140 Calm

The contradictory psychology made Lin Su feel happy many times. In the end, she could only take out the prescription, let people prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and describe it little by little according to the words above.

Whether it is in her previous life or this life, she has no deep attainments in poetry, songs, and words. I seldom use these things to make a fool of themselves. However, now looking at Feng Jing's elegant and ethereal font, with an indescribable free and easy, she suddenly has an impulse to imitate.

One by one, Lin Su is not completely modeled on the prescription, and sometimes he will write some messy words. The abandoned paper was thrown all over the ground, and Lin Su slowly calmed down in his writing again and again.

The last piece of paper is written with a pair of words given to her by Si Yu.

"Rem"

The two words

made Lin Su confused for a long time, and he didn't know what Si Ye meant. He even thought that Si Yue had seen through something. At that time, the news of Wen Jingxuan's death just came. She was so sad that she could hardly hide her loss and repeatedly did some small things.

Now, she has written these two words by herself, but suddenly she has a clear feeling. At that time, Si Yu may not really know her personal feelings for Wen Jingxuan. However, in order to compete with Zhou Shuxian in the harem and for some other purposes, he tolerated this.

After all, for Si Yu, nothing is more important than the world. In those years, she was actually just a palace concubine, and she didn't really do anything to destroy her reputation...

Do things calmly, calmly, and don't feel oppressed, otherwise you will make mistakes.

Looking down at the two words on the white paper, Lin Su slowly put down the pen, exhaled a turbid breath that had been stuck in her chest for a long time, and slowly moved her already stiff arm. Then he called Chunyan, who was guarding outside, to come and pack up.

" Throw these into the charcoal basin and burn them off. As for this one..." Lin Su hesitated for a moment and said, "Dry it and send it to someone to frame it and hang it in the room for me."

"Yes, master." Chunyan answered in a low voice and began to bend down to clean up the discarded messy paper, and then threw it in a charcoal basin beside her.

Lin Su smelled the burning of the paper and hesitated for a long time. Finally, she slowly took out the prescription folded in her sleeve, "Chunyan, burn this too."

She received Feng Jing's heart, but some things could not be left behind. Burning it is good for both of them.

Chunyan turned around and looked at Lin Su curiously, but took the prescription directly without saying anything. After seeing that it burned ashes like other papers, she breathed a sigh of relief, opened the window and waited for a cold wind to come in, blowing away the smell of burning things in the room, and then closed it again. "Master, let's take a break."

Lin Su nodded, got up and sat **, and was rubbed his shoulder by Chunyan, but his heart was still a little annoyed.

There are some things on my mind, which really don't mean that I can think about it.

However, at least she can face it.

At the end of this month, Wen Jingxuan left the capital for the first time with his imperial order and went to northern Xinjiang. Li Moshan, as Wen Jingxuan's cousin, still gave him some precious medicinal materials. As for Lin Su, after hearing the news, he just smiled, but didn't eat anything all day.

And the next day, she cheered up again, with a trace of haggard but much more energetic. Seeing this, Chunyan quickly asked people to go to the kitchen to bring noodles for Lin Su. Halfway through the meal, the gloomy sky outside suddenly began to fall.

"It's snowing." Lin Su was a little distracted. He put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, looked up at the snowflakes slowly floating outside, and suddenly lowered his head and tried to stuff the noodles in the bowl into his mouth.

"Master, eat slowly. Here is the soup specially made by Mother Lin. You can drink some soup first. Chunyan hurriedly served Lin Subucai with soup to avoid her choked.

Lin Su finished eating noodles and drank soup. He felt as if he had come back to life, and his limbs were warm. She got up and stood at the door with Chunyan. She looked at the little maid cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks before turning her head and looking at the snowy sky outside.

"If the master is tired, it's better go back to his room to rest. It's cold outside..." Chunyan whispered halfway through and saw Xia Yan coming back from the outside in a hurry.

"Master..." After patting off the snowflakes on her body, Xia Yan entered the room and looked at Lin Su and then looked at the little maid beside her. It's so cold. Go and get two more incense stoves to warm your master's hands and bring a pot of hot tea by the way.

The little maid immediately answered when she heard the words and left with something. Xia Yan then helped Lin Su sit down with Chunyan, and then whispered, "I'm afraid the situation of the little prince is not good. He has recruited three imperial doctors to go to the Chaofeng Hall, and the maidservant also saw a maid next to the queen going to the direction of the emperor's imperial study."

"Little prince..." Lin Su tightened his heart and immediately stood up, "Have you heard what's going on now?"

"When the maidservant came back, I heard that the emperor had sent someone to the imperial hospital to ask for a royal doctor." Xia Yan looked around cautiously, and then whispered, "It's just that according to the rumors heard by the slaves, I'm afraid that the little prince won't be better this time."

Indeed, the weather is getting colder and colder. At this time, once he falls ill, I'm afraid he will really kill the little prince. Thinking of the baby who had lived under his own care for a period of time, Lin Su's hand subconsciously fell on her bulging abdomen.

"At any time, pay attention to the situation over there and come back and tell me as soon as there is news." She sat down again, picked up the preserves beside her and put them in her mouth with a feeling of nausea. After Xia Yan hurriedly left, she leaned on the back of the chair tiredly, held a warm hand with a faint fragrance in her hand, and whispered, "Chunyan, do you think the little prince...will..."

"Master, in any case, this is a good thing for the master." Chunyan's voice trembled and whispered, "After all, the child in the master's belly will be born in the future..."

"I just hope she is a daughter..." Thinking of her son who died in her previous life, although Lin Su misses it, she understands the fierce fight in the palace, but prefers to have a daughter this time. At least, my daughter doesn't have to fall into this kind of fraud. If her life is good enough, she can even marry a man she likes and live a plain and happy life.

That time, part of what she said to Si Yu actually came from her heart.