Chapter 763: The Panic Palace Maid
Bai Zhi shook his head: "It's not that the imperial doctor made a mistake. You were poisoned at that time and suffered from cold symptoms. After taking the medicine, you were temporarily relieved, and there was no other discomfort. But during that time, you were infected with another kind of disease. Poison, the poison is very weak, it is not easy to be diagnosed by the doctor, and it will not cause any obvious burden on the body. However, when this poison mixes with the cold poison accumulated in your body, it stimulates another poison, This kind of poison is also a subtle poison that is not easily detected by people, it will not cause any abnormality in the body, but it can destroy certain functions in your body bit by bit.”
"For example, the function of fertility." She fixed Meng Xuanling's clear eyebrows and said word by word.
Meng Xuanling's breathing continued to accelerate, and her face was pale. Over the years, she has been seeking medical advice, but she has no eyes at all. She also said that it was her own problem. Now listening to Bai Zhi's words, she has a sense of relief.
Over the years, all kinds of begging for a child have come to my mind one after another, and those seemingly inadvertent trivial matters, when I think about it at this time, have a great meaning.
Even with her feet, she knew who was hurting her, but she never thought that she had been hurting her so many years ago.
There were three palace maids serving Meng Xuanling, two of them had angry expressions on their faces, but one was pale and sweating on the forehead.
Although the side hall was warm, it was not warm enough to make one sweat.
Meng Xuanling was silent in her own world, and naturally she didn't notice the palace maid's abnormality. Bai Zhi felt that it was necessary to remind her.
Bai Zhi cleared her throat, coughed twice, and pulled Meng Xuanling's eyes back, she looked up at the palace maid who was standing behind the couch of the imperial concubine Meng Xuanling was sitting on, and said, "Sister, I'm thirsty, can you come for me? A new cup of tea?"
The palace maid did not expect that she would suddenly speak to her.
The palace maid seemed a little flustered, especially after being called by Bai Zhi to ask for tea, she became more and more flustered, as if she had done something bad and was caught on the spot. On the way to the tea house, I almost knocked over a vase.
The palace maid's strangeness fell in Meng Xuanling's eyes, she frowned slightly, glanced at the palace maid thoughtfully, and then nodded to Bai Zhi, as if to thank her for the reminder.
After a while, the palace maid came to serve tea, and Bai Zhi had already sat back in place. She placed the tea cup lightly on the small table beside Bai Zhi, and Bai Zhi smiled and asked, "Sister, what's wrong with your hand? Why is it shaking?"
The palace maid hurriedly retracted her hand, quickly hid behind her, and laughed dryly: "It's hot, it's hot, the servant is really rough, and she can't even do this kind of thing well. Miss Bai laughed."
Meng Xuanling looked at her with a half-smile but not a smile: "Girl's hands can't be scalded, let Miss Bai show you, or get some medicine or something, don't leave scars."
The palace maid immediately shook her head: "No, no, thank you for your love, the slave's hand is rough, it's okay to burn it once or twice, it's really okay."
"That can't be done. No matter how rough your hands are, if you get burned, you have to apply medicine. Otherwise, if someone sees it, you will say that the lady is not good to our servants." Qiuying, the palace maid standing beside Meng Xuanling, stepped forward in three steps , grabbed Dongye's hand and pulled it out.
Bai Zhi glanced at it, this hand is white and white, where is there any trace of burns?
Qiuying asked angrily: "What's the matter? You dare to lie in front of the empress? Are you tired of living?"