Jun Jiuling

This is the side hall in the Empress Dowager's palace, the distance between the rooms is not far, and they have already walked for a while, and they can already hear the laughter of the princes and princesses.

When Miss Jun asked this, the night wind in March blew her hair, and she reached out to stroke her hair, and stroked her dress with the other hand, which was almost toppled and messed up, with a relaxed expression.

The little maid gasped.

"No," she said.

Bing'er only has one older sister. I don't know if my older sister has any children at home. Could it be?

Miss Jun held her hand slightly.

"Miss Jun, you remember wrongly." The little maid continued, "The person serving you wine in the main hall must not be called Bing'er."

Miss Jun said oh.

"Probably, I was too nervous and didn't hear it clearly." She said with some embarrassment, "It sounds like Bing'er."

The little maid nodded.

"It must be wrong, it can't be Binger's." She said.

Miss Jun pursed her lips and smiled as she stepped forward.

"From what you've said, it seems that there is indeed someone named Bing'er?" she asked.

The little maid nodded, a trace of sadness flashed across her face under the reflection of the palace lantern.

"There is one." She said, "It's just that he died of illness the year before last."

Miss Jun paused and stepped up a step.

Sick, so, gone.

the year before last.

Is it after you die?

Was it discovered?

But it's not right, if it was found out, why did Bing'er's sister just disappear now? Shouldn't they be eliminated together?

Miss Jun's thoughts were a little confused.

"That's really embarrassing." She said hastily, apologetically.

The little maid shook her head at her.

"It's cold in winter, and it's easy to get wind and cold." She said in a low voice, "Some people are weak, so it's inevitable that they won't be able to survive."

winter.

Indeed, after his own death.

Miss Jun smiled at the little lady-in-waiting and stepped up the steps. The lady-in-waiting in the palace also came out and pushed open the door of the palace.

Three days later, Miss Jun and Old Doctor Feng walked out of the palace, followed by a large sum of rewards, as well as the princes and nobles who surrounded them at the gate of the palace.

"Doctor Feng, you must go to our house first."

"Miss Jun, we've already taken a number."

These pampered people also didn't care about losing their status, and they came forward to invite one by one, wishing to reach out and grab Old Doctor Feng to carry him back, but they were afraid of offending him, although they were anxious, they didn't dare to offend.

"There are all of them, everyone, don't worry." Old Doctor Feng said, his expression was calm, he was neither frightened nor flattered by so many people.

Nothing can frighten him or scare him. He has seen the emperor, used files for princes and princesses, and lived in the palace for three days.

"Everyone, don't worry. We will have plans and arrangements for the vaccination. No one will be missed or delayed." Old Doctor Feng said.

His equanimity quieted the somewhat riotous crowd, and they listened carefully to Old Doctor Feng's words.

Perhaps knowing that Miss Jun would not vaccinate the pox himself, everyone ignored her.

Miss Jun jumped over the crowd and saw Zhu Zan standing on Yujie.

Not only Zhu Zan, but also those children of the Zhou family.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, and it seemed that he just happened to be here, because when he saw Miss Jun looking over, Zhu Zan immediately turned his eyes away.

When he turned around to chase the Zhou family's children away, Miss Jun chased after him with a smile, as always.

"I told you it's fine, don't worry."

Miss Jun smiled.

Zhu Zan stopped and turned his head.

"Get rid of your words," he said.

Miss Jun laughed.

"If you don't even have this ability, but you dare to enter the palace for vaccination, then you will have died 800 times, why should others worry about it?" Zhu Zan said.

Miss Jun nodded.

"You're right." She smiled, looking at the Zhou family's children.

Several children of the Zhou family were also watching her secretly, and when they saw her looking at her, they shyly avoided their eyes.

"Is their business done?" Miss Jun asked.

At the beginning, Zhu Zan said to let the children of the Zhou family test the medicine, and if they succeeded, they would be spared the death penalty. Now that the ban in Guanghua Temple has been lifted, it is time to solve this matter.

Zhu Zan snorted.

"I sent them off," he said.

"Are you sure?" Miss Jun asked.

"Why are you asking so many questions?" Zhu Zan raised an eyebrow and said, "What do you want to do?"

Miss Jun laughed.

"I don't want to do anything, okay, I know you're going out, see you later." She smiled and waved her hand.

Zhu Zan looked at her and shook his head.

"You are really self-indulgent." He said, turned around and strode away.

For Jun Jiuling, it was indeed.

But for Chu Jiuling, no.

In Zhu Zan's view, everything today stemmed from treating King Huai's illness, and he had promised to cure King Huai and save her life.

This love is for King Huai, and for their family.

Miss Jun looked at Zhu Zan's back and said nothing, and the children who followed Zhu Zan stopped suddenly.

First one, and then the others also stopped, and turned around following Zhou Jing who was the leader.

Zhou Jing bent over to salute Miss Jun, and the other children also bowed down, and Zhou Maomao, who was held in his arms, was also put down, saluting decently.

They bowed deeply and gave a long salute.

"You don't have to thank me for that." Miss Jun shook her head and said, "To me, everyone is the same. I am not the one who chose you."

Zhou Jing and the others still didn't get up, Zhu Zan turned around and stretched out his big hand to grab them up.

"Why are there so many things, can't you hurry up?" He said.

The Zhou family's children were pushed away by him like little chickens.

Old doctor Feng also appeased the crowd and came over. Miss Jun got into the carriage with him and left the imperial city surrounded by the crowd.

Jiang Youshu stood outside the gate of the Imperial Hospital again. He had been standing here for the past few days. He stood here not waiting for someone, but hoping that he would never see those two people.

Those two people who entered the palace had better not come out again, or be carried out by the eunuchs, or carried out by the guards.

They were on a mission to vaccinate the princes and princesses.

Jiang Youshu looked forward to it so fiercely in his heart, it's not that he didn't try to enter the palace to have a look, but because the vaccination is of great importance, the Queen Mother was very nervous and refused to let anyone enter the palace for two days.

anyone.

He, Jiang Youshu, is the best doctor in the world today, the head of the imperial hospital, and the doctor most trusted by the emperor and empress dowager. Everyone wants to ask him for medical treatment.

To be regarded as anyone one day.

No, there was a time when that Zhang Qingshan came to the capital and was treated as a guest of honor by the emperor, and he was thrown aside like other doctors.

Fortunately, this Zhang Qingshan was also a big talker, he couldn't cure the prince's illness and ran away, and has since disappeared.

These people made a lot of fun, like fireworks, attracting people to scream and chase after them, but the excitement disappeared after a while, turning into a pile of ashes.

Only he is still standing here and will always be here.

Jiang Youshu spit out the stuffy breath in his chest, but before he could finish it, the noisy sound of horseshoes came from the street.

The carriage appeared.

There was not only one carriage, but one more was piled with rewards covered with royal bright yellow satin.

And there was a group of majestic and arrogant people in gorgeous clothes followed.

These people have never walked behind others in the past, but at this moment, they did not show the slightest impatience behind the two slow carriages, but were joyful instead.

God is really short-sighted.

With the rest of Jiang Youshu's breath stuck in his throat, he turned around and walked in with a flick of his sleeves.

The little official who was hiding at the side came over cautiously, looked at the chariots and horses that had gone away on the street with his head, and then looked back at the gate of the Imperial Hospital.

The gate was once smashed by Jin Yiwei, so of course it has been repaired at this time.

Looking into the courtyard through the gate, it is obviously very quiet in the daytime.

"It will probably be quieter next time," he said to himself.

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Thanks for the glaze prophecy. ,? The last shot? , Bingyi in the south rewards He Choi.

Thank you Dong Zun for rewarding the little golden pig.

Thank you everyone, I am very happy and happy to be with you. have a good weekend.