Mo Zhao shook his head: "I'm not afraid." It's just that this herb is so fresh, where did Sister Mian get it? ”

Lu Mian had already thought about this question: "I have a friend who is on duty in the Tai Hospital, and I just went out to ask him for it." ”

"But it seems that there are no such fresh herbs in the Tai Hospital, and those Tai doctors like to use sun-dried herbs." Mo Zhao looked at Lu Mian with a smile: "The person that Sister Mian knows should be on duty in the Medicine Garden, only there are fresh herbs there." ”

The memory of the original owner, Lu Mian actually did not inherit.

It may be because it was smashed in the back of the head, causing the memory of the original owner to disappear.

Lu Mian wasn't quite sure if there was such a medicine garden in the palace, but since Mo Zhao said that there was, it should be.

Lu Mian just wanted to end the topic quickly, she nodded again and again: "You guessed it, but you can't tell anyone else, I secretly asked that friend to bring it out, if someone else knows, something will definitely happen." ”

Mo Zhao nodded again and again, "Sister Mian is doing this for me, I will definitely not tell anyone else, I am only good with Sister Mian." ”

Lu Mian laughed and went out to bring his wheelchair in.

For a while, Mo Zhao was the only one left in the room, and he turned his head to look at the dozens of fresh and watery herbs, his white and tender little face, and a trace of strangeness crossed his eyes.

Lu Mian quickly moved the wheelchair in.

She sat in a wheelchair with Mo Zhao in her arms.

In order to prevent him from struggling in pain when he removed the carrion from Mo Zhao's wounds, Lu Mian also tied Mo Zhao's hands and waist with rags and fixed them in a wheelchair.

Lu Mian also stuffed a cork in Mo Zhao's mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.

With everything ready, Lumian began to treat the wound.

Mo Zhao's injuries were on both of his thighs.

On the thigh, which was originally as white and tender as a lotus root, there was such a serious injury, and anyone who looked at it was a little unbearable, and even Lu Mian felt cruel. However, when she held the scissors and lowered her eyes again, there was only calm in her eyes.

Little by little, the carrion and suppuration were cut off, and bright red blood dripped to the ground.

The basin of hot blood that was originally placed on the ground turned scarlet from the initial clearness.

By the time Lu Mian put down the scissors, it was already half an hour later.

But this is not the end, Lu Mian put down the scissors, grabbed the herbs that had been mashed in the cup, gently applied it to Mo Zhao, and then wrapped it with a bandage to fix it.

By the time Lu Mian had done all this and took out the cork on Mo Zhao's mouth, Mo Zhao's whole person was already weak, his lips were white, his face was bloodless, and his body trembled uncontrollably. You can imagine how much pain he had just now, but he didn't cry out in pain.

Lu Mian was so distressed that he hurriedly loosened the straps on his body, fed him two sips of spiritual spring water, and carried the person back to the bed to lie down.

Lu Mian pulled a little corner for him to cover, then turned to the small kitchen and served the medicine she had boiled for him earlier.

Although Lu Mian directly cut off the rotten flesh on Mo Zhao's body before, for Mo Zhao, the pain of being dug up alive made him want to die directly.

But there were also miraculous effects later.

After just an afternoon in bed, he felt that the injuries that had been tormenting him were less painful.

The wound no longer emitted the same foul smell as before, but became a faint herbal smell.

Because Lu Mian gave him a bath and changed his clothes.

So he's refreshed all over his body.

Even if there was some pain coming from the wound, it was within the range that Mo Zhao could bear.

He hadn't been so comfortable in a long, long time.

In the evening, Lu Mian went to the imperial dining room to get dinner for two.

After the cook in the imperial dining room knew that she was the palace maid of the cold palace, she raised her hand and pointed to a stack of vegetables and asked Lu Mian to leave quickly.

Lu Mian knew that this was the reason why Mo Zhao was not favored, so he pulled out a silver hairpin from his head and handed it to the cook, and finally exchanged two chicken legs from the other party.

When he went back with the food box, Lu Mian was thinking about the future in his heart.

Mo Zhao was originally born with an imperial destiny.

It's just the negligence of Heaven that made him suffer so much at a young age.

Lu Mian's mission in this world is to raise Mo Zhao and let him sit in the position that originally belonged to him.

Mo Zhao was only eight years old now, and that position was still too far away from him.

Lu Mian believes that the urgent need at the moment should be to solve the three meals a day for the two of them.

The original owner was just a palace maid, and her savings were not very rich.

If she has to use her own money every day to exchange for meat in the future, it is estimated that her purse will have to bottom out in a few days.

Lu Mian's expression was calm, and he returned to the cold palace with his lunch box.

Mo Zhao was still sitting obediently on the bed, as if he was looking forward to Lu Mian's return.

When he saw Lu Mian's figure appear outside the door, his originally black eyes suddenly sparkled.

Lu Mian brought the food to him and put two large chicken legs in his bowl.

Mo Zhao looked down at the chicken leg in his bowl.

He hadn't eaten meat since he was imprisoned in the cold palace.

Seeing these two chicken legs at this moment, Mo Zhao almost couldn't take his eyes off it.

But he quickly reacted and turned his head to look into Lu Mian's bowl.

found that in Lu Mian's bowl, not only was the rice only half of his bowl, but even the vegetables were only a few pieces of greens, and there was no shadow of meat, let alone chicken legs.

Mo Zhao quickly understood that it was Lu Mian who gave him his chicken legs.

Mo Zhao held the bowl and said, "I don't want two chicken legs, you take one." ”

"Eat what nourishes your body." Lu Mian didn't ask for it, this was originally what she exchanged for him to replenish his body, because of her negligence, he suffered so many days of hunger in vain, just two chicken legs, and it couldn't make up for the pain that Lu Mian had invisibly caused him before.

Listening to Lu Mian's refusal, Mo Zhao stopped talking.

He pursed his lips and stubbornly held up the bowl in his hand.

The pitch-black pupil stared at Lu Mian with a calm expression.

It seems that as long as Lu Mian doesn't take one of the chicken legs according to his wishes, he won't eat it himself, and he will even keep lifting it.

His stubborn appearance is all too familiar to Lu Mian.

"Okay, okay, I'll take one." Lu Mian had no choice but to compromise with him.

Mo Zhao pursed his lips and looked at the missing chicken leg in his bowl, not only did he not feel sad, but he showed a successful look.

Neither of them had the habit of talking during meals.

But maybe it's because of the chicken leg just now, and the two are invisibly much closer than before.

After the meal, when he was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Lu Mian noticed the two vegetable buns that Mo Zhao had eaten at noon today.

Thinking of the chicken leg that he had just conceded, Lu Mian couldn't help but joke with him: "These two buns, shouldn't they have been left for me on purpose?" ”

"Hmm." Mo Zhao nodded, his expression still a little invited.

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