After the founding of the People's Republic of China, she became a spirit and was punished, and

An incense stick later, Zhao Kuangsheng came to Danruoju where Fu Jin lived with a difficult task in mind.

Danruo is a pomegranate.

I heard that the name was specially given by the Empress Dowager, as it means pomegranate with many seeds, which is enough to show how much she hoped Xiyu could bring a turnaround for Yinzhen and give him an heir.

Qiu Xu went in to pass the message, and soon Zhao Kuangsheng was invited in to feel his pulse through a gauze.

Although there was a gauze curtain between them, it did not affect Xiyu's vision at all.

This imperial physician was not one of those old men with white beards, but a young man with rosy lips and white teeth, who must be not much different in age from Yinzhen.

"Fujin, this is a disease she was born with. If she is properly cared for, she won't suffer too much. As for medicine, it's not necessary. Just keep warm."

That's exactly the case. The roots of her body were severed in the turbulence of time and space. How could she not be weak?

"It's just..." Zhao Kuangsheng paused and continued:

"Maybe the lady was frightened somewhere. She was fine during the day, but now that she has relaxed, she has become physically weak. I will prescribe some tranquilizing medicine for you. You should rest early and have a good sleep."

"Thank you, Doctor Zhao, for bothering you so late at night."

Xiyu's voice sounded a little delicate. Doctor Zhao was sent by Yinzhen, so she had to pretend to be weak so that Yinzhen would feel distressed.

"Madam, your words are too kind. This is my duty."

Xiyu winked at Chunshi, who took out a bag of gold leaves from his sleeve and put them in Doctor Zhao's hand.

"Fujin, this..."

"Doctor Zhao, please accept it. I heard that Doctor Zhao's wife is a very strict housekeeper. This little token of your kindness can be used to buy some food for the children on the way back."

Chunshi didn't give him a chance to refuse, and Zhao Kuangsheng was so moved that he almost cried.

I've followed the Fourth Master for several years, but I've never seen him be so considerate of his subordinates. The Lady is still the best!

Unlike the Fourth Master, he is required to complete a difficult task with such a thin face.

The room returned to silence. Zhao Kuangsheng still stood there bent over, hesitating about how to start the conversation.

"Doctor Zhao, is there anything else?"

Xiyu saw that he had something else to say, so she took the initiative to ask.

"I have something I want to ask Madam Fu-jin."

Zhao Kuangsheng's face flushed red. "I heard last night... so I want to ask you, Madam, if you have any prescriptions or methods that are very effective. I have been treating the Fourth Master's old illness for two years, but there has been no progress."

Inside the gauze tent, a glimmer of understanding flashed across Xiyu’s eyes.

It turned out that the Fourth Master was suspicious of her and sent someone to test her.

She took back her white hand and turned the bracelet on her wrist.

"A wandering monk once came to my house and gave me a prescription like this: one qian of Gecko, one qian of Cynomorium songaricum, three qian of Morinda officinalis, half a qian of Epimedium, boil three bowls of water into one bowl, take it at noon, and use ginseng as a guide at night. It has a miraculous effect on men."

There was a hint of amazement in Zhao Kuangsheng's eyes. The person who wrote this recipe was truly thoughtful.

This Cynomorium songaricum and Morinda officinalis complement each other, Gecko can relieve the symptoms of night sweats of the Fourth Master, and Epimedium can nourish yin and strengthen the kidney. It is truly a tonic medicine.

This prescription is exactly suitable for the Fourth Master's symptoms. There is really no more complete prescription. When combined with drugs to eliminate remaining poisons, the Fourth Master will have a legitimate son in the near future.

"But you can't tell the Fourth Master that it was me who said that. Just say you researched it yourself."

Xiyu added, with a hint of uneasiness in her voice, "If the Fourth Master knew, he might be unhappy."

Yes, men all care about their reputation.

"Yes, I obey your order."

After getting the answer, Zhao Kuangsheng left with satisfaction.

[When did the wandering monk come to Ulanala's mansion? How come I didn't know? ]

The palace maids were all in the outer room. Qi Xi straightened her curled up body and relaxed on the bedding.

“Of course there is no wandering monk. We ginseng can awaken the abilities of our ancient ancestors since birth. We can identify hundreds of medicines and can make thousands of prescriptions!

This is a legacy, what do you, a little snake spirit, know about it?"

There was a hint of pride in Xiyu's voice, which made Qixi want to open her mouth and bite her.

On his way back to the front yard, Zhao Kuangsheng passed by Sheng Heju when he heard sounds of beating and scolding, porcelain breaking, and palace maids and eunuchs explaining and begging for mercy.

He and the young eunuch who led the way looked at each other, and both pretended not to hear anything. In this palace, if you can be deaf, you have to pretend that you heard nothing.

"Fourth Master, I have learned a very precious prescription from Fu Jin."

Back in the study in the front yard, Zhao Kuangsheng told Yinzhen everything he had heard from Xiyu, without any feeling of guilt for going back on his word.

He knew who his master was.

"How can you explain why Mr. Ke didn't take any medicine yesterday?"

Zhao Kuangsheng's proud expression froze and he looked a little dazed.

"This this……"

Yinzhen kicked him on the buttocks, "What use are you!"

He waved his hand to let people leave, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, and looked in the direction of Danruoju.

Could it be that he was overthinking?

Could it be that the old monk was right, that the two of them were destined to be together...

Yinzhen came to Danruoju with a lot of questions in his mind. He lifted the door curtain and a chill rushed into the room with his movement.

Xiyu shrank into the quilt and called out "Fourth Master" in a playful voice.

The palace maids in the room left, leaving the two of them alone.

Seeing her actions, Yinzhen stopped walking towards the bed, turned around and walked to the charcoal brazier to warm himself by the fire.

After the chillness on his body subsided, he strode to the bedside and looked down at the young lady who was sitting there holding the quilt.

"sick?"

It's only October, but the house is already very hot.

Xiyu's fair face flushed and she shook her head obediently.

Seeing that Yinzhen didn't say anything and just sat next to her flipping through a book, she explained:

"I felt a little dizzy today. Maybe I was sweating on the way back from Yonghe Palace and was blown by the wind. I just drank the ginger soup made by Qiu Xu and slept for a while. I feel much better now."

Yinzhen raised his eyelids and looked at the young concubine with clear eyes.

The pretty beauty was lying on the bed, and a button on her collar had fallen off at some point.

The hair is scattered casually around the neck, and the inky hair forms a sharp contrast with the white neck.

There is not a single flaw on the palm-sized face, and the facial features are gentle.

The bright almond-shaped eyes looked at him eagerly, as if containing a river of spring water, full of affection and expectation.

Yinzhen smelled a hint of jasmine's fragrance and thought of the beauty in the room last night. His throat tightened and his heart moved slightly.

He just wanted to verify whether Xiao Fujin could really bring him miraculous effects, not for any other purpose.

Yinzhen comforted himself in this way, his voice low and hoarse: "Place him."

ah? What?

Before Xiyu could react, the man had already turned off most of the lights, leaving only one at the bedside.

The pain from last night was still vivid in Xiyu's mind, and she felt a little scared.

But on second thought, the spiritual power she gained in one night would be much more than what she gained from other missions.

She can just bear with it and it won't be a loss.

After realizing this, she raised her slender white arms, hooked them around Yinzhen's neck, and offered him a kiss.

The breath blended between lips and teeth, and Yinzhen felt the unusual yet familiar reaction of his body. His eyes darkened, and he raised his big hand and pressed it behind her head...

The bed curtains brought up a breeze, the candlelight flickered, and the wax dripped slowly...

As usual, a trace of spiritual power seeped into Xiyu's meridians to repair them.