The aroma is indeed quiet, but it is slightly different from the dream, and Wen Yukou can't tell it. Hua Yue waited for Wen Yukou to take a few mouthfuls of clear porridge, and then took a bowl of black medicinal juice: "This is prescribed according to the prescription of the imperial doctor, Miss drink it while it is hot, it will be fine in three days." ”

Wen Yukou took a look, the strange and bitter taste rushed to the head very clear, it was a little different. But thinking of the unfathomable Imperial Physician Lian, Wen Yukou's heart was numb again, and she refused to believe it: "It's poured, or take our own medicine before." ”

Miss Hua Yue knew that Miss Lu Dao had her own reasons for doing everything, so although she was puzzled, she still changed the medicine according to her words, and for three nights in a row, Wen Yukou slept very well, and there was always a faint aroma in her sleep, which relieved pain and relieved injuries, and was extremely comfortable.

Her illness is also amazing, and it seems like a day by day.

Everyone in the house said that it was the princess who brought the imperial doctor with superb medical skills, and after the general heard about it, he also sent a message to the old lady to thank the princess. No one knew about it, but in fact, Wen Yukou didn't drink the medicine at all, as for the illness that healed so quickly, or maybe there was another reason. As the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread, Wen Chengying forces Wen Yukou to recuperate every day, and he doesn't dare to neglect for a moment.