Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

Xiaoyue looked a little anxious. She hurried over to support Lu Yi and opened her mouth to speak.

Lu Yi raised his hand and said, "Stop, don't talk yet, let me take it easy."

Lu Yi felt that his brain was now filled with knowledge and could not fit in anything else.

Only after feeling some memory cleared in his brain did Lu Yi turn to look at Xiaoyue.

"What did you want to say to me just now?"

"Your Highness, there have been further developments in Lord Liu's condition. The Imperial Physician says he may have symptoms of a stroke in the future."

That’s right, Lord Liu is still Lord Liu. Even though Lu Yi became the princess, she never thought of promoting him.

After all, the purpose of her mission is not to let him live a life of glory.

"You have to keep an eye on him. Keep the medicinal herbs supplied and try to keep him alive as long as possible."

Lu Yi rubbed his swollen temples and gave instructions.

"Yes, Your Highness. The two imperial physicians are taking turns to look after him. Qingtu is also taking very good care of him. He will definitely not let Liu Shijun pass away early."

After returning to the East Palace, Xiaoyue immediately brought Lu Yi a cup of chrysanthemum Longjing tea.

Lu Yi likes this one and never gets tired of it.

And whenever she had the chance, she would stroll into her own tea room, look for various kinds of tea, and put them into the space little by little. Over time, she really saved up some.

Lu Yi blew on the tea, watching the ripples appear, thinking that today's work was done.

Tomorrow is another ten-day rest period, so I can have a day and a half off.

Even the teacup Lu Yi held up couldn't hide the smile on her face. She lowered her head to smell the faint fragrance of tea and took another sip.

The next day, it was bright.

Lu Yi opened his sleepless eyes and sighed heavily.

She had been looking forward to the day off for a long time, but her usually chaotic brain just didn't like to sleep in on the day off.

Lu Yi picked up the hot milk and drank it in two gulps. He held two pieces of yam and jujube paste cakes in his hand, and after swallowing the cakes in his mouth, he said:

"I have nothing to do today, so take me to see Lord Liu."

"Don't call for help, just walk over. I just need to digest my food."

"Yes, Your Highness."

At this time, Changyuan was far away from the palace where Lu Yi lived.

Liu Qiqi on the bed also opened his eyes, and sadness spread in his eyes.

The first thought in my mind was, why am I not dead yet?

Liu Qiqi lay flat on the bed, feeling completely hopeless!

Qingtu was very happy to see Liu Qiqi wake up. He actively brought a basin of hot water without feeling tired at all.

Look, I got another day’s worth of monthly silver!

After some operations and wiping Liu Qiqi's face clean, Qingtu brought over a bowl of warm porridge.

Liu Qiqi's mouth trembled as he refused: "No, I don't want to eat, I..."

Qingtu ignored him and quickly fed him a spoonful of porridge.

He fed him half a bowl of food one spoonful after another. Thinking that it was enough, Qingtu stopped forcing him and put the bowl aside.

Liu Qiqi subconsciously rolled his throat and swallowed the last mouthful of porridge that was fed into his mouth.

In fact, he could no longer taste the porridge.

Liu Qiqi didn't want to eat either! He was completely fed up with this plain porridge!

No one can stand eating the same breakfast for eight years in a row. Liu Qiqi stared ahead with blank eyes.

Qingtu sighed softly, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, and explained in a leisurely tone:

"Master, why are you crying? This white porridge is good stuff, it nourishes the stomach. For your health, the imperial physician recommends drinking clear porridge, so you must drink more clear porridge. We must follow the doctor's advice!"

"You! You dog...dog slave!" Liu Qiqi cursed with gritted teeth, staring at him fiercely with excited eyes.

"The imperial physician didn't...didn't say...to eat porridge every meal, you dog..."

"I am the dog slave, and you are the master."

"Come, Master, you can't even speak clearly, you should take a rest, and your dog servant will serve you medicine."

Qingtu's face was filled with worry, but there was a deep smile in his eyes.

The happiest thing for him, besides getting monthly salary, is serving Liu Qiqi every day.

That is to feed Liu Qiqi medicine.

Liu Qiqi watched the bowl of black medicine getting closer and closer to him. He closed his mouth in fear, shook his head frantically, and there was a pleading look in his eyes.

Qingtu ignored it completely. When he saw that Liu Qiqi refused to cooperate with the medicine, he did not get angry. Instead, he smiled and reached out his hand towards Liu Qiqi's chin.

All I heard was a practiced click.

After removing the jaw, Qingtu fed Liu Qiqi the medicine one spoonful at a time.

Lu Yi came in at this time.

"I'm taking medicine."

Seeing this, Qingtu wanted to put down the medicine bowl, but Lu Yi stopped him and said, "Keep feeding it. Don't let it get cold and affect the efficacy of the medicine."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Liu Qiqi was so excited to see Lu Yi again after many years that tears welled up in her eyes!

Liu Qiqi made a whimpering sound in his throat and tried to say something, but nothing came out. His efforts only made the bitter medicine in his mouth gurgle.

Seeing Lu Yi looking at him, Qingtu skillfully fed him another spoonful and said:

"Your Highness, this medicine is effective, but it's very bitter. The master is always being stubborn and refusing to take it. Qingtu has no other choice but to resort to this last resort."

"As long as the effect is good, you have taken good care of him in the past few years."

Lu Yi praised, completely ignoring Liu Qiqi's frantic shaking of his head, and continued:

"You know the imperial physician's diagnosis yesterday, right?"

Caring for a stroke patient is not an easy job.

"Your Highness, I know this. Don't worry, I am not afraid of hardship or fatigue. I will definitely serve you well."

"Well, your monthly salary will be doubled from now on, but the rules will remain the same as before."

People who do hard work should get a raise, Lu Yi said after nodding.

Qingtu's eyes lit up, and the hand holding the medicine bowl trembled slightly.

Doesn't that mean that as long as Liu Qiqi lives one more day, he can receive double the monthly salary?!

Damn it, why didn’t Liu Qiqi have a stroke earlier!

Lu Yi took a quick look, confirmed Liu Qiqi's vital signs, and went out to bask in the sun.

After Lu Yi left, Qingtu continued to feed Liu Qiqi medicine.

He scooped a spoonful of medicine from the bowl and fed it to the patient with more caution.

Be sure to feed every drop of medicine into Liu Qiqi's mouth without wasting a single drop.

Liu Qiqi was so distressed that he closed his eyes tightly and his facial muscles couldn't help but spasm and twitch.

Qingtu saw it, but raised his lips without caring, and said as he fed the next mouthful of medicine:

"Master, please don't be anxious. The medicine needs to be taken slowly for it to take effect."

Changyuan's life was the same as usual, with the same routine of drinking porridge and taking medicine, taking medicine and drinking porridge...

However, Lu Yi's peaceful life had some changes. It was another day off, and the empress summoned her into the palace.

"Mother Queen, why do you look so pale? Has Doctor Xuan examined you?"

Lu Yi asked the eunuch the last question. The queen shook her head and signaled everyone to leave, leaving only Lu Yi.