Chapter Fifty-third, the emperor came for a follow-up visit
The fine silver charcoal burned bright red in the copper basin, and Daju twisted his round body and leaned in again.
Yue Wangshu had no choice but to grab its tail and pull it back again, "How many times have I told you, stay away from the charcoal basin!"
This little idiot had his whiskers burned just seven days ago, and the orange on his back was burnt the day before yesterday. He still doesn’t have a long memory!
Yue Wangshu had no choice but to hold Da Ju in his arms, and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Is it that cold?" - You are wearing fur, so it should be very resistant to freezing.
Xiaoju added two more pieces of silver charcoal to the charcoal basin, "Master, it's going to be very cold this winter! The north wind is blowing outside, and my fingers were almost frozen when I went out to pour out the ashes this morning."
Yue Wangshu scratched his head, but she didn't feel very cold.
Suddenly, she thought of the passive skill of her life aura, which was obviously improving her own physique little by little.
Even in the twelfth lunar month of winter, wearing only a thin cotton jacket, I didn't feel cold at all.
She reached out and touched the back of Xiaoju's hand. It was indeed a bit cold, and said: "Go and open the warehouse. Each person will be rewarded with a piece of cotton cloth and ten pounds of cotton. Before the weather gets too cold, hurry up and get a thick winter coat!"
After hearing this, Xiao Ju was so happy that she said, "Thank you, Master!" - The winter coat she was wearing was made the year she entered the palace, and she had been sewing and mending it for three years! Now that she can wear a new warm winter coat, Xiao Ju is very happy.
Speaking of which, it is simply more joyful than the Chinese New Year!
Looking at Xiaoju jumping up and down like a child, Yue Wangshu couldn't help but smile.
At this moment, Li Yue, the eunuch of the capital, ran in quickly, bowed and said: "Master, the emperor has arrived!"
Yue Wangshu looked surprised. It is true that her ultimate move had cooled down the day before yesterday, but there was a sudden blizzard the day before yesterday, so the road was probably not going to be easy. Unexpectedly, the emperor came anyway.
She quickly put down the big orange and was about to go out to greet him, but saw that the hall door was still pushed open.
We haven’t seen each other for several months, but the emperor still looks as lean as ever. He is wearing a black fox cloak with a purple and green pattern that hangs down to his ankles. He wears a black fox-lined brocade hat on his head. His clothes and neckline are all covered with excellent wind hair, which is deep black and thick.
, such an outfit is naturally indescribably noble.
However, the emperor's complexion was a bit darker than a few months ago. He was pale with a hint of green. After coming in, he did not take off his cloak. Instead, he looked at Yue Wangshu first and said, "You look like you have gained some weight."
.”——The spirit is also very good, and it looks better than when he was in the palace.
Yue Wangshu, who had just bowed:...Shut up if you can’t speak!!
Yue Wangshu grinded his teeth and tried his best to put on a kind smile: "Your Majesty, it looks like he has lost some weight." - Especially on his face, which had no flesh to begin with, but now his chin is pointed!
Yan Zheng smiled bitterly, "It's cold in winter, and I got cold a few days ago. It was better yesterday, otherwise I would have come the day before yesterday."
Seeing the emperor's sick and pitiful appearance, Yue Wangshu couldn't get angry, so he told Xiaoju: "Go and make a cup of ginger tea."
"yes!"
This ginger tea is quite simple to make, just use a little tea leaves and a few slices of ginger, peeled and boiled in water.
After a while, Xiaoju brought up brown sugar ginger tea. The master drank this when he came to Yuexin...
After drinking the slightly hot brown sugar ginger tea, Emperor Yan Zheng felt that his body had warmed up, and then he took off his black fox cloak.
"The persimmons you sent back to the palace a month ago are very sweet." Yan Zheng said with a smile, "I was very appetizing after eating them."
Yue Wangshu nodded and said: "Persimmons have the effect of strengthening the spleen and appetizing, but they are cold in nature and the emperor is weak, so it is not advisable to eat too much."
Yan Zheng's smile froze, and he said after a long time: "I...get it."
Yue Wangshu: Why are you suddenly unhappy? Did I say something wrong?
He didn't understand what the sick emperor was thinking in his mind, so he said, "Well, how about I take your pulse first?"
Yan Zhengfu smiled again, "That's fine." As he said that, he lifted up his wide sleeves, exposing most of his forearm.
Yue Wangshu: No need to reveal so much!
The sickly emperor's arms are thin and white, and the cyan blood vessels are particularly obvious. Well, the nurse should like them.
Yue Wangshu didn't have a pulse pillow here, so he just touched it.
Yan Zheng looked at the little fingertip that fell on his wrist. It was white and tender, warm and soft, and moved slightly for a few times before gently pressing on his pulse. He felt a little itchy.
Although Yue Wangshu had studied Chinese medicine, she was far from the level of a master and was simply a half-baked apprentice. Therefore, after a long period of examination, she could only find out that the emperor was a little weak and that the lung meridian was blocked.
"How is it?" Seeing that she was speechless for a long time, Yan Zheng couldn't help but worry about his physical condition.
Yue Wangshu withdrew his hand and said hesitantly: "Well, I'll just start using my ultimate move..."
Yan Zheng frowned slightly: "Just tell the truth, I'm not a three-year-old child, why would I hide my illness and avoid medical treatment?"
Yue Wangshu was a little embarrassed: "I don't know much about Chinese medicine, so..." So just now, she actually used the emperor as a guinea pig.
Yan Zheng was a little unhappy for a moment. He didn't quite understand what pulse you were feeling. What did you take me for?
Yue Wangshu hurriedly asked for help: "I just feel the pulse strength. After I use my ultimate move, I can feel it again and make a comparison."
After hearing this, Yan Zheng felt helpless for a moment, "Forget it, just go and touch it."
Yue Wangshu: Huh? Why does this sound wrong to me?!
Yan Zheng's expression remained normal, "Let's get started."
Yue Wangshu nodded, and with a thought in his mind, he released his ultimate move instantly.
It was the same feeling a few months ago again, where all the strength was drained away in an instant. However, Emperor Yan Zheng's face turned a little red in the blink of an eye.
Yue Wangshu: Why does it feel like you’re donating blood to him one-on-one?!
She felt slightly unhappy.
This time, Yan Zheng deliberately experienced the feeling of being treated. The fatigue all over his body was swept away. His hands and feet quickly became warm. His whole body even felt lighter, as if he was bathing in the spring sunshine.
Here, even my breathing feels much fresher.
"This is the second time, I... already feel a little addicted." Yan Zheng felt very intoxicated by this ecstatic feeling.
Yue Wangshu Black Line: Don’t act like I gave you illegal drugs!
I am a serious wet nurse!
Yue Wangshu was currently overwhelmed by the aftereffects of his ultimate move. He was completely powerless and didn't bother to argue with the emperor. "I'm tired. I'm going to rest first. Your Majesty, please return to the palace as soon as possible."
Yan Zheng hurriedly came up to help her. Yue Wangshu's hands and feet were weak and unable to resist, so he simply suffered.
This hall has been replaced with brand new furniture inside and out. It is no less impressive than her Maoxiu Hall in the palace, but the room is slightly smaller.
Yan Zheng looked at it and said: "This room is a bit dark. When next spring, I will ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to replace the glass windows for you. There are also some decent flowers and trees planted in the courtyard outside. Only the two persimmon trees and the
It’s like the countryside.”
Yue Wangshu was already drowsy and muttered: "This is the countryside..."
Yan Zheng's expression darkened, yes, it was obviously a countryside, but he lived so happily. This chapter has been completed!
