The Deadly Ghost

Flowers come out, what flowers come out?

After hearing what Madam Gong said, Song Ci was a little unresponsive.

However, when Mrs. Lu heard this, her face turned pale and looked at Madam Gong in disbelief. Even Song Zhiqing turned pale and got up from the ground.

"What, flowers come out?" Song Zhiqing widened his eyes and said, "This is fine, how can smallpox come out?"

smallpox!

When Song Ci heard this word, he immediately understood what the hell is this?

Deadly ghost!

Smallpox is equal to chickenpox, while ancient smallpox was not as good as modern. It was vaccinated for prevention at a young age, and there was no precaution here at all, so the ancients changed their colors when they heard about the flowers.

Because it is very likely that people will die, the Qing Dynasty had two other emperors who collapsed because of this.

Song Ci's body felt a little cold.

Lu came to his senses and rushed in without thinking. She was pulled quickly by Madam Gong.

"Mrs. Third Madam, if you have never had smallpox, you cannot enter." Madam Gong said sternly.

Smallpox is extremely contagious. Don’t get infected with the whole thing, that’s the end.

Lu's body stiffened. She had never been out of it, but it was her son inside. How could she leave him alone!

Lu wanted to lie and say that she had made a letter, but Song Zhiqing had already said first: "No, Ruxin has never made a letter."

"I'm not afraid of being infected. Mother, Madam Gong, I'm Zhou'er's biological mother, I have to go and guard him." Lu stamped his feet in a hurry.

Song Ci took a deep breath and scolded: "Don't be willful. You are not afraid of getting infected. But if it is not cured, it is just a word for death. Third brother, go and ask Jiang Fulai if the imperial physician he invited has arrived. Please come here quickly."

She is also a first-class lady. She is now facing such a big event and is extremely majestic with a cold face.

Song Zhiqing responded quickly and ran out quickly.

It's right that he loves the concubine's son, but he also loves the virtuous son. He only has one virtuous son. If something happens, this...

"Mother, let me go in and see Zhou'er. I'm not afraid of death." Lu clasped Song Ci's hand and knelt down.

Seeing her tears flowing, her face was filled with horror, Song Ci softened her heart and said, "You have to wear it first when you go in and see. Madam Gong went to call someone to prepare some things..."

Song Ci quickly ordered people to get oil paper, cotton croquette, vinegar and spirits, etc., and not let people enter the house, but only cut them in the yard.

What she wanted to make was the simplest protective clothing, made of oil paper, and on the other hand, she also asked the doctor and Lin Qing to invite the doctor of the government.

Lu cried so hard that she was shaking herself, and she was already in a turmoil all night, but now she was at the end of her strength after hearing this terrible news.

When Mother Zhou came back, she heard the news and her feet became soft and she felt like she was falling into an ice cellar.

On the other side, Bai Shuilian knelt in front of the yard of Chunhuitang. Under the scorching sun, the person was a little listless and pale, which made the servants coming and going look around frequently, point fingers, and even sarcastically and contempt.

Bai Shuilian heard it in her ears, her waist was still straight, but her hands that were hanging beside her curled up quietly, and a hint of humiliation and anger flashed through her lowered eyes.

Suddenly, someone rushed into Chunhui Hall quickly, and some people started moving in the inner courtyard. Then several people came out of it, and their pace was rushing.

The voice was far away, but Bai Shuilian heard two words faintly, and she was blooming.

Her heart was slightly tightened, and her drooping hands were clenched and released. She slowly raised her head and looked at the name of the plaque in Chunhui Hall, her eyes were dark, as if there were wind and clouds surging.
Chapter completed!