C270 Take the opportunity to strike

Song Qingyu followed Ah Wan into the room. He did not return to the inner room nor did he go to the Medicine Pavilion. Instead, he sat down in the middle hall. Ming Zhu immediately served tea.

"What did Miss Yang come here for?" Song Qingyu's eyes slightly narrowed. He had the nagging feeling that this early in the morning, Yang Ziru was not just here to argue with him. Moreover, something had happened to Yang Ziqin, it was useless for her to come here and argue.

Ming Zhu handed the cup of tea to Song Qingyu. Hearing Song Qingyu's question, Ming Zhu was so shocked that his hand swayed slightly, "Initially, a palace maid reported in front of the palace door that Miss Yang invited us to meet her. Miss Yang is still fine, this servant will invite Miss Yang to come in. It was a servant who personally went to receive Miss Yang. At that time, Miss Yang was different, she only said that she wanted to see the doctor and asked for his help. "

Help?

This was too much for Song Qingyu, he did not know what he could do to help Yang Ziru. If Yang Ziru had come for Yang Ziqin, then Fang Yunshan would have gone to Yang Ziqin's side to take care of her. Why bother? Why would he want her to go too?

Ming Zhu was extremely nervous. Seeing how Song Qingyu did not say anything and passed the tea to him, Ming Zhu regretted his decision more and more. He immediately knelt down, "It is all this servant's fault. If I knew that Miss Yang would be so disrespectful to Doctor Si, why would I have let Miss Yang in?"

When his knee touched the ground, a clear and melodious sound was emitted, causing Song Qingyu's thoughts to scatter and his heart to tremble violently.

The palace maids were all very careful, not daring to make the slightest mistake.

Ming Zhu also had good intentions in mind. He felt that Song Qingyu would not know when he would return. He was afraid that he would neglect the guests and make Song Qingyu unhappy. The boss invited Yang Ziru in to drink tea and wait.

However, no matter how he thought about it, he still made a huge mistake.

"If you get up, I won't blame you. This has nothing to do with you. Get up and tell me what happened afterwards. " Song Qing Yu said and looked at A'Wan.

A gala took two steps forward, walked to Ming Zhu's side, and helped her up.

Ming Zhu looked gratefully at Song Qingyu, "When Miss Yang arrived, she said that she would wait outside the courtyard so that she could see the doctor when he returned." But who would have thought that the palace maids who could not keep their mouths shut would know that Miss Yang had arrived and were chatting idly in the courtyard. When this servant noticed, Miss Yang had already heard the nonsense and misunderstood the Imperial Physician. "

When Song Qingyu heard this, his gaze changed slightly. It was dark and gloomy.

Seeing what Song Qingyu was thinking, Ah Wan walked up to his side and said, "Miss need not worry, the palace has always loved to spread false rumors and find a few people to punish them. Since they know the nature of the doctor, they will not dare to bully him."

When Song Qingyu heard this, he felt that it made sense. After some thought, he shook his head, "Whispering is the most uncontrollable."

"But Miss, are we just going to leave it at that?" She did not want the reputation of such a gentle mistress to be tarnished by a few palace maids.

"Bring the pastries from yesterday and follow me to the kitchen."

Ah Wan was surprised. "Even at such a time, you still have time to make the pastries." Although Master Chen has agreed to it, but we can still fool them by just giving them some pastries, so why does Miss really need to do it herself? "

"Other than the imperial concubines expending a great deal of effort to make the pastries, the rest of the pastries are all rushed out to be delivered to the various palaces. Naturally, they don't taste like those pastries."

Song Qingyu's eyes narrowed before he chuckled, "It doesn't take much effort."

Even so, A-Wan still couldn't understand that Song Qingyu was originally a young miss, and was now a imperial physician in the palace. He was deeply loved by the empress, so why did he have to make his own pastries?

Song Qing Yu brought Ah Wan to the kitchen and let Ming Zhu stay behind.

An hour later, Song Qingyu finished making the pastries.

This time, Song Qingyu's skill in cooking increased even more. Hot cakes and fragrant noodles filled the air. After sending some to the palace maids in the kitchen, they happily accepted them.

These pastries were all made from the finest materials. They could not eat them before, so they happily accepted Song Qingyu's generous gift. They didn't care that Song Qingyu had wasted so much time borrowing their place, and was still hoping that Song Qingyu would come often.

After the people of the palace thanked him profusely, they sent Song Qingyu off.

She was holding four layers of pastries.

There were too many of them.

She thought about it and felt that it was weird. She heard Song Qingyu's question.

"Who is the doctor who lives in a room in the Southwest?"

Upon hearing this, A'Xin was first taken aback before she came back to her senses. "It's Doctor Zhang Si." She was the most active, had a lot of friends, and was also a new doctor. "But this servant doesn't see it often either."

Song Qingyu nodded when he heard this. When he returned, he saw that not only was the atmosphere in the yard calm, but Yang Ziru had also returned. Yang Zi Ru stood in the middle of the yard and stared at the clump of grass on the lawn. It was unknown what she was thinking about.

Song Qingyu did not walk over. Instead, he walked over to the right side of the corridor and walked directly to a room in the front. The people in the house who were watching Yang Ziru's return felt that it was a big show and they were all watching it from the windows. He didn't notice Song Qingyu's arrival at all.

Song Qingyu went down the corridor to the right and turned to the front of the southwest room.

A-Wan followed behind Song Qingyu. She was curious as to why Song Qingyu had come here. Looking forward, she was even more curious as to why there was not a single palace maid in front of Doctor Zhang's house.

What he did not know was that the group of people were watching Song Qingyu's every move from the front of the house. At this moment, how could he have known that Song Qingyu had come over?

"What kind of trouble do you think it would cause if the Queen were to quarrel with the Song Doctor of the Song Family and the Yang family's second young miss, Yang Ziru? I'm really looking forward to it. "

"Even if Song Qingyu was usually so calm, this Yang Ziru is certain that Song Qingyu did not care about the life and death of her sister. Otherwise, we would have wasted so much effort to spread the news. "

"Don't worry, I've heard that Yang Ziru is a cannon fodder, she would do it easily. Moreover, her elder sister encountered this kind of thing, she wouldn't be able to withstand it for a long time. It would be best if we get this to the empress, so we're missing a spot to contest. "

"Yes." "It would be best if that Fang Yunshan also got unlucky."

Several people muttered.

When Ah Wan heard this, she could not hold it in any longer. Seeing that Song Qingyu was still unperturbed, she clenched her fists and endured.

Song Qingyu took a step forward, pretended that nothing had happened, and walked into the house, regretfully saying, "Why is there no one here? I wanted to send some pastries, but who would have thought that no one was around. "