.
The news was like thunder, causing the lotus flowers in Baozhu's arms to fall to the ground. Baozhu looked at his livid father in disbelief, but his mother's cry seemed to be the best confirmation of the news.
Baozhu collapsed slumped, muttering how could it be...
The father closed his eyes as if he couldn't bear it, and sighed deeply, "Baozhu, the imperial concubine I gave you earlier made a mistake and became a commoner."
Baozhu raised his head blankly and looked at his father as he spoke.
"And the Mi Gen Kingdom and the Li Kingdom cannot have discord because of a noble concubine. The diplomatic relations between the two countries may continue."
The father couldn't bear to touch Baozhu's face. This was the daughter he loved most and regarded as his treasure.
"And your beauty is destined not to live an ordinary life."
Baozhu's pupils were trembling, but she still pushed her father's hand away in disbelief, unable to accept it. "No, father, but didn't the king ask Baozhu to marry the crown prince?"
Ever since Baozhu was a child, everyone had told her that she would be the crown prince's concubine. And every time they enter the palace, the kindness the king and queen treat Baozhu is also a silent acquiescence.
Just because the orb was predicted by a fortune teller, this woman will prosper the royal family.
Seeing that Baozhu's marriage to the prince was about to happen, she was reduced to a tribute girl like an object because of the imperial concubine's affair.
"This is what the king means." His father's words shattered Baozhu's last illusion.
The mother cried, saying that if the orb had not gone away, even though his father had such an insignificant official position, being killed would be as simple as killing an ant.
And the lives of more than a hundred members of the Song family could not escape disaster.
The little orb was forced to know the power of power for the first time. Baozhu refused to accept his fate and ran to see his childhood sweetheart, the prince, but the prince huddled in the palace and did not even dare to see Baozhu.
Baozhu was completely chilled and accepted this reality. She was even arranged by the king to learn the art of bewitching in order to become a beloved concubine.
The king changed his usual amiable face and warned Baozhu coldly, if he failed, just think about the fate of the imperial concubine and her family being exiled.
Baozhu opened his eyes from the nightmare and felt severe pain all over his body. Everyone in Lan Yue Pavilion gathered around, Yue Nu blamed herself.
Baozhu held her hand and looked at Yue Nu with torch-like eyes: "In the future, I will never let such a thing happen again, nor will I let Lan Yue Pavilion become an existence that everyone can trample on!"
Yue Nu looked at the orb that seemed to have changed into a different person, and was a little surprised. But seeing her firm eyes, he also had infinite courage and held Baozhu's hand.
Baozhu clenched the corner of the quilt tightly, leaving her innocent self in her dream.
