Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Time flies, and two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

After the old emperor took the rejuvenation elixir, his health gradually improved. With the help of palace servants, he was barely able to get out of bed and walk slowly for a while.

In the bedroom, an exquisite ice jar was quietly placed in the corner, releasing a hint of coolness as the ice melted.

The young eunuch picked up the incense burner on the table and poured out the ashes inside.

Today, Xianyou Palace has returned to its former peaceful and quiet state.

After the old emperor took the last pill of rejuvenation, he told Fushou beside him: "Go, tell the immortal master to make another batch of pills."

Fushou bowed respectfully and replied, "As you wish."

Then he went to the side hall and conveyed the old emperor's order.

The immortal master's face remained calm: "Then I'll have to trouble you to prepare the herbs."

To refine the rejuvenation elixir, one needs precious medicinal materials such as hundreds of years old ginseng, blood ganoderma, Tianshan snow lotus, etc.

Even the Imperial Medical Bureau’s warehouse has limited stocks of such precious medicinal materials, especially the blood ganoderma, which is now running out.

After obtaining the herbs, the Immortal Master once again retreated to make the elixir.

However, the so-called alchemy is nothing more than boiling all the medicinal materials into a thick juice, mixing it with finely powdered Chinese yam, deer antler powder, yam, etc., and finally rolling it into pills.

There is nothing wrong with the medicinal materials themselves.

The problem is that what was refined was not a life-saving elixir, but an antidote pill.

The pills were about to be made, and the immortal master looked at Shu Changyu and asked.

Shu Changyu opened his lips slightly and said silently: "This furnace is useless."

The immortal master nodded slightly and gave a look to his other disciple.

The apprentice understood what he meant and threw all the precious medicinal materials that could not be used, such as ginseng and blood ganoderma, into the furnace.

When the herbs were completely burned, the Immortal Master bit his tongue, smeared a trace of blood on his lips, and shouted loudly: "Oh no!"

The guards outside the door knocked on the door and asked, "Master! Master! What happened?"

After a while, the door was opened, and the Immortal Master came out, supported by his disciple. With blood on his lips, he said weakly, "The elixir has been wasted. What should I do?"

The guard's face became serious and he said, "Please wait for a moment, Master. I will report to Eunuch Fushou immediately."

When Fushou heard this sudden news, the cup in his hand slipped out of his hand. He didn't even have time to pick it up, but looked anxiously at the old emperor on the sickbed.

The old emperor still had his eyes closed and was not awakened by the noise.

The white smoke rising from the incense burner at the bedside carried a cool scent of sandalwood. It was supposed to help people relax their body and mind, but at this moment it made Fushou feel dizzy.

It takes a day to refine the rejuvenation pill. Today, His Majesty failed to take the pill and fell into a coma again. His face quickly turned pale.

Fu Shou couldn't help feeling uneasy.

He walked quickly towards the alchemy room and saw the Immortal Master leaning against the table.

"Master, how is your health?" Fushou asked with concern.

The Immortal Master responded weakly: "It's fine for now."

Fu Shou hurriedly asked: "Can you make another furnace of rejuvenation pills today?"

The Immortal Master struggled to stand up and said firmly: "Your Majesty's dragon body is of vital importance. I will do my best."

He paused for a moment, looking embarrassed: "But the ingredients for the rejuvenation pill are all gone, please send another batch."

Fushou asked in surprise: "It ran out so quickly?"

The Immortal Master sighed, "I wanted to refine a few more pills, so I put all the herbs into the furnace, but my power is limited, and I accidentally ruined this furnace of pills."

Fu Shou said seriously, "I will send someone to the Imperial Hospital to get the medicine right away. Please, Master, make another furnace today. I will come back to get the medicine at 3 pm tomorrow."

"Your Majesty's dragon body is of vital importance and must not be lost." Fu Shou's words contained an implicit warning. Today's batch of rejuvenation pills must succeed and not fail.

As a result, the young eunuch who went to the Imperial Hospital came back to report that there was only one blood Ganoderma lucidum left in the warehouse, which was not enough to refine a furnace of pills.

Blood Ganoderma is a rare item presented by local officials and stored only in the warehouse of the Imperial Hospital. Not even the concubines in the palace have it.

Fushou remembered that the prince had made great contributions a few years ago and the emperor had specially rewarded him with a blood ganoderma.

Fu Shou's shrill voice deepened a little: "Go to the East Palace and ask again. Make sure to get the blood ganoderma."

The young eunuch hurried to the East Palace, but was told that the precious blood Ganoderma lucidum had been taken by the Crown Princess.

Fushou's heart seemed to have fallen into an abyss, becoming heavier and heavier.

The most important blood Ganoderma lucidum was delayed in arriving, so the immortal master and his disciples had to return to the side hall under the escort of the guards to rest for a while.

In the evening, a young eunuch came to deliver food.

This little eunuch was Fu Shou's godson two years ago. He was smart, eloquent, and trusted by Fu Shou. He now served in Xianyou Palace.

He took out a bowl of rice from the lunch box and said, "Master, please enjoy your meal," but handed the bowl of rice to Shu Changyu.

Shu Changyu raised his eyes, and his gaze briefly met that of the young eunuch, then he lowered his eyes as if nothing had happened.

He gently stirred the rice grains with chopsticks, with a hint of nonchalance in his expression.

After the young eunuch left the side hall and gently closed the door, Shu Changyu immediately pushed away the white rice in his hand and took out a piece of paper.

Shu Changyu quickly opened the note and read it, then placed it on the candle and lit it until it turned into ashes, then scattered it into the flower bed and blended it with the soil.

The immortal master glanced at Shu Changyu.

Shu Changyu raised his hand, dipped his fingertips in the tea, and left a word on the table: "Wait."

In the afternoon, a loud thunder exploded in the sky, waking Song Yan from her sleep.

He got up in a hurry and looked outside through the window. He saw dark clouds over the sky and a heavy rain was about to come.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, and Erya rushed out of the door to collect the clothes that were hanging out to dry.

The thatch on the roof was also blown away by the strong wind.

Song Yan couldn't help but think of an ancient poem: "In August, the autumn wind howled, blowing away the three layers of thatch on my roof."

Then he realized the seriousness of the problem. The roof was almost blown off by the wind, and the house would definitely leak when it rained heavily.

Song Yan quickly ran to the kitchen, fetched various utensils, and prepared to get water.

Another deafening thunder broke through the sky, and Song Yan immediately covered Yaya's ears to prevent her from being scared.

Then, it started to rain heavily, and the house really started to leak.

Song Yan hurriedly picked up the wooden basin and frantically collected water to prevent the rain from making a mess in the house and preventing her from sleeping well at night.

After a heavy rain, the air became much cooler.

After the rain stopped, Song Yan walked out of the house and checked the vegetable garden and flowers in the yard. Fortunately, they were all safe and sound and were not broken by the wind and rain.

"Wow, look, brother." Erya exclaimed at this time.

Song Yan looked towards the roof in the direction he pointed.

I saw a gorgeous rainbow across the sky, like a colorful ribbon hanging above the thatched roof.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the clouds, onto the rainbow, refracting colorful light.

Seeing a rainbow after the storm is a good sign.

In the evening, Song Yan cooked a pot of hot noodle soup, and the brothers and sisters sat around and ate the noodles.

As it had just rained and the road was muddy, Song Yan did not go out for a walk. Instead, she sat at the door holding Yaya, enjoying the fresh breeze after the rain.

As night fell, it was time to rest, and Song Yan once again opened the book "Revisiting the Imperial Examination Road" to pass the time.

At this time, the hero of the book met his third confidante, a young lady from an official family named Kang. Her grandfather was a famous general named Kang Yinan.

Kang Yinan...

When Song Yan saw the name for the first time, she felt it looked familiar.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and he remembered the name of the madman, which was Nan Yikang.