Ye Qingyu cut her pulse, and when she heard that her headache was an old problem, she was prone to illness if she was in a bad mood or wind, so she said,

"Madam, I'll give you a press first, and it will relieve your pain."

"Okay, then I'll bother you." When Mrs. Chen heard this, she immediately let go of her hand and sat up slightly.

Ye Qingyu stood next to her, first tentatively pressed two positions, and asked her where the pain was the worst.

After learning the answer, Ye Qingyu had a number in his heart, and said to her with a smile,

"Madam, please come with me to the inner room, I will press you when you lie on the soft floor, it is more comfortable than sitting, and I can borrow my strength."

Mrs. Chen answered softly, followed her to the inner room, and saw a bed that was not covered all around, and the bed was quite high, and it was specially made at first glance.

The two maids took a step forward, first touched the sheets on it, then looked down and sniffed, and found that there was still a fragrance of soaphorn, so they nodded with satisfaction,

"Ma'am, it's pretty clean."

"We change the cleaning ones every day, and of course they are clean." Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but say a word, she didn't like the strength of these two maids to look down on people.

Qiuye on the side pulled Xiaohua's sleeve and asked her not to speak, this woman and the words and deeds of the two maids, at a glance, you can see that they are from extraordinary backgrounds, and they are not even rich gentry, but official wives.

This was just a small episode, and both Mrs. Chen and Ye Qingyu glanced at their maids and told them to keep quiet.

After Mrs. Chen lay down, Ye Qingyu sat on a low stool and began to rub her with moderate strength with both hands.

After a while, Mrs. Chen's eyebrows and eyes stretched, the headache was obviously relieved, and after pressing for a while, Mrs. Chen, who had suffered from headaches for many days and rarely fell asleep, fell asleep directly, and let out a soft snoring sound.

"......" her two maids.

Madame is asleep!

The two maids looked at the sleeping lady, and then at Ye Qingyu, showing gratitude, and no longer dared to underestimate her.

"Let your lady sleep for a while." Ye Qingyu pressed it for a while and then withdrew his hand, and said to the yellow-clothed maid,

"You come with me, I prescribe the medicine, you go and grab the medicine, you can come back here and fry it immediately, and take it when your wife wakes up."

The yellow-clothed maid nodded and agreed, and went to do it immediately.

The other pink-clothed maid asked for a thin quilt for the master to cover, and waited aside.

After settling Mrs. Chen, Ye Qingyu and the others also left the flower hall.

"Xiaohua, if someone comes to see a doctor, you can go to the west wing to get it, and remember to add a charcoal pot to the room." Ye Qingyu said, "Also, send another charcoal pot to the flower hall, don't let people sleep cold." ”

Zhang Xiaohua answered and hurried to do it.

No one came to see the doctor for the time being, so Ye Qingyu went to the room where the herbs were put to find Luo Xijun.

"What are you doing again?" Ye Qingyu pushed the door in, and saw that she was grinding powder with her back to the door, so she stepped forward curiously and asked.

"Don't inhale, back off." Luo Xijun's voice was muffled, because she was wearing a mask made by Ye Qingyu.

Ye Qingyu was startled by her, and hurriedly retreated, not stopping until she retreated to the door, and then also covered her nose and asked in a wordless manner,

"What kind of poison is this?"

"Incense." Luo Xijun said.

"......" Ye Qingyu decisively opened the door and went out, and only said when he stood outside the door, "I'll come back to you when you're done." ”

Luo Xijun responded.

Ye Qingyu mourned twice in his heart for his younger brother's custom, such a poisonous and cold beauty, I don't know how he can capture the heart.

(End of chapter)