That night, two more palace maids who wore sins had the same symptoms, and early the next morning, five other palace maids, including Yu Xing, also became ill.

Aunt Wenlan got the news and immediately called someone to inform the Xi Guanju, but after waiting for a day, the Xiguanju replied that the palace was preparing for the Qiqiao Festival in a month, and everyone was busy with this matter, and they had no time to pay attention to the affairs of the Gan Weaving Palace. He also explained that the two young ladies of the eldest princess of Boling's family were going to enter the palace that night to admire the moon and beg, for fear of being depressed and afraid that the wind would hurt their bodies at night.

Preparing for a small banquet in the festival palace, it is arranged by the people of the six bureaus in the country, and it has nothing to do with the official bureau at all, which is clearly an excuse.

Seeing that there were more and more people who were sick, Feng Miao was worried, and no one else cared, so she could only come by herself. There are several kinds of herbs in the small medicine garden to clear away heat and plague, but you have to try them all the same to know which one is the right one. She begged Aunt Wenlan to move Pin'er and them to the vicinity of the small medicine garden, so that she could decoct the medicine and take care of it.

Those people couldn't believe her age when they saw her, and no one dared to use her herbs. Only Yu Xing, who was so sick and weak, did not hesitate to drink all the medicinal juices she sent.

Almost all the medicines in the small garden have been tried, but nothing has worked. Feng Miao was worried, and she didn't care that she was getting dizzy and weak, so she went to the medicine garden before dawn to continue looking.

But there's really no medicine left...

In the room, Pin'er's eyes could only open a slit, and she asked faintly, "Are we hopeless?" Going to die? "She's only a teenager, and she had a lovely round face before she got sick, but now her eye sockets are sunken.

Feng Miao couldn't bear it in her heart, turned around and covered her mouth, so as not to let her see her tears rolling out, "No, Pin'er, the medicine is frying, it will be fine in a while." ＂

There is a kind of weed in the small medicine garden, which grows with herbs, Feng Miao picked some back, fried it with water, poured it into a small bowl and served it, comforted Yu Xing and Pin'er, and said to try this new herb.

Originally, he didn't have much hope, but Yuxing drank the medicine, but at night he stopped vomiting, and Pin'er drank it, and it seemed that there were signs of improvement. As if seeing the dawn, the others changed their previous cynicism and begged Feng Miao to decoct medicine for them.

There were too many sick people, so Feng Miao could only change to a larger medicine jar. She hadn't slept well for days, and her arms, which were smooth as satin, were full of scratches from picking herbs. Sitting in the corner of the wall, listening to the gurgling sound of the medicine jar on the fire, Feng Miao's head leaned against the wall, squinting and dozing, and a little relieved smile gradually appeared on the corner of her mouth.

In a haze, hearing the sound of someone moving the medicine jar, Feng Miao said vaguely, "Yu Xing, don't burn your hands." I didn't hear a response, but I suddenly felt a wave of heat rushing towards me. She hurriedly opened her eyes, dodged and dodged, but she was still drenched on her shoulders by the hot medicinal juice, and half of her arm was connected to the palm of her hand, and a layer of foam immediately formed.

Su He held a snow-white blue-eyed Persian cat and looked at Feng Miao, his eyes burning with the pleasure of revenge, "Who told you to move these purslanes?" This is for Katsuyuki baths. ＂

Feng Miao hung her arms and followed her gaze, only then did she understand that Sheng Xue was referring to the cat in her hand.

"This medicine can cure the heat of the summer, and several sick sisters are waiting for this medicine to save their lives. Feng Miao frowned in pain, but she was not afraid, even when it came to Aunt Wenlan, she was not afraid. Can a cat's bath water be more valuable than human life?

"You can't tell me this," Su He brushed the soft hair on the cat's back with her fingers, "This cat is now in the custody of Mrs. Luo, you go to Mrs. Luo." ＂

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