I have to do a task today too

Chapter 153 The Cultivation of a Concubine 6
Let it go on, and I'll have to cycle through these adjectives in my head before I go to sleep.

"Good host." 404 obediently stopped the product introduction.

After tidying up, it was past nine o'clock. Su Ran was helped onto the bed, and then tucked into the quilt. After the lights were turned off, the room was not completely dark, at least the moonlight shone through the open window. The light came in through the open window, and some things in the room could still be vaguely recognized.

But before she could think about anything else, her body's biological clock turned on on time. She was still sick, and after taking a comfortable hot bath and being in bed, she fell into a drowsy sleep.

I don't want to, let's talk about it tomorrow.

At this time, 404 had no intention of resting, and its database finally analyzed some useful things.

There is a problem with the host it chose, and the problem is the silent native system.

But I just found a problem, and I don't know what the problem is for the time being.

Everything has to be based on the host's behavior and emotional fluctuations to make the next judgment.

Of course Su Ran didn't know this.

The next day.

When Su Ran woke up, she felt refreshed. She wondered if she had eaten enough and slept well. She felt that her body was almost in good shape.

"Master, I see that your complexion is much better today, why don't you ask the imperial doctor to take a look, about today's soup and medicine will be all right." Qian Yun stood beside Su Ran, because she couldn't shake the fan , so I can only stand.

"Yeah, okay, go invite me." Su Ran was fiddling with the original owner's piano.

The original owner is only a half-baked master of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and knows a little bit, but it is only for self-entertainment, and there is nothing that can be sold.

Of course, the maids don't understand this, no matter what the original owner is playing, they just stand aside and listen to it. After all, they are the master, so of course they have to applaud and applaud the original owner. A string of rainbow farts directly blows the original owner into the sky.

"Are you sure your props are useful?" Su Ran was somewhat suspicious of 404's description.

The props that can be proficient in piano skills are not instant, but as long as you practice, you can increase your proficiency. Listening to the description, it feels like that kind of unreliable money-swindling thing, Su Ran slandered inwardly.The difference is that this prop is free, and you don't need to pay anything yourself.

404 now looks like he has compromised, but Su Ran doesn't know why, and always feels a little strange.

But no matter what, the system will take care of it, so she thinks it's not a big problem.

The props have already been used, and she asked 404, how much this proficiency will increase each time is inconclusive, maybe more or less, it sounds more like a bluff.

There is no way, let's bite the bullet and practice.

This is a Yaoqin, the appearance of the guqin in her impression. The original owner only has some basic piano skills in his memory, which can be obtained only by personal practice, and does not require any talent.

In this way, it can be seen that the original owner does not have the talent to learn the piano. In fact, after searching through the memory, the original owner actually has no talent at all, nor does he have any special hobbies. After learning these things, it is just an extra thing to pass the time. I'm not that boring.

However, in the next moment, at the second when the fingertips touched the strings, it was like a blessing to the soul, and the scores in the mind surged like a tide, whether it was a simple score that I have been practicing all the time, or a very complicated score that I saw by accident a long time ago. In the music score, every movement of picking or dialing is like rehearsing thousands of times, engraved in the brain, and can flow out freely at the fingertips in the next second.

Is this what props do? !
Su Ran raised her eyebrows, but the movements of her hands did not stop, she pressed the strings, plucked the strings, and every time her fingertips flipped, it was a note that touched people's hearts.

For the first time, the simple basic piece this time is only a little better than in memory. Qianyun stood by and waited on him, and only heard the specific difference that seemed to be a little better than the last time. Can't hear it.

That's right, after all, I've never played the Guqin before, relying on the memory of the original owner and the addition of props, such a sentence is very good.

She didn't slack off, calmed down, and continued to practice, over and over again.

Her fingertips were already a little numb, and she stopped after the song was over.

"What's the matter?" Baijin had been standing aside for a while, and it looked like he had something to report.

"Master, Physician Ling is here."

The Imperial Hospital has always been adequately staffed, so usually there will not be any scenes where there are not enough imperial doctors and you compete for it. What's more, it doesn't take much time to just ask for a pulse.

The people inside are all human beings, and their identities are inherently special. When doing errands in this palace, a little carelessness is the best scapegoat, so that kind of position with an obvious attitude is absolutely unacceptable, no one is an old birthday star Hanging himself—it would be too long to live, so they received the salaries issued by the palace, and they had to complete their own work in a very law-abiding manner, even if the other party was a concubine who was not favored at all and had no value.

Doctor Ling is one of them. He knows what to say and what not to say. His attitude is neither humble nor overbearing.

After all, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, who can guarantee a lifetime of honor and favor, and who can conclude that a lifetime of loneliness?
Can't tell.

"Oh, okay, then take it for me, I won't practice today." Su Ran instructed Qian Yun.

"Yes." Qian Yun helped Su Ran up.

"Physician Ling, has the wind and cold in this palace recovered?" Su Ran saw that he had checked her pulse, and was putting on her handkerchief leisurely.

"Your Majesty, your illness is no longer serious. I think Weichen will give you another potion, and your Majesty will be cured after taking it for two more times." Dr. Ling replied carefully, looking at his nose and nose.

"Thank you, Physician Ling." Su Ran's tone was also unhurried. She didn't try to ask if there was any prescription for a man in one fell swoop like those unfavored concubines, but her tone , is different from the previous tone, it has changed, Doctor Ling made a silent judgment in his heart.
But he wasn't curious either, he just continued to hang his head slightly until Su Ran said to back down.

After leaving Xiyue Pavilion, Doctor Ling gently looked back at the dull plaque hanging on the palace door, and shook his head slightly. This Concubine Ran cannot be the same as before.

"Wake me up early tomorrow. I'm going to pay my respects to the Queen. I've been slacking off these past few days." Su Ran suddenly remembered before going to bed and gave orders to Qianyun and Baijin.

"Master, aren't you?" Baijin was a little confused. Didn't the master tell him to complain that he was sick and didn't want to go?Why do you suddenly want to go again today?

(End of this chapter)