The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

After taking a warm bath, Fang Qingyou heard Mingyue say that the people in the kitchen were arguing about the ingredients for making soup. One side wanted to make the soup more refined, while the other side wanted to make it more nourishing.

Fang Qingyou suddenly had an idea, picked up her pen and wrote down a medicinal diet recipe, and then took out her medicine box and prepared some medicine packets.

"Mingyue, take this prescription and this packet of medicine to Physician Song for a look. If he approves, send them to the kitchen. This medicinal dish is not only beautiful in appearance, but also has excellent nourishing effects. I have already prepared the medicinal herbs; the kitchen only needs to prepare the remaining ingredients. These are all common seasonal ingredients, and the kitchen should be able to prepare them all."

As she spoke, Fang Qingyou added, "However, you should still ask the kitchen for their opinion first. If they are willing, leave the things behind; if not, bring them back."

"Yes, miss." Mingyue took the prescription and medicine packet and left.

Fang Qingyou walked to the window, where a gentle breeze caressed her face, making her feel refreshed and comfortable.

The air was filled with the faint scent of osmanthus, its fragrance rich and intoxicating.

Fang Qingyou couldn't help but look into the distance and saw an osmanthus tree planted in a separate courtyard of the post station. Through a wall, she could only vaguely see some golden blossoms and specks of green.

"Yuefei, do you know what that courtyard is? I saw a sweet osmanthus tree there, and the flowers are in full bloom. I wonder if we can go over and pick some?"

Upon hearing this, Yuefei walked to the window and looked out. She was older and taller than Fang Qingyou, and saw that it was an osmanthus tree that was over ten years old, and it was indeed covered with lush osmanthus blossoms.

However, that courtyard was not a place that ordinary people could enter.

However, Fang Qingyou was an exception, because the person living in that courtyard was none other than Luo Qianmo.

"Miss, I think it should be possible. I'll ask when Sister Mingyue returns, and if it's possible, I'll come back and call you."

"Hmm." Fang Qingyou nodded slightly, not at all surprised by Yuefei's arrangement. She was younger than Mingyue, but she was very cautious in everything she did and would never leave her alone anywhere.

Mingyue returned quickly, carrying a food box in each hand, her face beaming with smiles.

“Young lady, everyone in the kitchen praised your medicinal cuisine recipe. They said they would come to thank you in person after they finished preparing dinner tonight.”

As she spoke, Mingyue put down the food box in her hand and opened it: "Miss, these are some ingredients for making mooncakes. I saw that there were quite a few left in the kitchen, so I asked for some over, thinking of making some mooncakes for you."

Fang Qingyou walked over and saw that the food box contained ingredients such as dough, date paste, red bean paste, nuts, and raisins.

The quantity is quite large; enough to make at least dozens of mooncakes.

Fang Qingyou became interested and quickly turned to Yuefei and said, "Yuefei, go and ask if we can pick those osmanthus flowers. If we can, it would be great to pick some and put them in the mooncakes."

"Yes." Yuefei responded and went out, while Fang Qingyou and Mingyue sorted the ingredients together.

Yuefei soon brought good news, so Fang Qingyou happily took Yuefei and Mingyue to pick osmanthus flowers.

Every year around the Mid-Autumn Festival, Fang Qingyou would pick osmanthus flowers with her grandfather. The fresh osmanthus flowers would be used to make osmanthus soup, osmanthus cake, osmanthus paste, or dried and steeped in tea.

The pleasure derived from that far surpasses the purpose of doing these things.

Knowing that Fang Qingyou would come to pick osmanthus flowers, Luo Qianmo had already been standing by the window. Not wanting to be seen, he did not open the window, but only looked at the osmanthus tree from afar through a crack in the window.

Time actually passed quickly, but Luo Qianmo felt that time was exceptionally long.

However, he was extremely patient, just as he always was when waiting for Fang Qingyou.

He didn't know why his heart was only willing to wait for her.

Time passes little by little, like a gentle breeze brushing your fingertips, like the fragrance of osmanthus wafting into your nose, like green leaves rustling in the wind.

Finally, the slender figure came into view.

Wearing a light green dress, simple and elegant, fresh and ethereal, it instantly brightens the viewer's gaze.

Luo Qianmo's face was slightly pale, but the curve of his lips was like a blooming osmanthus flower, his smile seemingly carrying fragrance, captivating anyone who looked at him.

Xuan Zhu and Xuan Huang in the room silently lowered their eyes, pretending not to see their prince's sweet expression.

When picking osmanthus flowers, all the worries in my heart seem to disappear with the wind, leaving only joy.

Fang Qingyou felt that when she touched the osmanthus, she seemed to gain a lot of happiness, and a smile involuntarily bloomed on her face.

Seeing that beautiful face that finally revealed a knowing smile, Luo Qianmo's smile softened even more.

The smile on her beautiful face was more radiant than the golden osmanthus blossoms, brightening his eyes, his heart, and his world.

Fang Qingyou gently placed a handful of osmanthus flowers into the flower basket. Sensing that someone was watching her, she looked in that direction.

However, all they saw was a closed window.

Fang Qingyou shook her head, shaking the doubts out of her mind.

There was no one there; it was clearly just my imagination.

Inside the room, Luo Qianmo nervously held his breath.

Even though the window was closed, he could still feel Fang Qingyou's gaze.

Luckily, he reacted quickly, otherwise Fang Qingyou would have seen him.

His pale face flushed slightly from nervousness.

It took a long time for Luo Qianmo to calm down, but his breathing sounded somewhat disordered.

Xuan Zhu stepped forward with concern: "Your Highness, how are you? Shall I take your pulse?"

Luo Qianmo shook his head, still gazing in the direction he had just been looking, as if his gaze could penetrate the window and remain fixed on that slender figure.

There was a hint of lingering affection and a touch of regret in his eyes.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, but it happens to be the fifteenth of the lunar month. He wants to spend it with her, but he can't.

Today is the day the poison will take effect, but because of his serious injuries, the onset of the poison may be earlier than expected.

He wasn't sure when it would be, so his idea of ​​living next door to her remained just a pipe dream.

After picking the osmanthus flowers, Fang Qingyou couldn't help but glance at the window as she left. The courtyard was quiet; it seemed like no one lived there.

But for some reason, she always felt that there was someone in that room?

After Fang Qingyou left, Luo Qianmo took one last look out the window before slowly turning his gaze away.

It's getting dark, and it looks like tonight is destined to be a tough night.