The night was dark, and painful and suppressed sounds came from the hospital, and it took a while for them to stop.
After picking out all the thorns in Nanny Song's hand, Dr. Cen also helped pull out a little finger nail that was leaking and chapped.
Chunxi couldn't bear to look any longer and turned her head aside. It was Nanny Song who was biting the white towel in her mouth. Her face was pale and sweating in pain, but she only let out two groans of pain.
Imperial Physician Cen shook his head: "There are too many injuries over the years, large and small, all over the palms and arms. We just took out the wooden thorns, and the remaining injuries need to be treated slowly."
Aunt Song nodded ignorantly, and the medical girl arranged by Dr. Cen supported her and walked tremblingly to the cubicle to take a medicinal bath.
During this period, Grandma Song kept listening to what was going on outside. Chun Xi was communicating with Dr. Cen, and Shen Dingzhu wanted to give Grandma Rong the best medicine.
Chun Xi secretly handed over a bag of silver and said, "Our master thinks highly of Nanny Song, please take care of her, Dr. Cen."
How could Imperial Physician Cen dare to accept Shen Dingzhu's money? He pushed the money bag back with a look of panic: "I can't do it, I can't do it. Aunt Shen is a noble person, so I should serve her."
Chunxi repeatedly asked him to accept it, but Dr. Cen refused and refused to accept anything he said. Chunxi thought that he was not going to appreciate it, but Chunxi was very surprised to see Dr. Cen carefully prescribing the medicine for Nanny Song.
In this palace, there are mostly people who follow others' influence and worship others, especially the imperial physician. However, Imperial Physician Cen turned out to be a breath of fresh air.
After Grandma Song took the medicinal bath, the clever Chun Xi had already brought a clean palace dress. Doctor Cen asked the medical girl to apply medicine to Grandma Song. Chun Xi said: "Grandma Song, from now on you and Shen Bi , Xiucui and the others are staying in the wing of Yuzhang Palace. I will send you back later, so you can have a good rest."
"This..." Mother Song looked troubled and looked at Chun Xi cautiously, "Master asked me to help her embroider the flying dragon in the sky. When will I go to see Master?"
Chunxi smiled: "That was just an excuse for the master to fool them. Otherwise, how could we have brought you out immediately, Aunt Song? But the master is not stupid. He had already thought that you were unwell and asked the slave to take Aunt Song back to rest." "
Nanny Song was speechless for a while, and tightened her clothes with uneasy fingers. Seeing this, Chunxi just said: "There is no need to worry, Nanny, the master is so good, you will get used to it from now on."
At the same time, Shen Dingzhu was working in the embroidery department, and dozens of embroiderers helped her do everything from hooking to stitching in one go.
Xiao Langyan and others stood at the door. Seeing that they were all paying attention, he did not step in to disturb them.
Chen Heng thought about it and asked, "Isn't the prince here to deliver a cloak to Aunt Shen? If it is inconvenient to enter, my subordinates can do it for me."
Xiao Langyan looked at Shen Dingzhu's back: "No need."
She definitely didn't want anyone to disturb her at this time.
Under the light, the beauty has a delicate side face, two thick long eyelashes hanging down attentively, and her beautiful body is like jade wrapped in light.
Xiao Langyan handed the clothes to the little palace maid guarding the door and said coldly: "Don't forget to remind Shen Dingzhu to eat."
Then, he took the people and left in a hurry.
Shen Dingzhu has things she needs to accomplish, and so does he.
The next day.
Shen Dingzhu was lying on the table with a cloak on her body. She woke up from sleep and straightened up immediately after she realized what she was doing.
"What time is it?"
The little palace maid outside hurriedly came in: "Aunt Shen, it's just past midnight."
It’s half past noon!
Shen Dingzhu got up hurriedly and went to the embroidery cloth to check the flying dragon picture that she had stayed up all night to embroider.
However, as soon as she walked to the embroidered cloth, she was shocked to find that the flying dragon picture she had embroidered was missing!
"Xiao Liu," Shen Dingzhu immediately called to the little palace maid who drew the thread for her last night, "Where is the flying dragon picture? Where did you put it after you drew the thread?"
Xiao Liu hurriedly said: "Mother Song came just now. She was accompanied by Eunuch Chunxi, who is beside you. Mother Song said that there were still some details to be adjusted in the flying dragon picture, so she went to the embroidery building at the back."
"Because I saw my aunt sleeping soundly, I didn't call you..." As soon as Xiaoliu finished speaking, Shen Dingzhu walked quickly towards the embroidery building.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Aunt Song standing behind the loom, stepping on the thread bit by bit to outline. Shen Dingzhu walked around the heavy hand embroidery bird screen, only to find that Nanny Song was using her left hand.
And her right hand was placed on her knee, still wrapped in thick white gauze.
Chunxi watched attentively from the side, praising her from time to time: "Mom is so good. With such a hook, Feilong's momentum immediately appeared."
Shen Dingzhu had already walked near them, and saw that the flying dragon picture she had embroidered before had become more lifelike under the modifications of Sister Song.
When Grandma Song saw Shen Dingzhu, she quickly stood up to say hello. Chun Xi couldn't wait to say: "Master, after she changed her, she is so vivid!"
Shen Dingzhu's slender long eyelashes slightly raised, and she turned to look at Grandma Song: "Grandma's injury hasn't healed yet, so why do you have to be so brave and come to help me?"
Nanny Song was very respectful, lowered her head and said: "Master has saved my life, and I should share your worries. What's more, I have been embroidering the flying dragon in the sky all my life. This time I will definitely help my master to live longer in the emperor's life." Show your style at the banquet.”
Shen Dingzhu looked at the picture of a flying dragon in the sky. The green dragon soars into the clouds and rides in the mist, the dragon's eyes glare ahead, and there is thunder.
"I hope it goes as I wish," she said.
The emperor said that as long as she succeeded in making the flying dragon in the sky intertwined with the fireworks, he would allow his mother to return to the capital.
In order to do his best to facilitate this matter, Shen Dingzhu took Nanny Song and revised it for her.
Soon, it was night.
The emperor's birthday banquet was held in the Palace of Fortune and Longevity, and all the guests were dignitaries, princes, nobles and their female dependents.
Everyone drank and drank, and the music of silk and bamboo could not be heard.
Shen Dingzhu was preparing in the back hall of the main hall. Later, she would need to cross the front road of Fushou Palace and arrive at the Taiye Lake on the opposite side, where she would present a painting of a flying dragon in the sky to the emperor.
She was carrying saltpeter in her sleeves and was a little nervous.
Although in her previous life, Shen Dingzhu had performed twice for Xiao Langyan, and it was also passed down by Grandma Song herself, and she never made any mistakes.
But this time is different, it is the key to whether her mother can return to Beijing.
You can only succeed, not fail!
Shen Dingzhu counted the time and she left the back hall and headed to Taiye Lake.
However, as soon as they rounded the dark palace passage, a circle of faint yellow light illuminated a tall figure.
Xiao Langyan and two or three attendants were standing behind the palace lantern. His stern face was half-lit and his eyes were thin and deep.
"Are you ready?" He asked proactively, as if he was here specially to wait for Shen Dingzhu.
Shen Dingzhu nodded lightly: "It's all ready. Your Majesty, please wait and watch the fireworks."
Time was running out, so she lifted her skirt and passed him by.
Suddenly, Xiao Langyan grabbed his wrist.
She was puzzled and looked back, only to find that Xiao Langyan's expression was very complicated and unpredictable.
"My lord, what's wrong?" Shen Dingzhu asked a little funny.
If you have anything to say, can't you wait until she returns to Yuzhang Palace?
