As Imperial Physician Liang walked into the inner room, Erfu also got up and followed.

If it weren't for the presence of outsiders, she really wouldn't dare to rashly approach any of the concubines and concubines in the house, especially when these children were sick, it wasn't that she didn't like these children, white and fat, pink and tender children, who could not like it, she was mainly afraid that these rivals in love would use the children to do anything with ill intentions.

Imperial Physician Liang took off his cloak with cold air, stepped to the bedside, and carefully examined Xiao Wugegezai, or what Imperial Physician Hu said before, it was nothing more than Xiao Wugege's body was delicate, and he was suffering from the cold, and he needed to be carefully conditioned with medicine......

"I'm tired of Dr. Liang!" said Ulana Mei'er with a crying thanks.

Erfu noticed that something was wrong, and asked in a low voice: "Imperial Doctor Liang, Xiao Wugege is very sick, and it has been a few days, when he was in the garden, it can be said that his residence is adjacent to the water, and the doors and windows are beautiful and impractical mullion windows and partition doors, but when he returned to the house, the earth dragons in this room were lit, and the Wulanala clan also arranged for the palace maid to carefully seal the doors and windows, but it still didn't get better, do you think there will be any other problems in this?"

After saying that, she looked at Ula Nara Meierge meaningfully.

After all, no one can guarantee that Wulanala Mei'er will not take advantage of Xiao Wugege's physical discomfort to find an opportunity to approach the fourth master to compete for favor.

Imperial Doctor Liang has been serving in the hospital for many years, and he will not let himself get involved in the disputes of the ladies and relatives of the house, not to mention that he doesn't see anything wrong from the pulse, that is, some problems that children often have, just because Xiao Wugege's health is not good, and Wulanala Mei'er Gege is a little fussed, which will seem so repetitive......

Thinking of this, Imperial Physician Liang said that he seemed to be led by Changfu Jinerfu!

He hurriedly bowed, picked up the medicine box beside him, got up and walked outside to prescribe a prescription.

Erfu finally paid attention to the Wulanala Shi Mei'er who was sitting on the edge of the bed, her face was slightly gloomy, she looked at the little Wugege with a red face, and whispered: "What do you think is going on, Xiao Wugege has been taken care of by you since she was a child, how is her body, you know it in your heart, she is so sick, you are also tired, but you still have to check the people around you, I think this matter is a little strange!"

With that, she got up and walked outside.

The room was too stuffy, too hot, and there was a smell of bitter medicine soup, mixed with the smell of milk that was not fragrant and smelly on the child's body, which really made people feel uncomfortable.

Of course, she won't interfere too much in the affairs of the Ulanala clan's Mei'er house!

Because if she manages it well, others will think that it is her duty as a mother-in-law, and no one will thank her, but if something happens, even if she is going to take the blame, some people may say that she deliberately harmed the concubine and concubine who came out of the side room of the house!

"There's no need for us here, let's go back!" Erfu looked at the prescription list that had been held in Qinglan's hand, and explained that Zhao Dezhu sent Imperial Doctor Liang back to the front yard, greeted Qinglan, and left.

Walking on the road, the little north wind was whining, very mad......

She gathered the cloak that was blown away by the wind, called out to Qinglan, who was walking in front with a lantern, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Wugege's problem, it's really annoying, it's so noisy that I can't sleep well for a few nights, and now my sleepiness is over, if you're not cold, let's go to the garden for a walk!"

"Listen to the master!" Qinglan replied with a smile.

Erfu reached out and touched the thickness of the cotton robe that Qinglan was wearing, and touched Qinglan's hand carrying the lantern, dispelling her somewhat marginal plans, shaking her head and saying: "Forget it, let's go back to the room and rest early, the weather is cold, and it's late in the night, and there is no beautiful scenery in the garden, so that others can see it, maybe there will be gossip from the side!"

After speaking, she beckoned Qinglan to walk in the direction of the main courtyard.

Back in the main courtyard, looking at the main room lit by lanterns hanging under the porch, Erfu rubbed her cheeks stiffened by the north wind, and her steps sped up a little, I don't know if it was because she was getting older, she was really more and more afraid of the cold now.

I think back then, she was also a hot-blooded girl with bare legs running around the streets in the middle of winter.

But now, even if he is wearing a cotton robe and Qiu Yu, he still feels that a little cold wind is swishing into the cracks of his bones.

When the night was thick, the little eunuch who was responsible for taking care of the temperature of the upper room and the earth dragon had already rested, but fortunately, the doors and windows of the room were very tight, and it was relatively warm compared to the outside, otherwise Erfu wouldn't know how he would sleep tonight.

She took off her cloak and robe by herself, rubbed her somewhat sore waist, and sat on the edge of the kang with her sheepskin boots.

"Don't be busy, hurry up and take off your shoes and socks to warm up in the quilt, these things will be warmed up in the room tomorrow!"

Hearing this, Qinglan nodded with a smile and agreed very happily, but the movements in her hands did not stop.

Erfu hung a cotton curtain through the door of the warm pavilion, looking at Qinglan's busy appearance, he shook his head helplessly, but he couldn't ignore Qinglan in the end, so he lay down and rested, so he had to half-lie and half-sit against the floor cover by the kang, waiting for Qinglan to clean up.

She looked around a little boredly, and finally shook her head and focused on the notebook next to her pillow.

This is a new book published by a well-known bookseller in Beijing, the style of writing is average, the words and sentences are not clever, there is a sense of disobedience between the lines, but the content is somewhat interesting, and there is a sense of romance routine that she has seen in modern times, but compared to the plot of a book she has read before, the routine of this book is much more obscure, but it can still be seen that it is a person's work.

She was a little curious, could it really be that she had crossed the country's hometown and played the routine of copying the public......

And when Erfu was holding this notebook and studying it carefully, the dream butterfly girl who lived in the corner of the back cover room in the Li Shufujin courtyard of the Great Li family really took advantage of a faint oil lamp next to the bed, holding a homemade quill.

Yes, the most popular and most sought after books in the bookstore today are all written by her.

At a young age, she caught up with the dream butterfly children's shoes that crossed the tide, far less fortunate than the heroines in her notebook, to have no status, to grace or grace, she saw that she was alone in the backyard of the fourth master's mansion, and she couldn't mix it up, and she was often pulled out by those ignorant women and children to ridicule and ridicule, so she had other ideas.

wrote a book to make money, and worked hard to set things right and embarked on the heroine's script of farming.

She thought very simply, but she was not completely unprepared, so she bumped into each other in such a daze, according to her observations, the Fu Jin Erfu in the house was obviously a fellow who got the heroine's script, that is, Erfu hid her own origin very well, and some details were still hidden from the eyes of the dream butterfly who had the intention to observe.

It is precisely because of Erfu, a fellow traveler, that Mengdie has the courage to engage in her own farming routine.

——Don't fight or show, work hard to make money, and strive to get out of the muddy pond of the Fourth Master's Mansion.

Mengdie thought that Erfu, the concubine, was unwilling to reveal her true identity as a fellow countryman, but she would not stop her from losing and exiting the country.

Originally, she planned to talk to Erf, a fellow countryman, first, but she was still timid at the most critical time, mainly because she was afraid that the plots she had seen in the romance would become a reality.

Because of this, she didn't even dare to write books in front of people to rush the manuscript, and even the scrapped manuscripts had to be burned, and she even wanted to give a large amount of white money to those booksellers who ate people and did not spit out bones.

These hundreds of taels of silver are enough to eat for a lifetime in ordinary people's homes, but Mengdie didn't dare to talk to Erfu about leaving the house easily, because in the romances she had seen since she was a child, the amount of money was often tens of thousands of taels of silver.

She rubbed her hands that were red from the cold, blinked her sore and tearful eyes, rubbed her neck that she couldn't lift up for a long time, looked at the shining starry sky outside the window, and sighed with a wry smile: "Hey, it seems that no matter what era it is, you need a strong and domineering mother's family as a backer......

Think about the infinite scenery of the Yanfu Jin Guerjia Erfu who got the script of the protagonist, and she is not a fellow traveler who doesn't know anything like herself, but as soon as she comes, she already has a large amount of dowry as capital, and she opens a few shops casually, and a lot of gold and silver treasures are loaded into her wallet like running water.

And I'm pitiful, I don't have a mother's family, I'm a servant of people, and I finally became a concubine, and the monthly money is so much, and I went to reward the palace maids, and I can't even have a little broken silver left, and I still want to engage in economic independence, and now I can only hide in the shadows and work hard to make money, which is even harder than the days of catching up with homework in modern times.

At least when I was working hard to catch up with my homework, there were also my parents who were kind to talk and wait, and I was afraid of being hot in summer and cold in winter.

I knew that the fate of crossing over was so miserable, and I shouldn't have asked God to worship Buddha and wanted to become the protagonist in the book......

The night became thicker, Mengdie wiped away the tears oozing from her eyes, cheered herself up in a low voice, packed up the manuscripts that had been written and the quill pens that had been studied with great difficulty, and put the few scrapped manuscripts next to the oil lamp and burned them, eliminating the clues that she stayed up late to catch up with the manuscript, and then carefully held the manuscript she had written, and retracted back into the quilt with a staggering movement.

She lay down in the cold quilt, still thinking about how much silver she could get from the manuscript in her hand......

"It's really the more you look at it, the more suspicious it feels, there must be a crossing fellow coming, and it's also a female fellow who is addicted to romance, but isn't there too much of this crossing fellow, the dream butterfly in the house who doesn't know how to settle down hasn't been done yet, how can a self-reliant fellow pop up, it's really terrible!" And Erf, she held the book of words that was still glowing with ink in her hand, and this thought had drifted out of the clouds.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through Erph's mind.

Because she seems to have thought of some possibility, could it be that the person who sells the manuscript is Mengdie, after all, since the various suspiciousities of Mengdie were revealed, she is full of the image of a brain-dead girl who has been brainwashed by romance, and she has always made small moves, but since she found out that these books are suspected of being written by fellow villagers, Mengdie has never come out to make trouble, and the timeline of the two is not very easy to confirm, but it can always be linked together......

Thinking of this, Erf became even more interested in the book in his hand.

She thought: If this dream butterfly girl is really this person who makes money by selling book manuscripts, then can she reduce a love rival for herself, after all, a girl from modern society should not like to share a husband with others, especially if there is a rival who travels through her hometown.

Just when Erfu was thinking like this, Qinglan, who had already sorted out Erfu's clothes to go out and dress, came to the warm pavilion, she looked at her own master who was still sitting next to the floor cover, holding the book and not letting go, and reminded softly: "Master, it's so late this day, do you want to rest earlier, you have to go to the palace tomorrow to ask Concubine De Niangniang to go to ask for peace!"

When Erfu heard this, she suddenly came back to her senses, nodded with a smile, and handed the notebook in her hand to Qinglan.

"If it weren't for your reminder, I don't know when I would have seen it, you keep this book for me, I'll take a good look at it another day, the content of this book is quite interesting!" She shrunk into the quilt with a quick movement, and explained with a smile, for fear that Qinglan would casually throw this book that might have been written by Mengdie into an inconspicuous corner, and she also planned to find some clues from this book to confirm her guess......

After saying that, she really turned over this time and began to sleep with the soft and warm quilt.

After tossing and turning for most of the night, Erf was really tired.

This sleep is the dawn of the day, when Shilan woke her up, she was still a little reluctant to come out of the bed, Erfu rolled coquettishly in the quilt for half an hour, exempting the ladies of the house from coming to the main courtyard in the morning and dusk to save the ceremony, delayed until it could not be delayed any longer, and then let Shilan and Shiqing help themselves to wash and change clothes in the quilt.

Erfu looked at himself in the bronze mirror and sighed softly: "Poor ......"