Chapter Seventy-One: The Emperor's Wormwood Foot Soak Bag (2/10)
Sanhua beauty tea with honey is really much better, sweet, and it is comfortable to drink.
At this time, the construction department had just sent a second batch of cosmetics, this time with a new color of lipstick, as well as blush and loose powder. Tsk, once upon a time, a box of rouge was topped with lipstick, blush and eye shadow, and the four guys of Qi Cainu are planning to split them one by one, and they really have a bit of profiteer potential.
Yue Wangshu touched his chin, "Should I give a gift in return?" β
After all, I received so many cosmetics from other people.
When Li Yue heard this, the chick nodded like a peck of rice: "Master, didn't you make a new flower tea, send some back, the gift is light and affectionate!" β
Yue Wangshu shook his head: "It's okay, you go and wrap up four copies and send them to the construction division." β
"Huh?" Li Yue was stunned like a second monk, "Where to send it?" β
Yue Wangshu said with a natural expression: "Send it to the Construction Division to the four palace maids who have developed fat powder." Oh, by the way, tell them to drink it with honey or rock sugar in moderation. β
You send me cosmetics, I send them flower tea, Duoya!!
Li Yue was speechless for a while, and only reminded him for a long time: "Master, it is the emperor's intention to send these fat powders." "-You should return the gift to the emperor!
Yue Wangshu didn't understand this truth, but ......
"This flower tea...... Not quite right, right? "Flower tea is also a flower, and it is easy to cause ambiguity when giving flowers to people.
Li Yue was silent, this seems to be called "beauty tea"? However, it is not appropriate at all.
Yue Wangshu said: "In this way, I will also send a few copies to the palace, but for the concubines and princesses." "-Men don't have a share!
"What about the emperor?" Master Shuyuan, do you still have the emperor in your eyes?!
Yue Wang said comfortably, I still have to give him something?!
Alas, forget it, who called him the big boss.
"Mushroom ...... It's been a long time since I've been in the mountains, and I've run out of stock in the spring. "There are some mushrooms in the kitchen, but they are not a Rose Ridge specialty, but they are bought.
"Then ask the cook to make two boxes of Bazhen cakes and send them back to the palace." Yue Wangshu said, Bazhen cake is considered a medicinal diet, and the doctor sends medicine to the doctor, which is very suitable! No misunderstanding!
Li Yue sighed, "Okay. "It's better than giving nothing.
Then, a few days later, the sick Emperor came to kill.
At that time, Yue Wangshu was looking at the pile of freshly dried wormwood in the pharmacy, and was wondering in his heart whether it was better to make moxibustion pillars or wormwood packs......
Then the door of the pharmacy was kicked open.
The person who dared to kick her door, needless to say, was the only one who was sick and the dog emperor.
"Yue Wangshu! What do you mean! β
"Send flower tea back to the palace, and the palace has a share, even the four 'palace maids' of the construction department have not forgotten, even the concubine! But he didn't give it to me! Yan Zheng was very angry, he felt that he was clearly targeted by Yue Wangshu, do you hate me so much?
Yue Wangshu was stunned and blinked, "Concubine? Who is it? β
Li Yue, the eunuch who was kneeling on the side, hurriedly reminded in a low voice: "It's the third princess." β
Yue Wangshu suddenly realized, "Concubine Rong's daughter is called Concubine Rong?" Your Majesty, your name is really good! Yue Wangshu smiled and gave the emperor a thumbs up.
Yan Zheng: ......
"Don't talk about him left or right!" But Yan Zheng's anger has been reduced by three points, after all, he doesn't stretch out his hand to hit the smiling person.
Yue Wangshu explained: "Your Majesty, this flower tea is a three-flower beauty tea, and you know that it is beauty when you hear the name." He glanced at the emperor's white face, what's the matter, you also need to take care of your face?
"It can also invigorate blood and regulate menstruation, slim down and lose weight." What's the matter, do you need to adjust your menstruation? Or do you need to lose weight? Yue Wangshu aimed at His Majesty the Emperor's waist.
"Ahem!" Yan Zheng's face instantly became embarrassed, "How do I know this?" β
In fact, Yan Zheng really knows, as the saying goes, a long illness becomes a good doctor, and Yan Zheng actually understands basic medical medicine. He just pretended not to understand, otherwise how could he have a reason to come to Xingshi to ask for guilt?
Yue Wangshu said suspiciously: "But, didn't I give you Bazhen Cake alone to regulate your spleen and stomach...... "I didn't leave you alone."
Yan Zheng coughed lightly, "Okay, I'm here, so I'm just going to come out to relax." "ββFortunately, the government is not very busy now, as long as the backlog of recitals is read and reviewed, it doesn't hurt to come out for a day or two.
Yue Wangshu, what a "come".
She can see that the sick Yangzi Emperor is here to make excuses.
Men pester women, of course, they need to find some reason, otherwise it will be stalking.
Yue Wangshu silently thought in his heart: Treat him as a patient!
He showed a kind and friendly smile, "Your Majesty, you have been looking good lately, why don't I help you take the pulse?" β
Seeing that Wangshu was actually smiling, Yan Zheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he was surprised, so he pulled up his sleeves and let him see a doctor.
A guinea pig from the sky - this is the stamp that Yue Wangshu gave to the emperor.
I haven't seen it for some days, but the emperor's pulse has become stronger again, and in addition to the old problems in his lungs, his physique is still a little cold.
Yue Wangshu touched his chin and said, "Please open your mouth, Emperor, let me take a look at your tongue." β
Yan Zheng obediently opened his mouth wide.
Yue Wangshu glanced at it, and then said, "It's wet and cold, but it's not heavy." β
As she spoke, she glanced at the pair of wormwood, and then said, "I'll make you some wormwood bags, and you can take them back to bathe and soak your feet." In fact, it is better to do moxibustion, but she has to take off her clothes, which she thinks is not appropriate. Let the emperor go back and soak his feet slowly.
"Well, it's okay, I don't hate the smell of wormwood." Yan Zheng's face was quite reserved.
Yue Wangshu said that he would do it, called two little eunuchs to come in, mashed the wormwood, and asked the palace maid to take an ordinary cotton cloth, Yue Wangshu personally handled, cut it into a square of the same size, and then sewed it into a palm-sized purse, which was stuffed with wormwood.
She inherited the female red skills of the original owner, and some simple manual work is naturally not a problem.
Under the warm corridor, Yue Wangshu sewed wormwood bags, and Emperor Yan Zheng sat on the rattan chair on the side and watched quietly, like a living ancestor - this is Yue Wangshu's evaluation.
But Yan Zheng felt that this moment was extraordinarily quiet.
The peonies in the courtyard bloom magnificently, and the persimmon trees also bear yellow and white buds, and the small courtyard is quiet, only the fragrance of flowers and wormwood.
Yue Wangshu threaded the needle and thread, but it was also flexible, but after all, he hadn't moved the needle for a long time, no, if he was not careful, the tip of the needle would be pierced into the belly of his finger.
"Shhh It really hurts!
"Be careful!" Emperor Yan Zheng hurriedly got up and stepped forward, grabbed Yue Wangshu's hand and carefully cocked it, a bead of blood really appeared on his pink fingers, he hurriedly took out a brocade and wiped it, "No one is urging you, take your time." β
Yue Wangshu: You won't say, you don't have to do it, or let the palace maid do it?
Well, forget it. If the skill is not practiced, it is easy to regress, and she does not want to forget this craft.
So he slowed down and slowly sewed the purse, while instructing: "Wormwood foot soak can warm the meridians and relieve fatigue, and the emperor can soak for a while before going to bed every day, which is good for the body." β
"Well, I wrote it down." Yan Zheng did not sit back on the rattan chair, but stood aside and watched her sew her purse.
Yue Wangshu: Being supervised so closely is really a little nervous.
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