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

In the courtyard, Doctor Liu stumbled back, still holding a wine jug in his hand. He stumbled as he entered the door and held onto the table: "Hey, Doctor Su, where did you go just now? Come... continue drinking!"

He burped and found that Su Ziyun was preparing medicine: "This is... a medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. Why are you going through so much trouble? I have some medicinal wine. Come with me to get it... burp..."

After saying that, he fell asleep on the table, and the wine jug in his hand fell to the ground, spilling a lot of it.

Su Ziyun shook his head and picked up the wine jug: "What a pity."

The courtyard door is closed.

He sorted the herbs in his hand, put them into a jar and ground them carefully. After a long time, he carefully scraped them up with a jade spoon and placed them in a small cup.

Su Ziyun picked up the lid and saw the bright-colored gauze fabric lying there, and his hands slowed down.

The warmth of his palms still lingered on his heart. Just now, after the massage, Zhao Yue persuaded him to send her all the way back. Thinking that she actually allowed a foreign official to carry her on his back, his heart sank. What exactly... was her purpose?

But he clearly suspected that she had ill intentions, but he still agreed to send her back, and even... was bewitched and brought the cloth back.

Su Ziyun's face turned pale and he picked up the gauze and prepared to throw it away.

Suddenly, a man in black appeared in the room. He looked at Su Ziyun with distant and sharp eyes: "Long time no see, Doctor Su, this is..."

He Quan looked at the cloth in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Su Ziyun clenched his fist, crumpled the thing into a ball and stuffed it into his sleeve: "Eunuch He, the ointment and medicine are ready, you can take them."

He took a few steps forward, his eyes swept over the utensils in front of him one by one, and chuckled, "Doctor Su has worked so hard, it is really a blessing for the young master."

"It is my duty as the imperial physician."

"My duty." He Quan picked up the small white jade cup: "This herb grows in the mountains of Shangqing Temple, and it is mixed with Huojin San to reduce bruises. Doctor Su is particularly energetic at night and even ran to pick it."

Su Ziyun was silent.

He Quan clenched the medicine bottle and lowered his voice: "Su Ziyun, don't covet someone you shouldn't covet."

Su Ziyun looked straight at him, his eyes calm and calm: "I don't know what Eunuch He is talking about. If you have nothing else to do, please take the medicine and leave. I won't see you off."

He Quan stared at his back, pursing his thin lips.

-

Zhaoyue was sleeping soundly with two candles burning at the head of the bed. Because her knees were hot, she rolled up her skirt, revealing her two white calves.

He Quan turned over and came in through the window, and saw her sleeping in such a "unruly" posture.

He sighed and covered her upper body with the quilt beside him: "You are greedy for coolness and afraid of heat. It's useless to drink the medicine. It's windy outside, and you don't even cover yourself with a quilt."

He placed the medicine package he brought from Su Ziyun on the table, then he opened the medicine carefully and half-knelt in front of the bed, facing her red and swollen knees.

He Quan scooped some with his fingertips and smeared it on her knees, then used his inner strength to warm his palms. His body temperature was relatively cool, so massaging her in this way would help her absorb it better and make her more comfortable.

Because she didn't sleep well the day before, she fell into a deep sleep as soon as she touched the pillow today.

In her dream, she hummed in a daze: "Comfortable..."

The calf kicked into the air.

He Quan quickly held her ankle, thinking she was awake: "Young Master?"

"Well... continue... Taoxi... reward!"

This is like treating him as a maid who provides massage services.

He Quan lowered his eyes and smiled softly, then placed his palm on it again.

Zhaoyue just felt that her knees were warm and comfortable, and the numbness and soreness were no longer blocked. Perhaps a god really appeared and summoned a massage fairy for her.

The next day, Zhaoyue opened her eyes refreshed, moved her legs and found that it didn't hurt anymore. She looked down and even the bruises had faded a lot.

She quickly stood up and took a few steps. Not only did she walk faster, she also felt a little strange. It was a world of difference compared to yesterday.

Taoxi opened the door holding the basin and said, "My dear, are you awake?"

"Doctor Su's massage technique is really good. I did it myself for a while before going to bed yesterday. Look, it's better!"

Zhao Yue said happily, glancing at the medicine bag on the table: "Did you get it from Doctor Su? I don't think it's needed."

Taoxi exclaimed: "I haven't gone yet."

She suddenly remembered that she was too sleepy last night and went to bed as soon as she got home, completely forgetting about getting the medicine.

"Then what is this..." She frowned, picked up the medicine bag and looked through it, then saw the pastries from Yihezhai, and her face suddenly turned cold.

Taoxi came over: "My lady, didn't you say you had finished eating? Why are there so many?"

"Don't eat it, it's poisonous." Zhao Yue washed her face and sat in front of the bronze mirror: "Just comb my hair into a bun, make it more dignified."

poisonous?

Taoxi didn't understand, so she hummed and walked behind her: "My maidservant's combing is not as good as Xiaoquanzi's. I haven't combed your hair for a long time, so it's a bit rusty."

Zhao Yue closed her eyes irritably: "It's fine as long as I can see it."

Taoxi shut her mouth, not daring to provoke the young master who had suddenly become angry.

Huang Quan was waiting outside the courtyard. Concubine Qi pushed open the door and smiled, "Oh, why is Chief Huang here? What do you want, Your Majesty?"

After the blessing ceremony, they can put their own clothes back on and dress up a little.

So Concubine Qi, who had brought a large box of clothes, hurriedly took out her Sichuan embroidery and silver silk silk skirt, combed her hair into a cloud-like bun, and wore a piece of clothing embellished with pomegranate silver magpie pearls. She was dressed up carefully.

She waited for Huang Quan to speak and say what she wanted to hear.

Huang Quan just bowed to her and said, "Hello, Madam Qi. I am here to pick up the two young ladies on the orders of His Majesty."

The smile on her lips froze and became stiff: "Two, two young ladies."

"Yes, the Queen is going to the Medicine King Temple today, so not too many people are allowed, so His Majesty asked me to invite the two young ladies.

In addition, the folks are holding the Flower Festival tonight, Your Majesty, please wait first, and His Majesty will send someone to pick you up in the evening."

Concubine Qi's face was still grim: "The Queen is not feeling well, and Concubine Ning is injured. I understand that they should go to Yaowang Temple, but Concubine Zhao is fine, why should she go too?"

Huang Quan's eyes darkened, and he smiled with a fake smile: "Your Majesty's thoughts, how dare I guess, Your Majesty, please don't embarrass me."

Concubine Qi closed the door angrily and clenched her teeth: One by one, two by two, they are all vixens!

-

Zhaoyue packed up and got into the carriage with Ning Ruxin. The two sat together, and neither of them spoke first.

The atmosphere is a little weird.

Zhaoyue was thinking about what happened between her and Yan Yang, and always felt something was strange when she saw her.

Ning Ruxin thought about the footprints on her window. She wanted to ask something but didn't know how to start. The more she looked at her, the more she disliked her. She turned her head away and closed her eyes.

Before setting off, Huang Quan brought two pots of tea and food: "His Majesty ordered that the two young masters can have some if they are hungry on the road."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Zhao Yue reached out to take it and placed the tray on the table.

After a long while, she reached out to take the pot of scented tea. Ning Ruxin happened to open her eyes and chose the pot as well. Their hands touched, and Zhaoyue coughed awkwardly, "Mrs. Ning also likes to drink scented tea."