Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 782: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

After all the palace servants left, the palace returned to silence.

Song Yuesheng raised his hand and was about to extinguish the last candle when he suddenly saw a dark shadow passing across the carved window frame.

Her eyes narrowed, and her fingertips slid inconspicuously to the pillow and grasped the dagger that Zhiqi had put down.

A cold light flashed, and the blade pointed directly into the darkness: "Who? Come out!"

a long time.

The door of the side hall creaked softly.

Shen Qihe walked out slowly from the shadows, "It's me."

He approached carrying a medicine box, and the bitter aroma of medicine wafted out when the lid opened and closed.

"You applied the ointment without consulting a doctor," he said in a low voice, his fingertips gently touching her cheek, "Aren't you afraid of ruining yourself and leaving scars?"

Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows, and the dagger turned a beautiful arc in his palm: "Doctor Shen trespassed into the harem late at night, aren't you afraid of losing your head?"

"I'm not as brave as you are." Shen Qihe took out the cotton wool and said helplessly, "Please turn your face to the side."

As the candlelight flickered, she tilted her head slightly, revealing the long and narrow scar.

Shen Qihe leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her ears. His fingertips were very light, but she trembled barely noticeably when they touched her skin.

"Does it hurt?" His voice was very hoarse.

Before Song Yuesheng could answer, he suddenly asked, "Do you have any drugs on you? I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep these days."

Shen Qihe paused and the cotton wool almost fell.

"Sedatives are the best cure for the disease." He frowned, "Aphrodisiacs are harmful to the body."

"You are not me." Song Yuesheng looked up at him, the flickering candlelight reflected in his eyes, "How do you know it has no use to me?"

Silence spread between the two.

Finally, Shen Qihe sighed softly and took out a small celadon bottle from the secret compartment of the medicine box.

"I'll give it to you after you apply the medicine." He said in a serious tone, "But don't take too much."

Song Yuesheng's lips curled slightly, as if to agree, and suddenly changed the subject: "You chose this time to come, have you been sending people to keep an eye on Qiwu Palace?"

Shen Qihe's movements were slightly hesitant, but he answered the question irrelevantly, "What you said before... I thought about it again and again, and I think it's okay."

A gust of wind blew outside the window, and dark clouds quietly covered the moon.

At the moment of darkness, Song Yuesheng raised her eyes and met his bottomless gaze.

Suddenly, slightly cool lips covered him.

Song Yuesheng was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of his eyes slightly and climbed up his neck, pulling him towards himself.

Her fingertips accidentally brushed the skin on the back of his neck, and she clearly felt him suddenly tense up.

"Um……"

Shen Qihe's breathing suddenly became disordered.

He seemed not satisfied with just a quick taste, so he moved his lips down, grabbed her waist with his big hands, and pushed her down onto the quilt.

"Wow--"

The medicine box was overturned on the ground.

Just as his fingertips lifted the belt and touched his inner garment, Song Yuesheng suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"If you continue... Doctor Shen, you will be dead tomorrow."

The moonlight just moved out from the clouds at this moment, illuminating her radiant lips and messy hair.

The imperial physician, who had always been self-disciplined and polite, was now pressing on her, his official robes disheveled and his eyes filled with unprecedented undercurrents.

Shen Qihe woke up as if from a dream.

He almost tripped over his clothes as he stood up in a hurry: "I..."

"Sorry...just now..." Shen Qihe was busy packing the medicine box, and his posture of saluting also revealed embarrassment, "I'm so abrupt..."

Song Yuesheng leaned on the couch with her chin propped up, admiring his panic with interest until he fled in panic. Then she got up and closed the door.

The more strictly a person abides by palace rules, the less they care about the consequences when they indulge themselves.

and many more.

Didn't he drug her?

Tsk.

Big loss.

……

The fourteenth day of the first lunar month, night.

The cold wind blew the fine snow, which whimpered between the palace walls.

Song Yuesheng pulled his clothes tightly together and quietly came to the Shangshansi to the sound of the drum.

——There is still one quarter left until the agreed hour of Hai.

Yan Wujiu found the assassin from nowhere, and four days later, the identities of the two assassins remained a mystery.

Wen Yu couldn't find anyone, so he comforted her and told her to wait a few more days, but in the end she still comforted him not to get stuck in a rut and coaxed him that she was fine and it didn't matter if she couldn't find the mastermind behind it.

In comparison, what is more worrying is that He Yingxue is abnormally quiet.

Normally, if someone is found to have an affair with the commander of the imperial guards and the assassination attempt fails, he will definitely make up a backup plan.

But these days, Zhuoying Palace was peaceful and calm, and He Yingxue didn't even show up to express her condolences symbolically.

Song Yuesheng tapped the palace wall with her fingertips, and the cold touch made her frown slightly.

Could it be that the soul from another world is competing with the real He Yingxue for that body?

She sighed softly, and the white mist dissipated in the cold night.

The mission values ​​in this world grow worryingly slowly. What's even more ironic is that what was initially thought to be a conventional "orthodox plot" has unknowingly evolved into a bizarre "abnormal plot" traveling back and forth between two different worlds.

While he was thinking, Song Yuesheng had already jumped over the wall into the Shangshansi.

In the side room, the candlelight flickered.

Su Zhenhe had been waiting there, playing with a celadon teacup with his slender fingers. When he saw her come in, his eyes first fell on the scabby scars on her cheeks, and his eyes dimmed.

"Lord Su is very punctual." Song Yuesheng took off the bag on his back and placed it heavily on the table.

The sound of gold and jade hitting each other was particularly crisp in the quiet night.

"Gold, silver, and some jewelry, a total of 10,000 taels of gold." She spread out her palm, "Where is the thing I want?"

Su Zhenhe unpacked the bag slowly.

As his fingertips fiddled with it, the gold ingot reflected the candlelight, casting tiny spots of light in his eyes.

"Your Majesty is quite generous." He chuckled, "It seems that this thing is more important than I thought."

"If a deal is worth it, then you'll naturally be willing to invest in it."

Song Yuesheng clenched and then spread out his five fingers, and with a bit of impatience, Su Zhenhe finally took out the emerald jade pendant from his arms.

The key-shaped jade pendant swayed gently between his fingers, emitting a dark luster.

"It's interesting to say," he suddenly said, "The other day I saw an object on Concubine Xuan that was exactly the same as the one on the drawing."

The candle flame crackled and exploded.

Song Yuesheng's eyes suddenly turned cold: "Master Su, you know too much..."

"Easy to die young?" Su Zhenhe asked, but suddenly took the jade pendant back into his palm, "Then I have no choice but to report to Your Majesty. I thought the harem would be quiet with only two masters, but I didn't expect it to be more exciting than the previous dynasty."

Song Yuesheng suddenly laughed: "That's wrong. No matter when, the excitement of the former dynasty will always surpass the petty quarrels in the harem."

"But..." she said, "If we can't settle the money and goods peacefully, I will have no choice but to ask Master Su for some sword skills."

As he spoke, he took out a dagger from his sleeve.

“Then I’m really scared.”

Su Zhenhe covered his chest exaggeratedly, and suddenly raised his hand. The jade pendant drew an emerald arc in the air: "Go on!"

Song Yuesheng hurried to answer it.

"Song Yuesheng."

This was the first time he called her by her first name.

She raised an eyebrow: "What's up?"

Su Zhenhe rarely showed his usual expression and showed some emotion.

"Your personality..." He sighed softly, "You are not suitable to stay in the palace. You will die of depression in a year at most."

Song Yuesheng picked up a potato from the table and threw it at him: "Are you trying to curse me to death?"

"gone."

She paused as she walked towards the door, and waved her hand without looking back: "After I enter the palace, I will find you to make things for me. Lord Su, please charge me a lower price."

Su Zhenhe was stunned and asked quickly: "What do you mean by wandering around? What do you want to do?"

The only response he got was the sound of hurried footsteps leaving.

"Sister Yue, can sending the heroine away really increase the mission value?"

Blue Sparrow looked at Song Yuesheng who had gone back into the Imperial Hospital to look for drugs, and asked worriedly.

After Song Yuesheng got the medicine, he closed the drawer and answered, "The souls from other worlds cannot come to this world, which is equivalent to the vacancy of the heroine bound by the wild halo in this world. Do you think it can be increased?"

Blue Sparrow suddenly realized, "Of course it can! Sister Yue, why don't you get some more medicine? I think we need to use strong medicine to deal with the heroine."

Song Yuesheng: ...

Forget it.

It's hard to explain to a sparrow.