Qing Huan helped the ghost old man purchase medicinal materials and returned to the palace. This big responsibility to take care of Su Ying fell on Qing Huan's head, she gave Su Ying medicine, wiped her face and hands, and fell asleep on the soft couch in Su Ying's palace.

The next day, as soon as Qing Huan got up and was about to make some drinkable porridge for Su Ying, Wen Le came over with two small milk bags to see her two little milk bags She hadn't seen Qing Huan for a long time, and threw herself into her arms for a coquettish meal.

In order not to disturb Su Ying, Qing Huan took Wenle to the outer hall.

"Huan'er, you won't blame us for not telling you this, right?" Bunraku blinked and asked with some concern.

"How come, Sister Huang, you think too much. I know you're doing it for my good! Qing Huan poured her a glass of water, smiling on her lips and teeth, looking like she didn't care.

Wenle took the tea and nodded slightly apologetically, she took a sip of the tea, held it in her hand, and Qinghuan on the other side drank the tea by herself.

"When are you going to go back to South Vietnam?"

Qing Huan put down the teacup in his hand, folded his hands together, shook it, his expression was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "I'll go back when Su Ying's illness is cured." ”

Wen Le frowned slightly, Su Ying had been lying on the bed since he came back from the Western Regions, life and death were uncertain, and he didn't know what strange illness he had, let alone when he would wake up.

"What about Beiqing's affairs? What do you do? Bunraku asked again.

"Don't worry, I'll leave the matter over there to Changge. Now the ministers of Beiqing think that I went to Weifu for a private visit, and they will definitely not know that I am in South Vietnam, so you can rest assured! ”

Qing Huan showed a smile that he thought was very good, but Wen Le was still not at ease, and asked again, "What about Jin Xi?" ”

Qing Huan raised his forehead, "Jin Xi, there is a nurse in the palace to take care of him, not to mention, my grandfather will go to the palace to see him every three or five days, he is fine!" Do not worry. ”

Originally, she planned to take Jin Xi with her, but after a long journey, she was still a little uneasy, so she left him in the palace, I'm afraid that when we see each other again, Jin Xi will say anything!

Thinking of this, she smiled unconsciously, and suddenly seemed to think of Shao Yang of Qiumei's family, so she took Wenle's hand and asked, "By the way, have you gone to Sister Qiumei's house to see Shao Yang, is the little guy cute again!" ”

"Well, a few days ago, Sister Qiumei went to live in our house for a few days, and there have been a lot of things in Huailiang recently, and the imperial court is always not there, so my sister went to me when she was bored. Shao Yang can climb now, although he was born earlier than ordinary children, he is smarter than other children! ”

"Really?" Qing Huan asked in surprise, "I really want to see Shao Yang!" I guess I took care of him all day! I've definitely forgotten about me! Little guy with no conscience! ”

"It's a baby doll with no teeth, how can you remember it! Your aunt is too demanding! Bunraku chuckled.

Qing Huan pouted and stopped making a sound. Seeing Qing Huan like this, the two little milk bags who were playing on the side pounced over and said, "We will remember the imperial aunt!" I will always like it! ”

Qing Huan wrinkled her nose playfully, smiled happily, scratched the noses of the two of them, and said, "You two are the best at talking!" ”

The two of them laughed and ran to the side to play again. Qing Huan talked to Wen Le for a while, and suddenly as if he remembered something, he patted his head and said, "It's broken!" Forgot about it! ”

"What?" Bunraku asked suspiciously.

"I forgot to prepare breakfast for Su Ying!" Qing Huan said with a sad face. Patronizing and chatting with the imperial sister, she didn't prepare food for Su Ying.

Wen Le was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Qing Huan had to take care of Su Ying's daily life, so he smiled lightly, "It's okay, don't worry, it's still too late." Then I'll take the two children back first, and I'll come to see you another day. I'm worried about you, so I'm going to come and see you. ”

Qing Huan nodded, took Wenle's hand, and said coquettishly, "Oh, Sister Huang, you don't have to worry about me!" I'm fine, don't worry! Hurry up and go back, I'm going to cook for Su Ying! ”

After saying that, he sent a palace maid to send Wenle to the palace gate, and he went to the imperial dining room in a hurry. Before the front foot stepped into the imperial dining room, the back foot heard several palace maids chewing the root of their tongues together.

"Hey, you know what? A few days ago, the painter in the palace died, you know, it's miserable! The goddess of the palace said mysteriously.

Another palace maid grabbed her in surprise, her expression was a little regretful, "It's dead, how can it be?" Such a man with such a clear wind and moonlight, how many people's fantasies! How could he suddenly die? ”

"Don't think about it, it is said that the painter once had a leg with our Li Guiren! No, I ran to Qingchen Palace all day long, and I wore bad rumors! "At first, the palace maid covered her mouth and said something serious.

"Huh? It's a fake, but why haven't we heard of it! ”

"Yes, you must not have heard of it, I have a good friend who works on an errand in the Qingchen Palace, and I saw this painter coming in and out every day a few days ago, and there will be no fake!" The palace maid said again.

"You said that he died like this, could it be that the palace knew about it, so in order not to give our king a green hat, he was secretly dealt with?" Another asked.

At first, the palace maid snorted coldly, "What are you! If the old princess and King Duan in the palace knew, they would definitely not let go of Li Guiren, how could they just punish a painter! I see, eighty percent of Li Guiren was afraid of causing trouble to Xiao Wall, so he killed the painter to prevent trouble before it happens! ”

Qing Huan raised her eyebrows when she heard this, there are some possibilities for this, but after all, it is not her business, as long as Li Chuyun does not come out of a moth during this period, she will not bother with her.

"Ahem!" Qing Huan's voice interrupted the conversation of several people, and the palace maids who were gathered together heard Qing Huan's voice, and they were so frightened that they hurriedly stood up, and they didn't know how much Qing Huan had heard, which made them feel uneasy.

"Where's the cook on duty in the Imperial Dining Room?" Qing Huan asked.

"Back to the nobleman, the cook on duty is not there." A palace maid replied.

"Where did you go?" Qing Huan asked.

"Nobles, the slaves and maids don't know, don't they all come to get food, but they don't see the cook." The palace maid lowered her head, and her words were neat, she was the palace maid who spoke just now.

Qing Huan frowned, and he didn't know where the cook went, without the cook, how could he make porridge for Su Ying? She won't!

"Do any of you know how to make porridge?" Qing Huan asked.

Several palace maids shook their heads. The palace maid who talked a lot just now raised her head, looked at Qing Huan, and then said timidly, "The slave knows how to make chicken soup......

Qing Huan shook his head and said, "Chicken soup for breakfast is too greasy and inappropriate." ”

After hearing this, the palace maid said proudly, "The slave maid has a special method, and the chicken soup made is tender and delicious, and it will definitely not be greasy!" ”

"Oh? Really? Qing Huan moved a position to make room for her, and raised her eyebrows, "Okay, then you can make chicken soup!" ”

After hearing this, the palace maid began to work with her hands and feet quickly, but who knew that Qinghuan stopped her, "Hey, wait a minute." Do it slowly, I will learn. ”

The palace maid nodded.

After a period of scrambling, the chicken soup was finally ready. Qing Huan took a sip of the spoon and nodded slightly, it was tender and delicious, very perfect.

"What's your name?" Qing Huan asked casually.

"Slave Yu'er." The maid replied.

Qing Huan put the chicken soup into the soup bowl and nodded slightly, "Yu'er, you wait here first, and I'll come back in a while, and you teach me how to make chicken soup." ”

"Yes!" Yu'er bowed.

Qing Huan left in a hurry with the chicken soup. I was delayed talking to Bunraku just now, and I listened to the corner for a while, and it was almost past the time for breakfast.

Su Ying should be hungry, although he can't sense it.

Finally arrived at the Dragon Leap Palace, Qing Huan pushed the door in, Su Ying was still lying on the bed, Qing Huan pursed his lips, and passed lightly, for fear of disturbing Su Ying.

I was afraid that I was moving too much, burying Su Ying's faint breathing. She put the chicken soup into a small bowl and helped Su Ying up.

Su Ying was strong and powerful before, and it was difficult to move him even if he slept with Qing Huan, let alone help him up so easily.

Distress flashed on her face, and she secretly made up her mind that she must change Su Ying back to what she was before! And, be sure to make him better!

She brought over the chicken soup and fed it to Su Ying spoonful by spoonful, and she didn't spill much when she drank it. Qing Huan was anxious, if this continued, Su Ying would definitely get thinner and thinner.

So she gritted her teeth, drank the chicken soup into her mouth, and faced Su Ying's mouth, and gave him the chicken soup with her mouth, which was really less than the one she spilled just now.

Qing Huan smiled with relief, as if he had found some good way. It seems that in the future, Su Ying will have to be fed like this!

The chicken soup that had just been stewed still had some shredded chicken, but it was half an hour before Su Ying's stomach fell. Qinghuan wiped her mouth and looked at the empty soup bowl with satisfaction.

After cleaning up, I went back to the imperial dining room. Yu'er was still waiting for her there, Qinghuan wiped her sweat and said, "Come, teach me to do this!" ”

Yu'er nodded, just at this time, the cook in the imperial dining room came back, saw Qing Huan and said in a panic, "The little one has a bad stomach, I hope the nobles will forgive me!" ”

"It's okay, oh, by the way, you come and teach me to make a few medicinal meals, I'll learn and make them for the king!" Qing Huan's indifferent smile made the cook breathe a sigh of relief.

Qing Huan learned the chicken soup first, and made several servings that were either salty or light, which made her a little discouraged, and even Yu'er and the cook who tasted it next to her were very painful.

Just thinking that Su Ying wanted to recover her body, she tried again and again. She thought, how could a person who is also Bing Xue smart be discouraged because of this little thing, how can this kind of thing be difficult to get her!

Qinghuan tirelessly tried, and finally made it a little decent, so he took the cook to learn to make medicinal food.

Medicinal diet can nourish the body, but it is also a technical job, once it is done badly, the effect will be greatly reduced!

Fortunately, the chef in the imperial dining room is not only a good chef but also a good teacher, Qinghuan's cooking skills in the morning have improved by leaps and bounds, and he has also learned seven seven or eight in medicinal diet, although he still needs to practice, but it will get better and better in the future!

When it was time for lunch, Qing Huan was dissatisfied with his craftsmanship, so he asked the cook to make food and prepared to bring it to Su Ying.