"No gift." Mingruo felt particularly awkward when he heard the greeting. He almost had a twitch in his head and replied - I love Qing's life...
The aqua maidservant stood up, closed her eyes and lowered her hands.
Mingruo took a deep breath, she didn't need such an ancient maid by her side: "What's your name?"
Upon hearing this, the green maidservant quickly leaned down and bowed: "Please give me your name, the princess."
Ming Ruo rubbed her forehead. She knew that in many places there was a practice of 'changing names to show loyalty'. Senior brothers who studied medicine with her grandfather would change the word '子' in their names. For example, her senior brother Qiao Ziyan, her seventh senior brother who doted on her the most.
His name is Cheng Ziyi.
However, she is really a waste of naming names.
"What was your original name?" Let's give an example for reference.
"The slave's original name was Green Tea."
"Uh..." Mingruo really couldn't complain, "Green tea...doesn't it also have white lotus..."
Green Tea was a little surprised and quickly replied: "Sister Bai Lian is the eldest maid of the concubine..."
There are ten thousand mythical beasts running wildly in Mingruo's heart, and there really is a white lotus... Mingruo sighed, it's time to show off his expertise, there are thousands of Chinese herbal medicines, it's very simple to just pick one that looks like a person's name: "
Then you will be called Zi Su from now on."
"Thank you, Princess Concubine, for the name." Zi Su bowed again.
"In the future, you don't have to keep bowing to me." Mingruo suspected that the girl had springs in her knees, so she knelt very smoothly. "You go and make some breakfast first, and then prepare hot water. I want to take a bath.
." In order to prevent the character of Princess Qinghuang from collapsing, Mingruo felt that she could no longer speak.
"Yes." Zisu took the order and left.
Mingruo could finally give his brain, which was about to crash, a break.
Zisu worked very efficiently, and after about a quarter of an hour, the table in front of Mingruo was filled with four snacks, four side dishes, a bowl of porridge and a bowl of noodles.
Although Mingruo was hungry, she couldn't eat so much. She took a sip of porridge first and said, "You don't have to prepare so much for breakfast in the future, half is enough."
"This slave has taken note of it." Zisu responded quickly.
After Ming Ruo had breakfast, she went to the bedroom. Although the furnishings in the bedroom were not gorgeous, they were elegant and had a bookish atmosphere. However, it might have been used as a wedding room before, with curtains, bedding, and even cushions on the chairs.
They are all bright red and seem a bit difficult to describe.
There is a space separated by a screen in the corner of the room, and a bathtub can be vaguely seen inside.
The tray in Zi Su's hand contained a stack of cloth towels, a long-handled wooden spoon, a piece of spiced vinegar, and a small basket of flower petals.
She placed the tray on the low table, grabbed a handful of flower petals and sprinkled them into the tub: "Princess, my maid, please undress for you."
"No, you can go out." Mingruo watched Zi Su exit the bedroom, then took off her clothes, immersed her body in the warm water, and exhaled a breath of turbid air. This is the correct way to start time travel.
Mingruo's foot was injured and it was not suitable to take a bath, so he washed it quickly.
She looked at the clothes Zi Su had prepared for her. It was a complete set, and even a close-fitting undergarment. This girl was a bit dull, but she was still very careful in her work.
Mingruo put on her small coat and middle coat. Anyway, she would have to catch up on her sleep later. There was a belt on the left and a few buttons on the right. It was impossible to tell which one was worn inside and which one was worn outside.
Just put the skirt on first.
Mingruo was sitting on the Arhat bed in the outer room. The light here was good and there was also a small tea table, which was perfect for applying medicine.
As soon as Mingruo had taken care of the injury on her foot, she heard Zisu ask softly: "Princess, are you okay?"
Mingruo put away the things on the table: "Come in."
Zi Su brought two women in, carried the tub out, and then began to pack away the things used in the bath.
"Zisu, bring me a pen and paper." Mingruo feels that if he wants to live a good life in Prince Yun's Mansion, he still has to rely on his ability to earn a living, and he must do his job seriously as a guest doctor.
Ming Ruo held the brush properly, and although the writing was a little jerky, the words were not ugly.
I'm kidding, I thought the eldest daughter of a family of mysterious doctors would be so easy to become, but she was tortured by various skills in music, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, so she wanted to fend for herself.
Since I haven't written calligraphy for a long time, Mingruo writes very slowly for the sake of beauty. After Zisu tidied up the bedroom and made the bed, Mingruo finished writing the list.
Listed above are some medicinal materials, tools needed for making medicine, and some containers for holding pills and potions.
"These are the things needed for the prince to make medicine. You give it to Butler Zhou and let him prepare it." Mingruo blew on the wet list in his hand and handed it to Zi Su, "I'm going to rest. I don't need lunch."
Get ready. I will perform acupuncture on the prince in the afternoon. If you don’t wake up, you can ask me to get up."
"My slave, I have taken note of it." Zisu went out holding the list that Mingruo gave her, and then closed the door gently.
Mingruo climbed onto the bed and got under the quilt. As soon as she lay down, her head hurt from the porcelain pillow. She quickly got up, took a soft cushion from the Arhat bed, and placed it on the porcelain pillow, which still made her feel uncomfortable. Finally, she put the porcelain pillow on
Throw it aside, fold the soft cushion into a few folds, and use it as a pillow.
At this time, Si Haochen was sitting in an armchair in the study, listening to Bai Shen reporting on the changes in the past two days. His fingers seemed to be unconsciously clasping the armrests, making a clicking sound. Bai Shen was unconsciously affected by this rhythm.
, the speaking speed started to become faster.
Butler Zhou got the order written by Ming Ruo and wondered whether he should follow it. The medicine the prince had taken before was prepared by Doctor Xue. Butler Zhou decided to ask Mr. Bai for advice. When he learned that Mr. Bai was in the prince's study, he
Found it.
"Old slave, please greet me, Your Majesty." Steward Zhou stepped forward and saluted.
"What's the matter?" Si Haochen leaned back on the chair, a look of fatigue on his face.
Butler Zhou presented the list to Si Haochen: "The princess wrote this list and said she wanted to refine medicine for the prince."
Si Haochen raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw the list in his hand.
He was not surprised by what Ming wanted, but the handwriting of this stroke was average, but it had the feel of a warrior and an iron horse, and it really didn't look like the handwriting of a girl in a boudoir.
If Mingruo knew that Si Haochen thought this way, she would probably roll her eyes to the back of her head - she was trained to have a thin golden body, and Song Huizong was not very good at being Emperor, but he was also an emperor of his generation, and it was definitely not the path for a girl in a boudoir.
Count!
Si Haochen handed Bai Shen the list written by Ming Ruo: "Make a copy for Housekeeper Zhou's use."
Bai Shen was also a little surprised when he saw Mingruo's calligraphy, and couldn't help but admire in his heart - he didn't know how the Nanrong royal family cultivated the prince, but they must have worked hard to train the princess. The handwriting of Princess Qinghuang was not that of Dong Henggui.
Women can compare.
Bai Shen handed the transcribed list to Butler Zhou: "Hurry up and do it, don't delay the princess's refining of the medicine."
"Yes." Butler Zhou took the list and immediately started making arrangements.
There was silence in the study room. Si Haochen looked at the list, but what came to his mind was what Mingruo had done in the past two days. There were not many people in the world that he could not understand, and Mingruo was one of them.
