After swallowing my anger and taking the blame, I became the lucky little queen

Chapter 628: Child Avoidance Medicine

Han Song couldn't sit still any longer, "Madam? Which Madam? How come I didn't know that you married a master of detoxification?"

Qin Junyu took a sip of tea and said, "She is not an expert in detoxification, but she knows a little about medicine."

"Are you kidding me?" Han Song laughed angrily, "If a little knowledge of medicine can cure this kind of poison that is rarely seen in a thousand years, then why should I, Han Song, still hang around in the martial arts world?"

He was furious, but Qin Junyu remained calm, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Okay, you're pretending again." Han Song pressed his cheek with his tongue, feeling dizzy with anger.

He has known Qin Junyu for so many years, and he has often seen him say some shocking things in a nonchalant manner. Han Song always regards this behavior as "pretending".

Qin Junyu took out a folded handkerchief from his sleeve, placed it on the table, pressed it with two fingers and pushed it over, "Help me see what's going on?"

I had wanted to ask Chen Yuanpan to come for testing tomorrow, but now that we have a ready-made medicinal genius, of course we must make the best use of both the material and the person.

Han Song cautiously unfolded the handkerchief and found that it was filled with very fine powder.

"That's all? Not even a fingernail." Han Song was very disgusted. "Since your wife knows a little bit about medicine, why don't you let her check you? Now you think of me, who is useless."

Qin Junyu raised his eyebrows and motioned for him to continue.

Han Song teased him but he still held up the handkerchief obediently, sniffed it at the tip of his nose, and frowned instantly.

Qin Junyu's heart was in his throat. Could this be some medicine that could cure a terminal illness?

Han Song rummaged in his arms, took out a silver needle, and studied the medicine powder carefully.

He confidently recited the ingredients of the powder: "5 grams of Chuanxiong, 17 grams of Chinese angelica, 1 gram of peach kernel, 1 gram of safflower, 0.5 grams of ginger charcoal, 1 gram of roasted licorice, and 6 grams of rapeseed."

Qin Junyu was puzzled.

"Brother Yu, who are you going to give this to? It's not your wife, is it? Oh no, it should be called the queen." Han Song looked at him, "It shouldn't be. I heard from the people of Shengjing that the new emperor has not yet selected the concubines since he ascended the throne, and only favors the queen. Are you willing to give her this medicine?"

"No wonder people often say that the imperial family is the most ruthless." Han Song smacked his lips.

Qin Junyu was speechless, "So what kind of medicine is this?"

"Oh, so you didn't know?" Han Song was confused. Why didn't he make a sound when he cursed Qin Junyu so many times just now?

Han Song rolled up the handkerchief and returned it to him. He picked up the teacup and took a big sip. His facial features were immediately twisted together by the bitterness. Before answering Qin Junyu's question, he did not forget to complain: "It's not your tea that's to blame. Milk tea is still better. This is too bitter."

"This is actually a contraceptive drug. If you drink it, you won't get pregnant. It's usually seen in prostitutes. Many prostitutes drink one bowl a day. After drinking it for a few days, it will damage their foundation and they will never get pregnant again in this life."

Han Song rolled up a strand of hair and spoke nonchalantly, not noticing that the face of the person opposite him had turned very ugly.

"Moreover, this medicine will have very serious side effects if taken by people who have never been pregnant. Most people will not use this medicine unless it is absolutely necessary."

At this point, he suddenly remembered to ask, "Where did you get this?"

Qin Junyu clenched his fists, his mind filled with Nian Susu’s guilty look.

She knows medicine, so it's impossible that she doesn't know the ingredients of the medicine. Even if she knew it, why would she keep it?

Doesn't she want to have his child?

Qin Junyu felt as if struck by lightning, and his mood suddenly plummeted to the bottom.

Han Song noticed the change in the aura and couldn't help but worry, "Brother Yu, are you okay?"

Qin Junyu tried to keep his expression calm, but his teeth were actually chattering. "I'm fine, just a little tired."

He closed his eyes. Han Song didn't know why his temperament changed so drastically. Could it be related to this medicine?

It would be very scary if Qin Junyu got angry, so Han Song prepared to escape.

"Well...I'll leave first."

"I'll be strolling around Shengjing these days. I'll come and visit you when I'm free."

Han Song didn't wait for his answer and escaped through the window.

The sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and the moon had long been covered, leaving only endless darkness.

Qin Junyu crushed a porcelain cup with force and stared at the handkerchief with bloodshot eyes. He didn't understand why she did this.

……

The rain was heavy like pillars, lightning split the night in half, and every thunderclap shook people's hearts.

The corners of their robes were wet, and the palace maids on duty outside the Qinian Palace all went to the corridor to take shelter from the rain.

"It was a bright moon and a clear breeze just now, why is it suddenly raining heavily?"

"Who knows? I don't think the rain will stop any time soon."

Several palace servants were gathered together and talking when suddenly a noise came from the bedroom behind them. They turned around and found that the lights were on inside, but none of them noticed it.

The clanging sounds inside were louder than a thunderstorm. The window behind them was hit by something and the window paper was immediately torn.

The palace servants looked at each other, and no one dared to push the door.

After discussion, everyone agreed to call Lin Shoude over.

After a while, Lin Shoude came hurriedly, holding up oil paper, and there was almost no dry spot on his body.

When he arrived under the eaves and heard the noise inside, Lin Shoude knew why he was invited there without asking.

Someone who was perceptive had already taken the umbrella from his hand and made a "please" gesture, "Eunuch Lin, the emperor had already gone to bed at 5:05 pm, and the weather suddenly changed just now. I don't know why the lights came on in the palace, and then this happened."

The sounds of smashing things were still being heard, and Lin Shoude was worried.

"We dare not go in rashly, for fear of offending the emperor, so we can only ask you to come."

"You are the best at guessing the emperor's intentions and are the most trusted by the emperor. We servants are counting on you to save our lives!"

After saying this, several people knelt down and kowtowed to him.

If anything happens to the emperor, no one on duty tonight will survive.

Lin Shoude was unsure and he broke out in a cold sweat on this cold rainy night.

After the death of the previous emperor, his master Li Zhongquan went to guard the imperial mausoleum, and the eunuch in charge of the Yangxin Palace naturally fell to him.

In fact, Lin Shoude had been following Qin Junyu for less than half a year. Let alone guessing the emperor's intentions, it was good enough that he did not offend the emperor.

Lin Shoude was in a dilemma and could only bite the bullet and knock on the door.

There was silence inside for a while, and then a heavy and suppressed voice came: "Come in."

The palace servants watched him go in with sharp eyes.

——Less than half a quarter of an hour.

Lin Shoude came out with a very ugly look on his face.

Several people outside the door looked at him worriedly, and no one dared to ask what was going on inside.

Lin Shoude sighed and shook his head, "You all can go down. There's no need to stay here. We can clean up tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, Eunuch Lin." Several people rushed out hurriedly, and their figures disappeared into the rainy night.

Lin Shoude looked back at the closed door.

He didn't know what had happened. The emperor sat in the mess, looking tired, and kept asking: Why?