After speaking, Song Lingyue was about to rush to Qi Mo to settle the account, but Song Yi smiled and pulled her: "Miss, let's dissipate your anger, now that Qi Gongzi has drunk the medicine and slept down." ”

"I almost forgot that he was also wet in the rain." Song Lingyue sat down on the chair again.

"Isn't it? The slave went to Qi Gongzi's room to deliver ginger soup, and found that Qi Gongzi's clothes were mostly wet. ”

Song Lingyue frowned suspiciously, "That umbrella is so big, I only got a little bit of rain, how could he get wet?" ”

"Silly Miss!" Song Yi raised her forehead and chuckled, "You didn't notice, but the slave maid noticed, when you came back, Gongzi Qi tilted the umbrella to your side, and protected Miss You thoroughly, and most of his body was drenched in the rain." ”

Song Lingyue's heart warmed, remembering that Qi Mo was drenched in the rain, and hurriedly asked, "Then how is he now?" Does anyone take care of him? ”

Song Yi pursed her lips and smiled: "When Gongzi Qi saw me send ginger soup, the first thing he said was to ask Miss if she had drunk ginger soup." Qi Gongzi is really interested in Miss! ”

"Don't talk nonsense." He said this on his lips, but his heart was sweet.

Song Yi made the bed, then turned around and replied, "Young Master Qi is not like a child like Miss, and he fell asleep after drinking ginger soup." Miss also rest quickly, the bed slave has been made, the quilt has been specially dried in the sun at noon, and it is still fragrant and soft. ”

Song Yi was like coaxing a child, helping Song Lingyue to sit down on the edge of the bed, watching Song Lingyue lying on the bed, and carefully helping her tuck the quilt, "Miss, go to sleep quickly, the slave is guarding here." ”

Song Lingyue has been worrying about too many things in the past few days, and she has not been able to sleep well, but now after drinking ginger soup, she only feels warm, nested in the quilt, and her limbs are stretched.

Song Yi gently patted her back for a while, and hummed an unknown tune in her mouth, as if she was a child, coaxing her softly.

Song Yi's body smells very good, the refreshing and refreshing soaphorn taste, and the gentle humming is the best hypnotic white noise.

Song Lingyue wanted to tell her to let her go back to her room to rest, she didn't need to be served.

But before Song Lingyue could say this, drowsiness swept over her consciousness, and the corners of her lips only squirmed a few times, and she fell into a deep sleep.

There was no dream all night, and when Song Lingyue woke up again, it was already the morning of the next day.

Waking up with the rooster's crow, Song Lingyue stretched her waist beautifully, she had just gotten up, and Song Yi had already pushed the door in with the washing water.

"Miss is awake?" Song Yi put the washing water on the shelf, walked over and touched Song Lingyue's forehead, obviously relieved: "Whew, fortunately, Miss doesn't have a fever." ”

Song Lingyue stretched, and there was tiredness in her voice: "Fever? How can I have a fever! You're staring at me and drinking that big bowl of ginger soup! I kicked the quilt in the middle of the night, and you came in and covered me twice! ”

Song Lingyue muttered in her mouth, jumped off the bed, took the handkerchief and carefully wiped it and slept all night, her face was hot with a thin layer of sweat.

"If it weren't for the slave maid staring at Miss tightly, I'm afraid that Miss would have the same fever as Gongzi Qi." Song Yi took the dirty handkerchief, threw it into the basin and carefully threw the water, and was about to take the dirty water and pour it out.

Song Lingyue stopped Song Yi, "What did you just say?" Qi Mo has a fever? ”

Song Yi didn't think about it and said, "That's right! Today, Song Er went to wake up Qi Gongzi and found that Qi Gongzi had a high fever, probably because he suffered from the wind chill last night, so he ......"

"Didn't you let you take care of him? Why do you still get a fever? Song Lingyue's brows furrowed, and her voice raised a few points, with a hint of urgency.

"It's the slaves who are negligent." Song Yi bit the corner of her lip and apologized to Song Lingyue, "But don't worry, Miss, Gu Langzhong heard that Qi Gongzi was sick, and he has already gone over to help Qi Gongzi diagnose and treat him." ”

Song Lingyue's hanging heart was relieved at this time, and she believed in Gu Langzhong's medical skills.

But when she thought that Qi Mo had a fever in the rain because of her, Song Lingyue was a little concerned in her heart, and without waiting for Song Yi to help her dress up, she casually put her hair in a coil at the back of her head, fixed it with a hairpin, and went to Qi Mo.

When Song Lingyue broke into Qi Mo's room, Gu Langzhong pulled out the last silver needle, "Okay! Take another day of rest and make sure you're alive again tomorrow. ”

"Thank you, Gu Lang." Qi Mo's voice was hoarse, and Qingyu's face was flushed with a layer of red because of the high heat.

"Qi Mo." Song Lingyue hurriedly came to Qi Mo's bedside, and Gu Langzhong rolled up the acupuncture wrap and gave up his place.

"How are you? Isn't it uncomfortable? Song Lingyue reached out and touched Qi Mo's forehead, the fever had not subsided, and the tentacles were still a little hot.

"It's a lot better." As soon as Qi Mo spoke, his throat itched, and he coughed.

"Stop talking, I'll pour you a glass of water." Song Lingyue hurriedly helped Qi Mo sit up, and diligently poured him a cup of warm boiled water, "Moisten your throat, you can also be comfortable." ”

Qi Mo took the cup and took a sip, looking at Song Lingyue's eyes with a narrow smile.

"Don't get me wrong, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have a fever." As soon as Song Lingyue's words came out, she had the meaning that there were no three hundred taels of silver here.

As soon as Qi Mo wanted to speak, his throat itched, and he suddenly coughed again, and he couldn't even hold the water cup steadily.

Seeing this, Song Lingyue stepped forward to pat Qi Mo on the back in distress, and at the same time asked Gu Langzhong, who had not left: "How did you treat him?" The fever didn't go away, and the cough was so bad. ”

Gu Langzhong was speechless: "Miss, I am a doctor, not an immortal." He had a high fever all night, even if I gave him acupuncture, it would take a while for the fever to go away, right? As for this cough, my prescription has just been prescribed, and before I can send it to the kitchen to boil, you rushed over and complained that my medical skills were not high. ”

Gu Langzhong was so angry by Song Lingyue's words that he blew his beard and glared at him.

"Then you're still staying here, don't you go to boil medicine cleanly, don't you see that Qi Mo is uncomfortable now?" Song Lingyue realized that she was in a mess when she cared, and hurriedly urged Gu Langzhong to go out to boil medicine.

"Okay, my old bones are useless and will be thrown out." Gu Langzhong muttered in his mouth, the speed of packing things is not slow, if he doesn't go out again, I don't know what this little girl will say again.

Song Lingyue sent Gu Langzhong away, and in a blink of an eye, she saw Qi Mo looking at her with his arms around his chest, which made her a little embarrassed, and deliberately made a straight face:

"Let's see if you are reckless next time, if you don't pay attention to your illness again, no one will care about you."

"Will you leave me alone?" His inky eyes were firmly locked on Song Lingyue's face, and the smile at the bottom of his eyes was surging, shining brightly, like a brilliant glass treasure.

"No, it won't." Song Lingyue originally wanted to say yes, but after touching Qi Mo's inky eyes, she somehow couldn't say the word hui, as if she was afraid that this word would hurt Qi Mo's heart.

Song Lingyue fetched water, dipped an ice veil over, gently covered Qi Mo's forehead, and took care of Qi Mo intimately and meticulously.

After about an hour, Song Yi took the boiled decoction and sent it to Qi Mo's room.

"Miss, I'll take care of it, you go back and rest, didn't you also suffer from the wind chill last night?" Song Yi put the tray on the low cabinet next to the bed, picked up the medicine bowl and was about to feed Qi Mo to drink the medicine.

"I'm fine, I'd better come." Song Lingyue took the medicine bowl, "You go to the small kitchen to make some porridge, I'm hungry at this time, and I want to eat something light." ”

"Okay, the slave and maid will retreat first." Song Yi was not reluctant, but only said that he would come over to collect the dishes when Qi Mo ran out of medicine.

Song Lingyue carefully blew the hot medicine cold with the medicine bowl, and then fed it into Qi Mo's mouth spoonful, carefully moving every move, and there was tenderness between her eyebrows and eyes.

Urging Qi Mo, who had no appetite due to the cold, to eat a small bowl of white porridge and a small plate of grass and cabbage hearts, seeing that he was sleepy, Song Lingyue asked Qi Mo to lie down and rest.

Gu Lang's medicine combined with acupuncture and moxibustion really had an amazing effect, but after two days of hard work, Qi Mo's wind and cold were mostly cured, but after eating porridge and side dishes for two days, it made Qi Mo lose a lot of weight.

Thinking about autumn, the temperature difference between morning and evening changes greatly, Song Lingyue summed it up and researched a few medicinal dishes.

On the one hand, she helped Qi Mo replenish her body, and on the other hand, she also felt that she had been too busy recently and had almost no time to cook, and Song Yanzhi had pestered her several times to make pot-wrapped pork and red braised pork ribs.

Not to mention Song Yanzhi, even Qi Mo said that he has always eaten porridge and side dishes recently, and he misses the barbecue that Song Lingyue did before.

"Okay, well, all of you are satisfied, today I will cook myself and cook you a table of delicious dishes." Song Lingyue shaved Song Yanzhi's nose.

Song Yanzhi immediately cheered, "Sister is the best!" Today, I can count on the pot wrapped meat and red stewed pork ribs to eat! ”

"Look at you like this, as if I have treated you badly on weekdays." Aunt Li on the side deliberately pretended to be sad, "Isn't Aunt Li's food delicious?" ”

Song Yanzhi is a clever child, and hurriedly curry favor in front of Aunt Li: "Aunt Li's cooking is also very delicious, but Aunt Li has worked hard to cook, let my sister do it today, and Aunt Li can also rest and rest." ”

"You know that your mouth is sweet." Aunt Li touched Song Yanzhi's forehead, and was coaxed by him to smile.

Song Lingyue took Song Yi and Song Er to the kitchen, Song Yi and Song Er have been helping Aunt Li in the kitchen during this time, and they work neatly with their hands and feet, which is deeply liked by Aunt Li.

Song Lingyue asked Song Yi to take a steamer over, and she began to process the ingredients in front of her.

He took out the three-yellow chicken that he bought at the market early in the morning, marinated it in the green onion, ginger and garlic water prepared by Song Er for about a quarter of an hour, carefully dried it with fine gauze, and then smeared it with coarse salt to continue pickling.

On the other side, Song Yi, who came back from the steamer, was not idle, and took a lot of medicinal materials according to Song Lingyue's request, chopped them carefully, and handed them to Song Lingyue.

Seeing that the three yellow chickens were almost marinated, Song Lingyue took half of the medicinal materials in the bowl and stuffed them into the belly of the chicken, and sealed them with bamboo skewers.

"Wrap this boy chicken with lotus leaves, remember to tie it tightly, and then steam it directly in the pot." At this time, there was already a thick steam coming out of the kung fu steamer, and Song Lingyue handed the pickled boy chicken to Song Yi.

Song Yi quickly put on a new green lotus leaf dress for the boy chicken.