The flesh wounds from the whipping can be healed, but she is already at the root of the disease, but it is really difficult for her to bear the cold of that night.

Even if the imperial doctor carefully adjusted for her, Zhuang Mengdie was very cooperative in drinking decoction and eating nourishing medicinal food, but her whole person was still visibly emaciated.

Xiao Gu walked into the dormitory with the decoction, and saw Zhuang Mengdie standing in front of the windowsill with only a thin autumn shirt and stretched out his hand to close the window, and hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, just tell the slaves and maids to do these things, your body is just better, what if you get caught the wind and cold again." ”

Xiao Gu said and hurriedly put the decoction on the table on the side, and then trotted to get Zhuang Mengdie's cloak, walked behind Zhuang Mengdie, and just wanted to put it on for her like she did in the palace, but she was shocked that it was inappropriate, so she held the cloak with both hands above her head, bowed and said, "Please also ask Her Majesty to take care of the dragon body." ”

came to Zhuang Mengdie's dormitory for seven or eight days, Zhuang Mengdie took the opportunity to leave Xiao Gu by his side to serve, Xiao Gu knew that Zhuang Mengdie was always wary of King Yun's people, so he didn't dare to show too much closeness to Zhuang Mengdie, she has always been careful to play a submissive little palace maid, for fear of upsetting Her Majesty the Empress and being sent back to the remote palace to work as a coolie.

The palace maids sent by King Yun to serve Zhuang Mengdie and Yang Jingyue only knew that Xiao Gu was originally the maid of Zhuang Mengdie's palace because of the production of lanterns, and at first I was worried that the maidservants from Zhuang Mengdie's mansion would be valued by Zhuang Mengdie and step on their heads.

But after getting along these days, they found that Zhuang Mengdie had nothing in common with the maid from her palace, and the maid named Xiao Gu was also a submissive and timid palace maid who showed panic as long as Zhuang Mengdie's face sank, and the previous hostility towards Xiao Gu disappeared.

They all felt that if it weren't for Xiao Gu's ability to make a different lantern and have flattered Zhuang Mengdie, presumably Zhuang Mengdie would not necessarily bring her into the palace.

In addition, after Xiaogu came to Zhuang Mengdie's dormitory, he rushed to do anything, and the palace maids who served Zhuang Mengdie were also idle, and King Yun was busy with state affairs recently, so he didn't even come, they enjoyed the snow and roasted the fire in their leisure time every day, and the days were much better than before in King Yun's mansion.

Although Zhuang Mengdie is sick and weak, since the whip wound on her body has healed, her actions have also become neat, she is unwilling to fake many things, and rarely puts the queen's shelf in her bedroom, and she generously rewards the palace maids who are serving in the dormitory.

Those palace maids also have a good impression of Her Majesty the Empress, who is weak, and know that Zhuang Mengdie likes to be quiet, and as long as Zhuang Mengdie is not summoned on weekdays, they will not enter the dormitory at will to disturb them.

"Put on the cloak for the Emperor. Zhuang Mengdie closed the window, did not look back, and said lightly.

Xiao Gu Deling immediately got up and gently draped the light cyan cloak in his hand on Zhuang Mengdie. When he was in the palace, Xiao Gu was Zhuang Mengdie's personal servant, and seeing that Zhuang Mengdie was much thinner than when he was in the palace, Xiao Gu's heart was very uncomfortable.

Zhuang Mengdie gathered the cloak draped over her shoulders, turned around, and asked Xiao Gu to bring the decoction she had just served. Zhuang Mengdie was still wearing her favorite light cyan light caftan in autumn, her slender neck exposed outside the green shirt seemed to be much paler than before, and her complexion was much better under the careful conditioning of the imperial doctor.

Slowly sipping the bowl of bitter decoction, Zhuang Mengdie pinched a candied fruit and put it in her mouth, chewing it slowly. Xiao Gu looked at Zhuang Mengdie's expressionless face from beginning to end, and wanted to stop talking several times, but finally silently stepped aside.

Zhuang Mengdie is a person who is extremely afraid of hardship, when she was in the palace, she often drank a sip or two to pour out the decoction, and what Xiao Gu heard the most was that she sighed alone that the root of her illness was removed, and no matter how much decoction she drank, it was just to find fault for herself.

Only when Zhuang Feiyu comes, can there be a way to make Zhuang Mengdie happy and let her drink a whole bowl of decoction, and now that Zhuang Feiyu is gone, who can coax her and persuade her.

But to Xiao Gu's surprise, now Zhuang Mengdie doesn't seem to feel the bitterness of the decoction, and the whole bowl of the decoction is slowly drunk by her like a good tea, until the bowl of the decoction bottoms out, and she doesn't see Zhuang Mengdie frowning, let alone complaining like before.

After drinking the decoction, she still wanted to eat a candied fruit as usual, and now the candied fruit she ate was still her favorite golden silk date in the palace, but she was also expressionless as if she couldn't feel the sweetness, just chewed it mechanically and slowly, and then swallowed it.

Xiao Gu silently looked at such a Zhuang Mengdie, and felt sad, what did she go through to make her become the person she is now so indifferent to herself?

Zhuang Mengdie finished eating the candied fruit, called Xiaogu to take the tea, rinsed his mouth, and slowly walked to the soft collapse and lay down.

It's late at night now, Xiao Gu saw Zhuang Mengdie pretending to sleep on the soft collapse like this, and wanted to persuade her to go back to the inner room to rest, but he also knew that he couldn't move her. After all, these days, Zhuang Mengdie only sleeps for more than two hours, and she spends much more time lying on this soft collapse every day than going back to the inner room.

After Yang Jingyue played crazy in Zhuang Mengdie's dormitory for a few days, she seemed to realize that she had disturbed her rest by pulling Zhuang Mengdie to play every day, and moved to the side hall by herself without waiting for her to speak.

Zhuang Mengdie lay on her side on the soft collapse and closed her eyes, but Xiao Gu knew that she was not asleep, she was more like she was thinking about something, or in a daze.

Even though there was a charcoal fire burning in the dormitory and the temperature was just right, Xiao Gu was still worried that Zhuang Mengdie's weak body would catch a cold, so he asked softly: "Your Majesty, the slave maid will go and pour you a soup woman." ”

"It's fine. Zhuang Mengdie didn't raise her eyes, but as soon as Xiao Gu's words fell, she responded lightly.

With Zhuang Mengdie's consent, Xiao Gu accepted the bowl and candied fruit that had not left a drop of medicinal juice on the table, and retreated lightly.

Soon, Xiao Gu brought the filled soup woman and a silver fox fur fur without a trace of variegation. Hearing Xiao Gu's footsteps, Zhuang Mengdie sat up, took the soup woman and the silver fox fur from her hands, and covered herself with her own hands.

The slender and white fingers slowly stroked the warm and soft silver fox fur, Zhuang Mengdie's eyes had a complicated expression, this was given to her by Zhuang Feiyu, and it was the silver fox that he hunted for her by going thousands of miles to the snow mountains for her.

That night, in the icy and snowy plum garden, the long and desperate wait made Zhuang Mengdie's heart, which had long been no longer painful, ache faintly.