The crabapple tree is fragrant in the tent, and the bright moon is in my arms

Cold palace.

Wei Ruoming flew down from the edge of the wall, waved his hand, and the Jinyiwei quickly left.

He looked at the man in dark blue official uniform hiding behind the tree and said, "Okay, stop hiding."

Su Ziyun walked up to him carrying a medicine box and coughed lightly. There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, instead of being calm as usual.

The fair and jade-like face was even slightly red.

Wei Ruoming looked at him for a long time without opening his mouth, and said with a click of the tongue: "You can go in, but..."

"But what?" Su Ziyun immediately regained his calm look when he heard that he could go in.

His sleeves fluttered as he looked at the ruffian-like guard in front of him.

"Noble Concubine Zhao has always been in poor health. Although His Majesty has issued an order not to allow anyone to approach the cold palace, I am the imperial physician of the Imperial Hospital. I have always been responsible for the health of the Empress. Now more than a month has passed. As a humble servant..."

Wei Ruoming was annoyed by what he heard, so he interrupted him and stretched out his rough hand with calluses on it: "Silver."

Su Ziyun was stunned, then took the purse and put it in his hand.

"so little?"

"..."

Wei Ruoming simply tore it open, took out some change, and threw the purse to him: "It's freezing cold, please have a drink, brothers."

He pushed the door open, stared at him, and suddenly asked: "Are you hers?"

"What?" Su Ziyun didn't hear clearly and asked sideways.

"It's okay, it's only half an hour."

"Thank you."

Su Ziyun stepped in and saw the devastated yard. There was some worry in his eyes. Every corner of the yard was desolate.

She is so delicate, how can she bear it.

However, when the second door was opened and the inside was looked at, it was almost the same as Chuntang Palace, and could even be described as noble, elegant, and more casual and brilliant.

The worry in Su Ziyun's eyes disappeared.

Your Majesty has a beautiful girl in your house, how could you really let her down?

Taoxi saw him and dropped the pot she was watering the flowers in. "Doctor Su, why are you here?"

She came over happily and said, "It just rained. I hope you didn't get wet."

Su Ziyun smiled and said, "No."

"The young master is inside, please go in!"

Taoxi went to get his medicine box, but Su Ziyun stopped him by shaking his head: "I will do it myself."

After his figure entered, Taoxi sighed, and Qiuju floated over: "Why are you sighing?"

"Doctor Su is good-looking and elegant. I wonder which young lady will marry him in the future."

Qiu Ju rolled her eyes and said, "Don't you like him?"

"Who said that? I just admire him. It's just... admiration, you know." Taoxi's cheeks flushed, but her eyes sparkled: "My lady's love is so earth-shattering, I will definitely meet my own Mr. Right!"

Qiuju tapped her forehead and said, "Sister Taoxi, it turns out you just don't understand at all."

"What are you talking about, little girl? Have you come to your senses? Tell me the truth, who gave you this bracelet? Was it the little guard who spoke to you at the door yesterday?"

Qiuju ran away with a blushing face.

-

Zhu Ziyun placed the medicine box on the table and bowed to Zhao Yue: "Your humble servant Su..."

She was drawing, her posture was a bit furious, her face was serious, she suddenly stopped writing, took a breath, wiped her nose: "Okay, okay, we are already in the cold palace, why do you still care about these rules."

He Quan tidied up her extremely messy desk and glanced at Su Ziyun.

"Your humble servant Su Ziyun pays respects to the queen."

Zhao Yue looked at him, his face still calm, without any ripples, serious and boring.

"No gift."

Su Ziyun raised his eyes and saw the paint on the tip of her nose, a barely perceptible smile flickered in his eyes.

However, He Quan quickly tidied it up and handed her a handkerchief: "There is dirt on your face, madam."

"Really?" Before Zhao Yue took the call, He Quan leaned over and wiped her skin slowly and gently, as if her skin was something precious and fragile.

Su Ziyun tilted his head, his smile disappeared, and instead looked a little dim. He opened the medicine box.

"Okay, I'll wipe it myself, it's so slow." Zhao Yue didn't notice that the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

"Did you come here secretly, or did Zhu Ding and Yuan Yun agree?" Zhao Yue looked at Su Ziyun and thought for a moment, "No, the Queen Mother was sick and everyone thought it was because of me. How dare he let you come to see me?"

"I came here on my own."

Su Ziyun took out the things in the medicine box, which was full. His voice was as clear and soothing as jade, which made people feel calm.

"These are Her Majesty's teas. She should have finished them. These are the cold medicines I prepared recently. They are sweeter. The cold palace is remote, damp and cold, so there are bound to be snakes, ants and insects. Put these in the bedroom..."

Every time he said something, He Quan's face darkened.

When he suddenly took a step forward and said, "Your Majesty, is your toothache better? Your humble servant..."

"Very good." He Quan's eyes fell on him coldly.

He curled his lips, and there was a cold light in his lotus eyes that declared his sovereignty: "I will do everything myself, and everything is great, Your Majesty."

Su Ziyun looked at him, his eyes were gentle, but he did not avoid it at all: "That's good."

Zhaoyue looked at them and coughed.

They still watched.

Zhao Yue had no choice but to cough again: "Little Quanzi! Put all these things away!"

Her foot came out from her skirt and kicked He Quan's leg.

Only then did he retract his gaze and carry the things to the side.

"Thank you for your help, Doctor Su." Zhao Yue motioned him to sit down and stretched out his wrist.

Su Ziyun took her pulse, just as he did before, without a handkerchief in between.

He became more and more accustomed to and proactively touched Zhaoyue.

But, it's only for her.

After a long while, Su Ziyun withdrew his hand and said in a gentle voice: "Your Majesty is fine, and the cold has healed."

"You don't need to drink those teas."

Zhao Yue saw him smiling but looking a little disappointed: "No need to drink it, then next time Imperial Doctor Su will make it into a medicinal tea, which can also strengthen the body if consumed daily."

She blinked her beautiful fox eyes and smiled at him tenderly and seductively.

Others have worked so hard, we can't just ignore their kindness.

"Wei Chen takes orders."

Su Ziyun's fair face was calm, but his earlobes were red. He moved his eyes away from her face, picked up the hot tea that He Quan had placed on the table, and almost burned his fingers.

He looked at the man, He Quan raised his eyes and stood beside Zhao Yue.

He put down his tea and covered his hands with his sleeves. "I am responsible for your Majesty's pulse. At first, your Majesty's pulse was disordered and hemoptysis was very strange. The medicine I prescribed could only relieve it. Now your Majesty's pulse looks... hard to tell whether it is real or not. On the surface, there is nothing abnormal. It is even getting stronger and stronger."

"What's the reality?" Zhao Yue took a sip of the hot floral tea.

"I can't tell anything else, but as Your Majesty predicted, His Majesty is... addicted to alcohol, easily angered and anxious, and has no self-control in sex, and his yang is extremely weak."

Zhao Yue smiled even sweeter: "Really? Then you can change the recipe and add some good things to help him."