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Chapter 738: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

The night wind in Canwu Palace was blowing with constant chill. Song Yuesheng covered his face with the last piece of black cloth, leaving only a pair of clear eyes exposed.

Zhenshu's coughing hasn't stopped all day, and if it goes on any longer, he'll be finished.

She swiftly climbed out of the window and her figure disappeared into the shadow of the palace wall like a cat.

"Sister Yue, are you going to take the path of being considerate of the servants and then recording the history books?"

Song Yuesheng replied as he moved, "No. The most important thing in the palace is to have a trusted helper.

The original owner didn't have a single confidant, not even a maid as a dowry.

If I don't win over the people's hearts now, it will be even harder to have confidants when the queen enters the palace or when I regain my throne in the future."

The glazed tiles of the Imperial Hospital glowed coldly in the moonlight.

Song Yuesheng moved along the wall, "I need to do something, stop chatting with me."

"Okay, Sister Yue."

She looked around and confirmed that there were no patrolling imperial guards or palace servants. She climbed over the wall swiftly and went straight to the medicine store on the west side of the Imperial Hospital and jumped in through the window.

The sandalwood scent of the medicine cabinet hits me.

She quickly took out a lighter and in the dim light, her fingertips brushed over the labels on the medicine drawers.

"Ephedra...almond...licorice..."

She silently recited the prescription from memory, and the herbs were quickly wrapped in coarse cloth.

Just as he was reaching out to grab the topmost cassia twigs, he suddenly heard the sound of pendants and bracelets in the distance.

Song Yuesheng's pupils suddenly shrank and the fire started to go out instantly.

She dodged and hid in the shadow behind the medicine cabinet, and heard a clear voice with a smile coming: "Doctor Li, wait a minute, we need to weigh another three grams of this aconite."

The moonlight leaked in through the window lattice, illuminating a person in a moon-white official robe.

The young imperial physician had his back to her, weighing medicinal herbs with his slender fingers.

Song Yuesheng held his breath.

The male protagonist is Shen Qihe.

The youngest judge in the Imperial Medical Bureau, it was said that even the Empress Dowager asked him to give her acupuncture when she had a headache.

"President Shen is too cautious." The older colleague laughed, "When did you not personally check the Empress Dowager's prescriptions?"

Shen Qihe turned around, and the moonlight reflected on his smiling eyes.

At first glance, she looks as gentle as spring water, but her slightly upturned phoenix eyes contain the calmness of a cold pond.

"A doctor is like a parent." He smiled naturally as he spoke, but his finger suddenly stopped in mid-air, "——Did Doctor Li ever move the medicine cabinet?"

Song Yuesheng frowned behind the counter.

When she took the medicine just now, she deliberately put the drawer back to its original place.

How did he find out?

Could it be... the taste of hot pot?

But that was all in the morning, and she would eat fruit even if she was hungry.

Dog nose?

“No.”

Shen Qihe's eyes slowly swept across the medicine cabinet, and suddenly three silver needles slipped out from his sleeves.

Song Yuesheng clasped the silver hairpin tightly with her fingertips.

"It looks like a wild cat has sneaked in." He suddenly chuckled, but the silver needle was still pinched between his fingers. "You go back first, I'll count the herbs."

When the footsteps faded away, Song Yuesheng heard a gentle voice nearby.

"How long will you hide?"

A cold light flashed, and she spun around to avoid the silver needle that suddenly shot towards her.

Shen Qihe stood three steps away, his official robes flowing like water under the moonlight, playing with the fourth silver needle in his hand: "Stealing the Imperial Hospital at night is a capital crime."

"Then..." Song Yuesheng raised the corners of his eyes slightly, looking at him meaningfully, "What is the crime of stealing the imperial physician?"

Shen Qihe was stunned, but saw the woman in front of him feint a move and throw out medicine powder from her sleeves.

Amid the white fog, he heard a slight sound of window lattice. When he chased out, he only saw a fleeting black shadow on the palace wall.

"Court Judge!" Imperial Doctor Li rushed over upon hearing the voice, "Should we notify the imperial guards?"

Shen Qihe picked up the medicine powder scattered on the ground and suddenly smiled: "No need, it's a prescription for treating colds."

He looked in the direction where the black shadow disappeared, and the silver needle on his fingertips emitted an arc of cold light.

"There are many palace maids in the palace who are unable to treat illnesses. It is better to have less trouble than more."

Doctor Li praised sincerely: "As expected of you, Judge Shen. I am grateful for your teaching."

Shen Qihe remained silent.

The night wind blew across his temples, lifting a few strands of scattered hair.

In his eyes, no matter whether it was a noble or a humble maid, they were just...

"Just the same ants."

He whispered to himself, and the remaining medicinal fragrance on his fingertips dissipated in the wind.

**

Song Yuesheng carefully hid the medicine package obtained from the Imperial Hospital into the bag he had prepared in advance.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly under the black scarf - she had the medicine for Zhenshu, but she wanted much more than that.

Eunuch Wu's words during the day echoed in his ears: "In the vegetable cellar behind the Shangshansi, new vegetables will be stored every day at yinshi..."

Song Yuesheng glided lightly over the palace wall, and the moonlight stretched her shadow into a long and slender shape.

Ugh.

I climb over the wall every night and am almost as busy as a cat.

In fact, cats don’t often climb over walls to wander at night.

The outline of Shangshansi gradually became clear.

Unlike the smell of medicine in the Imperial Medical Bureau, the smell here is filled with the aroma of chopped green onions, ginger and garlic.

Song Yuesheng moved along the wall when he suddenly heard a humming voice coming from far away.

"......I am in a good mood today, so I will reward you with half a jar of Lihuabai!"

The clear male voice was a little drunken. Song Yuesheng squinted his eyes and saw a tall figure walking under the moonlight.

The man was carrying a jar of wine, and his amber eyes were surprisingly bright in the night.

When he smiled, a canine tooth was exposed, and his official hat was worn askew, revealing a few strands of unruly black hair.

The seal of the Imperial Kitchen was held by Su Zhenhe.

This was the last male protagonist she met in this world.

Song Yuesheng held his breath and watched him stagger towards the vegetable cellar.

Then she followed quietly.

The vegetable cellar door was pushed open with a creaky sound.

Su Zhenhe hummed a tuneless little song, casually placed the wine jar on the shelf, and suddenly bent over and sneezed: "A-choo! Who missed me? This is..."

Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows slightly in the dark.

His personality is different from what I imagined.

Based on the description of his appearance in the plot, she thought he was a very childish person.

She waited patiently until she heard the dull thud of the wine jar falling to the ground, followed by the sound of even breathing.

Su Zhenhe actually fell asleep leaning against the vegetable rack.

Song Yuesheng waited for a while, then slipped in nimbly.

Various seasonal vegetables were neatly stacked in the vegetable cellar. She quickly picked out a few that were easy to grow: shallots with roots, potatoes that had just sprouted, and a few plump garlic heads...

"Miss," a smiling voice suddenly sounded from behind, "even when stealing vegetables, we have to follow the first come first served rule, right?"

"My rule is that the competent person gets the job."

The moment Song Yuesheng turned around, a boning knife flew past her face towel and hit the wooden frame behind her with a clang.

Su Zhenhe leaned against the door, his amber eyes not showing any sign of drunkenness.

He casually threw another knife, his fangs flashing in the moonlight: "I have caught eight thieves by pretending to be drunk."

Song Yuesheng narrowed his eyes.

"Take off your face towel." Su Zhenhe stood up straight, and after his smile faded, he looked a little fierce. "The rule of the Shangshansi is to punish ten times the amount of stealing."

Song Yuesheng suddenly grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at him. When his vision was blocked, the silver hairpin from her sleeve flew out and hit his wrist.

"clang--"

The boning knife accurately blocked the silver hairpin. Su Zhenhe raised his eyebrows: "Oh, you are a martial artist?"

He took out a kitchen knife like a magic trick, and the two knives in his hands shone with dazzling silver light: "When I was in the underworld, you were still -"

boom!

Song Yuesheng suddenly stepped forward and kicked him in the lower body with a sweeping kick.

Su Zhenhe jumped back hastily, but saw her body turn like a ghost, raised her right leg high, and kicked his knife-holding wrist accurately.

The kitchen knife was nailed into the beam with a clang, and the handle was still shaking.

Before he could react, Song Yuesheng launched another roundhouse kick, hitting him right in the chest.

Su Zhenhe flew backwards, his back hitting the vegetable rack hard, and garlic and ginger pieces fell to the ground.

"Cough cough..."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were burning with excitement, "What a skill! Where did you learn from? Among the 72 martial arts schools in Huangjing, there are not many that can teach such leg techniques."

Song Yuesheng had already walked to the door. Hearing this, he turned back with his eyes curved.

She threw something over and Su Zhenhe caught it subconsciously.

——It’s half a piece of osmanthus cake.

"Drinking too much alcohol hurts your stomach." She lowered her voice deliberately, but couldn't hide a hint of smile, "Master Su should eat more proper food."

By the time Su Zhenhe reacted and chased after him, the place was already deserted in the night.

He stroked the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and suddenly laughed out loud: "Interesting... There is actually such a person hiding in the palace..."