On the night of the new day, the cold night enveloped the entire Forbidden City. This imperial palace, which was so majestic during the day, has now completely silent.

The cold night was filled with the chill of early spring, and the howling sounds of drums sounded dullly at the third hour. The palaces and courtyards were locked one after another, and the doors inside and outside were closed, and even the palace maids and eunuchs who were watching the night were silent.

In the main hall of Xianfu Palace, the main seat Maopin was sitting on a satin mattress with a dark autumn fragrance, holding a tube of sheep's hair in his hand, and copying Buddhist scriptures in common. The writing was written on the primitive radish that was dyed with the mellow Canaan fragrance, rustling like spring erosion.

The second-class palace maid Yuchalus blessed her body and carefully glanced at Maopin. She wanted to speak, but she didn't dare to disturb Maopin's copying of scriptures. She just called out in a low voice: "Master..."

The pen in Maopin paused and his brows frowned.

Immediately, the great palace maid who was serving ink beside her suddenly scolded: "I don't have the strength! I didn't see my master copying the scriptures for the big princess. Did you?!"

When Maopin was in the emperor's residence, he gave birth to two young princes, but they both died in their infancy. Maopin was very sad, so he often copied Buddhist scriptures to save himself and seek comfort in his heart. Later, Maopin thought about it and wanted to have another son and half of his daughter. Unfortunately, he had fallen out of favor at that time, so copying scriptures to mourn his daughter who died young became a means of competing for favor.

Jade chalcedony kneeled down in a hurry, and a look of panic appeared on his little face.

But Maopin raised his hand gently, and his tone was also gentle: "After saying that, what's wrong?"

Yuchalice breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Her master worshipped Buddha all year round and was a kind person who was a gentle man in the palace. Therefore, even if she was unhappy, the attack would only be the giant clams that were fake and powerful. Yuchalice hurriedly kowtowed and said quickly: "When it comes to my master, Yao Guiren from the East Side Palace is getting worse and worse. I want to ask you to change the imperial physician." After that, Yuchalice nervously pinched the silver turf that had just been obtained from her sleeve.

There was a look of unpleasantness on Maopin's kind face.

Gianta observed his expression and immediately said loudly: "Master, he had a headache and fever. He has always been the prescription for the diagnosis of Physician Zhou, but the master did not dislike it. Why did Yao complain about Physician Zhou's lack of medical skills first?!"

Yuchic thought to himself that the master Maopin is at least the head of the palace. Even if he loses his favor, Doctor Zhou dares not neglect, but the person in the East Participant Palace... a sick, weak and elderly nobleman without children and is not favored. Doctor Zhou sees it? This week, Doctor Zhou prescribed a pair of medicine for treating wind and cold for Guiren half a month ago, and ignored it. The East Participant Palace kept taking medicine according to the prescription, but it never got better. As the weather became colder, the wind and cold symptoms became worse. Su Yu next to Guiren Yao was very loyal and had a kinship with her, so he stuffed silver overnight and asked her to say something good to her in front of Concubine Maopin.

Yuchichi hurriedly smiled and said, "Yes, the master is used to coming to the Bodhisattva's heart, so he sent Doctor Zhou to treat Guiren Yao. If it were the one in Chuxiu Palace, how could he care about the life or death of the people in his palace?"

Everyone in Xianfu Palace knew that the princess Maopin and the princess of Chuxiu Palace were not in harmony. Jade chalcedony stepped on Ningpin to praise Maopin, which really pleased the princess of Xianfu Palace.

A trace of satisfaction flashed through Maopin's eyes, he hurriedly covered his lips and whispered: "Stop talking, you can criticize Ningpin?!" However, this reprimand was gentle and had no intention of blame.

Yuchichi hurriedly said, "Master, don't worry, if you leave the gate of Xianfu Palace, your servant will never gossip."

Maopin said "um" and said to Yuchichi, who was kneeling on the ground: "Okay, get up."

"Thank you, Master." Yuchichi hurriedly got up and whispered: "Guru Yao is really a sick person. The master has been worried about her a lot. Now it's the twelfth lunar month. If there is a situation, it will be really unlucky."

Maopin pondered silently, but it was obviously loose.

The great palace maid, Giant Mam, hurriedly reminded: "Master, if you ask another imperial physician to treat it, it will be a pity for Doctor Zhou, and there may be many inappropriate things in the future."

Maopin frowned. She finally bought the imperial doctor Zhou. She didn't want to accomplish anything, but she could treat the good child when she was unhappy. If Yao Jia had a rift with Dr. Zhou, it would be worth it. But if Yao Jia was not good at using her body, she would be lost on this festive day of the New Year, and Ning Ping might be able to say that she would be ravenous.

Maopin sighed, "Then I'll go and invite Doctor Zhou to come here, and he said that the medicine he had prescribed before was not cured. He was worried and changed another medicine."

Gianta hurriedly praised: "The master is wise, and the slave can save it."

Concubine Mao showed signs of fatigue, so she washed and rested.

The two men of Tripitaka and Jade Chopin then left the main hall. The moon was high and the wind was tight outside the hall. The giant clam spat fiercely: "I think you have taken over the benefits of the Eastern Partition Hall again!"

The chalcedony, which was exposed by a word, was not panicked at all, and said with a smile: "Where is the words of Sister Gildmap? I just saw that Yao Guiren was so sick that he helped me hand it over."

The giant clam glanced at the chalcedony and said sarcastically: "How can you still be the heart of a Bodhisattva?"

Jade chalcedony smiled and said, "The master is the heart of the Bodhisattva."

Half an hour later, the imperial physician Zhou came late, and the old face was full of impatientness. Su Yu, the palace maid from the Eastern Palace, quickly stuffed silver and said good things. The imperial physician Zhou then entered and took the pulse of Yao Guiren on the sickbed and prescribed the medicine again.

Qian En thanked him and sent Doctor Zhou away, but the eunuch Xiao Liuzi found that Su Yu's face was a little wrong, "Sister Su Yu, is there anything wrong with this prescription?"

Su Yu was already twenty years old and had a round and gentle face. At this moment, the face was a little dark. "This prescription... is not much different from the prescription I prescribed last time. I only changed the amount of two medicines and added another coptis chinensis."

Xiao Liuzi glared at her eyes: "Sister means that Doctor Zhou did not treat him well, but just did it perfunctorily?" Xiao Liuzi couldn't help but feel a little angry, "It's not that doctors are parents, this old man named Zhou is really a killer!"

Su Yu sighed, afraid that Xiao Liuzi would do excessive actions, so she hurriedly said, "We don't understand medical skills after all, maybe this medicine is better than before. You should get medicine and boil medicine." It is better to have medicine than not. The snobs in the Imperial Hospital are the most cautious and smart. This prescription will definitely not be harmful. Otherwise, if there is a noble person in the future, they will also take the hangdown. Moreover, Coptis chinensis is indeed a good medicine to clear heat.

Inside the jade-colored gauze tent that was half old and not new was a red face and a pair of almond eyes with a confused soul.

Yao Jiaxin was confused and only heard someone coming in and out soon. She only heard an old guy say something intermittently, "I feel sick like a thread of tears". A young man with a somewhat female voice cursed, oh, there was also a "Sister Su Yu", whose voice was too gentle, and he couldn't hear clearly what he said.

Ah, my head hurts so much, my body is heavy, like I have pressed ten layers of quilts, it is heavy and hot, and it seems that a cold veil is covered with a hairpin on my forehead, but it is not enough to relieve the heat at all.

The throat is dry and painful, and the nose is not very breathable.

Is this... a severe cold?
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