The eldest lady is both a doctor and a warrior, they love her so much

Song Guanqing was wearing a simple and elegant inner garment, sitting quietly on the bed, flipping through the book in his hands attentively.

The flickering candlelight flickered from time to time, making the light a little dazzling.

Bai Zhu, who was standing nearby, noticed this and gently advised, "Sir, it's getting late now, why don't you go to bed early?"

After listening, Song Guan shook his head slightly to indicate that he was not sleepy.

After all, I ate too much at dinner, and even though I took a walk with everyone to help digestion, I still didn't feel sleepy at all.

Not only that, for some reason, there is always an inexplicable sense of panic lingering deep in my heart.

After thinking for a moment, Song Guanqing ordered: "Go and make me a pot of calming tea."

As soon as he finished speaking, he began to feel doubtful. His original state of mind immersed in the world of the book was instantly broken. He simply put the book aside and slowly stood up.

After Bai Zhu stepped back, Bai Di quickly stepped forward and carefully put a soft and fluffy coat on Song Guanqing's shoulders.

This coat is Hua Xin's masterpiece. All the gentlemen in the mansion have the same one. In fact, it is for them to feel comfortable when they are indoors.

According to Hua Xin, this is the so-called "home clothes".

Unfortunately, when I was tying my belt today, it suddenly broke.

Bai Shi was stunned for a moment as she held the broken belt in her hand. She also felt a sense of foreboding in her heart. She quickly said to Song Guanqing, "Sir, please rest assured. I will ask the embroidery room to repair it tomorrow."

"It's okay, it's just that the thread is broken. Go get the needle and thread and I'll sew it myself. Why bother the embroidery room?"

Song Guanqing did know some skills in acupuncture. When he lived in Medicine King Valley, he could not be said to have lived a life of luxury. Before he demonstrated his abilities, he had to do all the chores himself. It was only after he made achievements in medical skills that he had people to serve him.

"Then I'll add another candle!"

Seeing that she couldn't persuade Song Guanqing, Bai Mi could only add a candle for him, so that at least the room would appear brighter.

After doing this, he handed the sewing kit to him.

When Baizhu came back with the calming tea, he happened to see the sewing kit in Baishen's hand, as if asking with his eyes: What are you doing?

Seeing this, Bai Su whispered, "The belt is broken, sir, you have to sew it yourself."

Bai Zhu was shocked when he heard this, and said hurriedly: "How can this be possible? Sir, how long has it been since you last touched a needle and thread? Just let me do this!"

There were murmuring sounds coming from outside the house. The two thought Song Guan couldn't hear it, but he still heard some of it.

Song Guanqing said loudly: "Don't dawdle outside, come in quickly! There's no need to be so reserved."

So, when Hua Xin arrived, she saw this scene.

The dim candlelight flickered, illuminating the entire room, while Song Guanqing sat there quietly, concentrating on sewing the belt in his hand. His serious look gave Hua Xin an inexplicable feeling, as if Song Guanqing exuded a different kind of virtuous aura at this moment.

Hua Xin suddenly didn’t want to break this beautiful moment. How about we talk about it tomorrow?

"Huahua, why are you here at this time? Is Ning Baoer already asleep?"

Song Guanqing didn't expect Hua Xin to come over, and was poked by the needle in his hand in a panic.

"hiss--"

"How's it going? Where did you poke?"

Hua Xin walked forward, looked at the blood bead coming out of her index finger, and put it in her mouth without saying a word.

Song Guanqing suddenly felt something strange and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Okay, okay, it should be fine."

Hua Xin held it in her mouth for a while and then checked again, and sure enough, the bleeding had stopped.

"Why are you sewing so late at night? Besides, there is an embroidery room in the mansion. If you need it, just ask Bai Shu to send it there. Why bother getting hurt for no reason?"

Song Guanqing felt warm in his heart as he watched Hua Xin say a bunch of words, and said happily: "I'm very happy that Hua Hua cares about me."

Hua Xin suddenly felt like a deflated ball. As the saying goes, worry makes one confused. The tone of her voice just now was not good.

Even so, Song Guanqing still felt that he cared about him.

Okay, that’s true.

But this made her even more speechless.

When he looked around, he found Song Guanqing mending a broken belt, so Hua Xin took it over.

"So the belt is broken! I still think it's better to use buttons. I'll ask the embroidery room to modify it next time. If it really doesn't work, I can use jade buttons." Hua Xin said as she started to sew it and it was done in no time.

"How about it? Okay?"

Hua Xin’s sewing skills are quite good, so there is no visible crack at all.

"Huahua is clever and deft."

Song Guanqing hugged Hua Xin all of a sudden, "I don't know why I felt uneasy today. When Hua Hua came, I felt much more at ease."

Hua Xin reached out her hand and gently patted his back, then asked, "Do you still remember your father?"

When Song Guanting heard this, his body trembled violently, and his chin, which had been resting on Hua Xin's shoulder, moved away. His face was full of confusion. He asked in confusion: "Why did you mention this?"

"Because I have bad news for you."

Song Guanqing's mind quickly flashed back to the incident of Zhongzhou sending people to seek medical treatment, and he already understood a little bit.

"Do you mean he..."

Seeing that he seemed to have made some assumptions, Hua Xin took the opportunity to continue the conversation, saying, "The news from Tianyang said that the Emperor of Zhongzhou died of illness not long ago. Zhongzhou is now in chaos, and the court is divided into three factions. One faction is suspicious of the sudden death of the Emperor of Zhongzhou and is determined to find a definite truth; another faction is the staunch supporters of the crown prince, who strongly recommend that Song Guanli ascend the throne immediately to stabilize the court; and the most bizarre is the third faction. They insist that there is another suitable candidate for the new emperor, and claim that the previous emperor left a will, but they are willing to make the will public only after seeing the new emperor appear with their own eyes. However, when asked who this so-called new emperor is, they kept silent."

"Died of illness..." Song Guanqing murmured these two words in a low voice, with an expression of disbelief in his eyes. He turned to look at Hua Xin, "Hua Hua, if I had gone at the beginning, would the ending be different?"

"Do you want to go back?" Hua Xin did not answer him. After all, she had no way to change what had happened. Now she had to look forward.

"To them, the Seventh Prince Song Guanqing is already dead, and his body is buried on the top of the mountain in Medicine King Valley."

"Qingyan, I just want to ask you, do you want to go back? If you want to go back, I will go back with you."