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Chapter 35 Wind Chill

Mo Qingqing's hand was hot and hot, the imperial doctor caught her pulse, and after a while, he retracted his hand and said: "The emperor is weak and has suffered from the wind and cold, it is raining heavily today, is the emperor drenched in the rain?" ”

Qiuyue bit her lip: "The emperor did rain today, we were still in the imperial garden at that time, but I didn't expect the rain to suddenly get up, and it was ......"

"And what?"

She sniffed and said, "And the emperor slept in the bathtub when he was taking a bath." ”

The imperial doctor shook his head: "The situation is not optimistic, now the emperor's pulse is beating very fast, and the emperor is ......"

The imperial doctor said in Mo Qingqing's ear: "The emperor seems to be a female ......"

Before she finished speaking, Qiu Yue's face changed, and she put an index finger to her mouth, the imperial doctor understood what she meant, he nodded and said: "I understand, I won't say it, the emperor is suffering from a very severe wind and cold now, it is better to boil medicine for her, wait a minute, I will prescribe a pair of medicine, and it should be able to alleviate the condition." ”

The imperial doctor quickly wrote a prescription and sent someone to grab the medicine, Qiu Yue took the medicine and found a medicine jar and began to decoction the medicine, and a thick medicinal fragrance came out of the jar.

Since the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor is the kind that needs to be boiled slowly over a low fire, Qiu Yue first soaked it in cold water for half an hour, and after roasting it on a high fire for a few minutes, it began to turn into a small fire.

After tossing for three hours, the sun had already dawned, there was a glimmer of light in the sky, the entire capital was shrouded in the first rays of sunlight in the early morning, the autumn moon hit a hache, the medicinal juice in the medicine furnace also changed from light color to dark brown, the medicinal fragrance filled the whole room, Qiu Yue rubbed her eyes, Mo Qingqing was still sleeping dead on the dragon bed, and the flushing on her face did not recede at all.

Her hand was resting on the head of the sleeping Mo Qingqing, it was still hot, it should be more than forty degrees.

Picking up Mo Qingqing, Qiu Yue carefully fed her the medicine a little bit, but although Mo Qingqing was unconscious, as soon as her tongue touched the bitter Chinese medicine, her tongue was straight, what kind of taste was this, she felt nauseous, she couldn't swallow a mouthful of Chinese medicine at all, and a trace of it flowed into the placket from the corner of her mouth.

Qiu Yue hurriedly put down the medicine to change her clothes, and accidentally almost knocked over the medicine on the table, Qiu Yue flicked her brain, why is she so stupid.

Today was the day of Mo Qingqing's early dynasty, but the people on the dragon chair never came, and many ministers had already gathered in the court, and many people didn't know that there was a scene last night.

Mrs. Xie straightened his waist and stood at the front, wondering in his heart, the emperor didn't come to see him yesterday, and he was late today, what happened.

Generally speaking, Mo Qingqing is a more punctual person, even if he wants to sleep, he will get up on time and go back to make up for sleep after the morning court.

After about a cup of tea, Xiao Renzi came to the Jinluan Hall and read: "Today, the emperor's dragon body is not safe, so cancel the early dynasty, and all the adults should go back first." ”

It turns out that the emperor is really sick.

When Mrs. Xie came to Mo Qingqing's dormitory, Qiu Yue was busy feeding Mo Qingqing medicine, but it was still unsuccessful, she was so busy that Mo Qingqing's throat seemed to be choking, and the medicine couldn't get in no matter how she poured it.

"Mrs. Xie." Qiu Yue saw Mrs. Xie coming, and lowered her eyelashes, "Mrs. Taifu, the emperor just can't drink the medicine." ”

Qiu Yue didn't have anything to do at all, she looked at Mrs. Xie, she didn't know what to do.

Mrs. Xie knew a little about medical skills, and took Mo Qingqing's meridians: "The pulse is soothing and weak, there must be wind and cold like the body, and this medicine can't be fed?" ”

Qiu Yue bowed her head slightly: "Yes, Taifu, the emperor refuses to take medicine." ”

This is also normal, some people who are afraid of bitterness will also be like this, although they are unconscious, their tongue is still sensitive, and as soon as the tongue touches something bitter, it closes the pharyngeal cartilage in the throat, so the medicine can't enter at all.

"You can put this on the emperor later." Mrs. Xie took out a small bag, there were seven or eight pieces of plaster in the bag, and Mrs. Xie continued: "Wait a minute, put a piece on the emperor's forehead, change it every two days, this medicine is good for wind and cold, and don't let the emperor catch a cold recently." ”

"Yes." Qiu Yue took out a piece of bangs that helped her and put it on Mo Qingqing's forehead, covering the entire forehead.

Mo Qingqing's face was slightly better, but the flushing did not subside. Qiu Yue thought about it and continued to decoction the medicine.

Murong Mo did not receive a reply in Cangzhou for several days, and only a few days later did he receive a letter from Taifu Xie, saying that the emperor was in a coma at present.

Murong Mo hesitated for a moment before grabbing his coat and going out, and the old man's voice sounded behind him: "Xiao Mo, what are you going to do?" ”

"It's okay, I'll go back." Murong Mo said, turned over and stepped on his white horse neatly and walked out of the city.

He didn't go to the barracks, he went straight back to the capital, and at his speed, he rushed back to the capital in three days.

In the middle of the night, Qiu Yue still stood by the medicine jar with Hatche, and the moonlight shone on her side like water.

A shadow appeared beside him.

What the heck? Qiu Yue opened her eyes, she was only one person, but there were two shadows on the ground...... She was drenched in a cold sweat and remembered all kinds of ghost stories.

No matter how good it is, I met a ghost today, her stiff neck slowly turned back, and there was a tall person standing behind her, Qiu Yue patted her chest, fortunately, it was a person and not a ghost.

Looking at it contemplatingly, this handsome face like an immortal seems familiar, and if you think about it carefully, isn't it Mrs. Murong?

Isn't Murong Taifu in Cangzhou?

"What about the emperor?" Murong Mo said in a deep voice, his voice a little cold.

Qiu Yue replied: "The emperor hasn't woken up yet, and he still has a high fever, but he has been much better in the past few days, and the flushing on his face has subsided a lot." ”

Murong Mo nodded, looked at the jar of medicine and said, "This medicine should be fine." ”

Qiu Yue nodded, and Murong Mo said, "You go down first." ”

Since there was Master Murong here, Qiu Yue was not too worried, but she was afraid that Murong Mo would do something, so she said timidly: "I'd better stay." ”

"No need." Murong Mo's cold tone was tinged with displeasure, "You go and rest first." ”

"The slave and maid are gone."

The moonlight was like water, and with the bright moonlight, Murong Mo saw her little face on the bed, her whole body curled up on the side of the bed, breathing evenly, like a kitten, motionless.

To be continued......

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