The night was dark, the sky was sparsely scattered, the dark stars had receded, and the dark clouds on the horizon covered the dim starlight.
Yingluo opened the window and looked out the window, looking at the dark sky, stained with ink, dark clouds rushing into the sky, and the cold night wind blowing, chilling her whole body.
"Miss, it's going to rain. Please stay away from the window to avoid getting cold."
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky and resounded throughout the sky, indicating that a storm was coming.
Yingluo's heart was like this hazy weather. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She was just very unhappy. Where had her cheerful self gone when she was in the military camp? She turned sentimental. Could it be that it was during the Kuishui Period?
in this way.
Now that a heavy rain is approaching outside, King Zheng has not returned to his bedroom yet. He must not be back tonight.
It was getting late, and I didn't feel well and had no intention of reading. The two of them had nothing to say when they met, and they didn't want King Zheng to think that he was waiting for him.
He closed the window and looked at Zhen'er, "Zhen'er, it's going to rain soon. You should go back to your room first! I feel uncomfortable and want to rest early."
"Miss, are you waiting for the prince?"
"Have I ever waited for the prince? Who is he with? When will he come back and what does it have to do with me?"
Zhen'er saw that the young lady's brows had been gloomy all day. She was obviously very concerned about the prince's whereabouts, and she didn't know if Guard Yang had thrown away the pollen that he had tampered with. Of course, she also remembered Bupo's licentious words.
Murong Yingluo saw Zhen'er lost in thought, "Zhen'er, why don't you leave!"
"Ah, Miss Zhen'er will leave after laying out the quilt."
Seeing Zhen'er spread the quilt on the couch, the fiery red dragon and phoenix were very dazzling, she stretched out her hand to pull off the quilt and threw it to the ground.
Huddled in the thin quilt, listening to the thunder rolling by outside, the wind suddenly rose outside the window, and the heavy rain fell from the sky, falling directly on the glazed tiles, and splashing down along the eaves of the corridor.
The hurried raindrops on the roof hit the heart hard, causing many uneasy thoughts in people's hearts without any trace of sleepiness.
"Squeak!" The window was blown open, strong winds made the window squeak, and a chilly stream of rain poured into the room.
Yingluo was about to get up and close the window, but she heard the sound of footsteps faintly. Could it be that Prince Zheng was back? Murong Yingluo closed her eyes tightly and fell asleep.
Outside the door, Si Wushang was wearing a white shirt and holding an oil umbrella in his hand. Water drops rolled down the umbrella. He closed the umbrella and placed it at the door. He looked at the wet hem of clothes under his feet with disgust, and pulled the outer shirt directly.
He took it off and put it on the screen.
He just walked around the screen and headed towards the inner hall. Seeing the candlelight in the room, he thought Murong Yingluo was reading in front of the desk, but unexpectedly she was lying on the floor sleeping soundly.
Why is this window open? Go to the window and close it.
Her icy eyes stared at the sleeping Yingluo. Her body was already cold, and she was most afraid of getting cold. However, she didn't know how to protect her body at all. She walked lightly to the bedside, pulled off the quilt, and tucked the corner of the quilt for her.
But he didn't leave, and kept looking at her peaceful sleeping face. He took Biyue's potion, but she didn't react at all. She seemed to deliberately avoid herself every day. According to his and her past temperament, she didn't
This is the reaction.
He wanted to get up and sleep on the couch, but he still felt something was wrong. He would take her to Longze soon. If he caught the cold, it would affect his plan, so he let her sleep on the couch again tonight.
Si Wushang gently bowed down and used both hands to lift off her quilt. Murong Yingluo clearly felt his breath approaching gradually, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she thought to herself: "Prince Zheng, what is she going to do?"
Feeling his hands reaching under her body, she was about to hold her in his arms, but Yingluo suddenly opened her eyes, their eyes met, Si Wushang stopped in a hurry and said, "You're awake!
"
However, Yingluo subconsciously pulled up the quilt and was alerted: "What are you going to do?"
"Don't you think that this king will do something to you? Go to Longze soon. You don't want to get sick and go there with illness. Now that you are awake, just go to bed obediently." It is obviously true.
Good intentions, but no good tone.
Murong Yingluo heard Si Wushang's commanding tone, and she didn't see Si Wushang caring about her during the day when she was with other women. Why did he let her sleep on the bed, so she went up obediently.
"Excuse me, Your Majesty, I am a martial artist and not so delicate."
Si Wushang saw that Yingluo didn't know what to do, and he had good intentions at first. The woman's heart was agitated, and he didn't know why she was so angry. He would rather sleep on the ground and catch the cold than accept his kindness. There was no need for him to be sentimental.
"In that case, it's up to you."
The next day, after a night of wind and rain, Murong Yingluo did not sleep peacefully. She woke up this morning with cold pain in her lower abdomen, cold body and cold limbs, which was really uncomfortable. Zhen'er made brown sugar and ginger soup for her, but it did not get better.
Yingluo's constitution is cold, and she will feel pain every time she takes sunflower water. She just drinks some brown sugar and ginger soup and it will be better. The pain has never been so severe. She even hurts between her ribs. Maybe she was infected with moisture last night.
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Yingluo stayed on the bed to write, wrote a prescription, and handed it to Zhen'er, "Zhen'er, go to the pharmacy and grab some medicine to decoct and take."
"Miss, you have a good rest, Zhen'er will go right away."
However, Yingluo did not forget to tell her: "Zhen'er, you must add water and boil it three times. The first time is half an hour. Boil the first seven herbs first, and then add the second one with woody fragrance. The third time will take half an hour in total. The order cannot be
reverse."
"yes!"
Zhen'er took the prescription to the prescription, took the medicine bag and went to the kitchen. In the west room, she put the seven medicinal materials including Angelicae Sinensis, Curcuma Curcuma and Corydalis Corydalis in the order instructed by Yingluo, and put them into the purple clay pot, fanning the cattail leaf fan.
Light the fire......
After a long time, she faintly heard the footsteps of women. Zhen'er poked her head out and saw two women in the courtyard coming to the kitchen to get the prince's lunch. This was usually Biyue's errand.
"That Biyue is really retributive. Whoever allowed her to boss around just because she was the prince's personal girl deserves retribution."
"Now that she is so ugly, how dare she go to see the prince? Otherwise, it would not be our turn to stay with the prince and serve him." The two girls walked towards the inner courtyard.
Zhen'er was secretly happy in her heart. That Biyue had now turned into an ugly monster, but why didn't Guard Yang throw away the medicinal powder?
Suddenly I heard the sound of the pot lid in the room, and hurriedly turned around to go back to the room. I almost forgot the time and was about to pour the second set in.
Yingluo rested on the couch and waited for Zhen'er to come back for a long time. She arched her body slightly and pressed her hand on her cold and painful lower abdomen. She felt much better.
"Miss!"
Zhen'er came in with a cup of soup and medicine, filled a bowl and handed it over, "Miss, drink it while it's hot!"
Yingluo took the soup bowl and drank it into her belly while it was still hot. The taste was not astringent and bitter, and her belly felt a lot warmer. She still had to drink two doses.
"Miss, Zhen'er heard a happy event in the kitchen. She heard that Biyue was infected with a strange disease and became very ugly. As a result, she would not be able to compete with the lady for favor, let alone accompany the prince to Longze.
"
Murong Yingluo frowned her handsome eyebrows, and a trace of sharpness flashed across her eyes, "Zhen'er, you did this, right? The prince is going to take Biyue to Longze. If something happens to Biyue, what will the prince think? When will you