For a moment, the eyes of everyone in the pavilion were focused on Ruan Yuyi, and the young lady's face turned even redder.
Concubine Shu said slowly, "Your Majesty has his own arrangements. It's better for us not to speculate." This relieved Ruan Yuyi.
When the new emperor's special favor was mentioned, the concubines gradually lost interest. After half a cup of tea, they saw that the snow was getting heavier, so they all used this as an excuse to return to their respective palaces.
Concubine Shu handed the newly made cakes to Ruan Yuyi and said, "Sister, please pass by the main hall." She guessed that the nanny from my family was there, so she wanted her to see her.
Ruan Yuyi nodded in agreement and accepted today's bottle of winter tea.
When she returned to Luomei Xuan, she ordered Mu Xiang to send the cakes to the new emperor, and called Mu Ling to wait on her.
When Mu Ling entered the room, she passed by Mu Xiang. She suddenly paused, turned around, and looked at Mu Xiang's back as she carried the food box to the Yangxin Hall, but there was no movement.
Ruan Yuyi felt strange, so she hung her cloak on the hanger, walked slowly to her side, pulled her over, and saw her eyes were red.
Mu Ling wiped her eyes twice and said hurriedly, "My lord, I will stir up the charcoal fire in the sleeve stove for you." She took the sleeve stove and took out the small copper fire chopsticks.
Her eyes fell on the sleeve stove, the charcoal fire inside was burning red, "If you feel unwell, go back and rest first, don't force it. Did the imperial doctor just come for a consultation?"
Mu Ling paused with his hands, and his tears fell on several cases.
She took a breath and said in a breathy voice, "My mistress treats my slave so well."
"What are you talking about all of a sudden?" Ruan Yuyi took a clean handkerchief and wiped away her tears. She probed Mu Ling's forehead, and it was indeed a little hot.
Mu Ling lowered his head and put the stove cover back, "It's just a common cold, so the medicine is already boiling over there."
Ruan Yuyi didn't want her to wait here anymore, so she forced her to go back to the bedroom.
The snow outside was falling more and more uncontrollably, and looking around, there was a vast expanse of white, half covering the red wall with dark tiles. She secretly thought that she was lucky to ask Mu Xiang to bring her umbrella, otherwise the snow would have soaked her clothes after it melted.
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"Go and put some cold water in the tub." She ordered softly.
The palace maid guarding the door lowered her hands in response.
Bathroom.
She dismissed the palace guests and left herself alone in the bathroom. She put her hand into the water, and was so cold that she curled up her fingertips.
She forced herself to dip her hand into the cold water again - whether she was making herself sick or not, so she could stop going to the palace hot spring with him.
It's not that she didn't think about reporting the illness directly.
But she also knew that she bribed the imperial doctor, but she couldn't hide it from him.
Then you can only be really sick.
When she took her hand back again, she was trembling slightly from the cold, and the color of her blood seemed to have been washed away by the cold water. She untied her clothes, held her breath, and sat in the cold water.
The cold water in the tub rushed up and swallowed her up. Her teeth couldn't help trembling, she bent her knees and buried her head, hugging her knees.
It was so cold that it hurt at first, but after getting used to it, the cold was all that remained.
After guessing that it was almost done, she stood up, and the water slipped from her body and fell back into the pear barrel. She was covered in fat skin, with a pair of jade-like hands, and a fresh liche on the tip of her nose, and she looked like I felt pity for her.
After getting out of the water, the wind blew up and it became even colder.
She was still afraid that it was not enough, so she stood there for a long time wearing a light gauze, and then walked to the inner room. She didn't even bother to put on her clothes, so she hid in a brocade quilt.
The soft brocade quilt wrapped her up, and after a long time, her body became warmer. Fatigue gripped her, and she fell asleep in a daze.
She woke up around dinner time.
"Miss?" Mu Xiang had been waiting by the bed for a long time. When she saw something moving inside, she called out hurriedly.
Ruan Yuyi felt that her whole body was weak and she hummed softly, "What time is it?"
Mu Xiang opened the gold curtain for her, "It's past dinner time, what would you like to eat, my young master?" The food brought by the people in the imperial dining room had already cooled down, but Luo Mei Xuan
Whether they want to heat it up or make it fresh, no one dares to neglect it.
Mu Xiang waited on her, changed her clothes, and passed around new meals.
"Why did the young master take a bath by himself without waiting for the slave to come?" Mu Xiang said while laying out the dishes.
When Mu Xiang found the bucket of water in the bathroom, although she found it was cold, she just thought it had cooled down over time and didn't think much about it.
She avoided the important and took the easy, "Mu Ling's body is not suitable, and I am not used to being served by others." She knew that Mu Xiang would definitely be on her side, but if she knew it, she would have to say it.
She was so hungry that she held the chopsticks, but lost her appetite for a while, so she just fiddled with it casually and used some.
She was very tired, so she walked in the courtyard for a while to eat, but fell asleep again with her pillow on her head.
The next day, the news spread throughout the palace that the lady from Luomeixuan was ill. The new emperor was busy with official business. When he heard the news, he did not immediately go to see Ruan Jieyu, but fined everyone who served him half a month's salary.
I also heard that the wood spirit next to Ruan Yuyi also had a fever, so I thought it was her who had given him the most severe punishment.
For a moment, Luomei Pavilion was in a state of panic, with people circling around the sick little lady, adding soup to the soup, brewing medicine, and palace officials sent Imperial Physician Ning away to welcome Concubine Shu.
The gatekeeper originally blocked Concubine Shu, saying that the young master was afraid that the concubine would be sick and would not let her in.
However, Concubine Shu insisted on entering, and no one could stop her.
Ruan Yuyi stood up from the bed, wanted to stand up and salute, and asked Concubine Shu to push her back down, so she could only lean on the bed, "Concubine, it's not that serious. It's just that these palace people spread the word."
She glanced at the soft curtain that separated the outer room. She originally thought that she didn't want to accompany His Majesty, and she didn't want to involve so many people in the palace. She was punished for her one-time willfulness and added a lot of work.
If she says she has no guilt in her heart, that's nonsense.
Concubine Shu tucked the quilt for her and said, "Now that it's time, my sister shouldn't think about this false gift."
Concubine Shu sighed and continued, "Not long after my sister entered the palace, as far as I know, she has already fallen ill twice. If I had known that my sister was so weak, I wouldn't have punished you like that.
I feel very guilty."
Ruan Yuyi's eyes flashed slightly and she remained silent - it was hard to say that she was the one who caused the trouble this time.
She showed her face and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, sister. It's my concubine's fault."
The two chatted casually, and someone from the imperial dining room brought rice soup, saying it was for the young master to relieve the cold. Concubine Shu felt relieved when she saw that the young master was in good spirits, and took the opportunity to make a speech and told her to take care of him with peace of mind.
Ruan Yuyi had no appetite for breakfast and had never eaten before. Now she was a little hungry, so she called Muxiang to bring some pastries, intending to use them with rice soup.
The rice soup is still warm. I heard that when she was weaned as a child, my mother-in-law used this rice soup to coax her.
Therefore, she had been drinking quite a lot. She just swallowed the bowl and drank it, but she felt that it had a bit of astringency, so she called for a spittoon to spit it out.
Mu Xiang's eyes were full of worry, and she frowned and said, "My lord, but this rice soup doesn't suit your taste?"
It's so simple to eat. In fact, the taste is almost the same everywhere, so why does it taste different?
She put the rice soup on the serving plate, "Did the imperial dining room change the cooking method?"