At night, Chu Yingluo and Mo Beizhi were cooking hot pot in their room. The small pot on the stove gurgled and the room was filled with mist.
Because the prince is still recuperating and cannot eat spicy food, Chu Yingluo specially prepared a mandarin duck pot, a pot with water, and a pot with spicy butter.
Seeing that she was sweating profusely from eating, Mo Beizhi slowly raised his arm and reached for a handkerchief to wipe her sweat, but he couldn't get up, so he had no choice but to hand the handkerchief to her.
"Quickly rub it."
Chu Yingluo took the handkerchief and wiped her mouth instead of wiping sweat.
"..." Mo Beizhi looked at the red oil on the handkerchief, and his eyes twitched.
But Chu Yingluo grinned and said: "Huh~ It's so delicious, it tastes like our Sichuan hot pot. Another spicy beef, it's perfect~"
Mo Beizhi frowned slightly, thinking about the meaning of her words. Although he didn't understand a little, seeing that she was eating happily, the corners of his mouth could not help but slowly rise.
Suddenly, there was a movement on the roof.
Chu Yingluo immediately warned: "Who is it?"
"Princess, it's me." Jiang Feng opened a small tile and responded in a low voice.
As soon as the tiles were opened, the aroma hit his nostrils. Jiang Feng's stomach rumbled twice, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the small pot.
Mo Beizhi stared at him and asked, "Is something wrong?"
Jiang Feng quickly looked away and said: "Your Majesty, the emperor has handed over the epidemic situation to the Second Prince. I just came back from Prince An's Mansion. I heard that the Second Prince is looking for doctors everywhere, even the doctors who are traveling from village to town. , and also posted a notice, offering a reward of one hundred taels of gold to anyone who can cure the epidemic."
Chu Yingluo raised her eyebrows: "A hundred taels of gold? It seems that Mo Jing'an really has no choice. He even posted a notice, but is this method effective?"
Jiang Feng replied: "Now a lot of people are rushing to Prince An's Mansion. The threshold of Prince An's Mansion has been trampled to pieces, and everyone claims to be a miracle doctor."
"Pfft~"
Chu Yingluo couldn't help laughing.
"This is a good idea. Now the Second Prince is very busy."
Mo Beizhi slowly narrowed his eyes and snorted: "He is looking for death. There are inevitably charlatans among those people. If something happens to him who sneaks into the palace, he can't bear it. Jiang Feng, you and Fei Liu continues to go back and stare, and don’t worry about anything else.”
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After saying that, I saw no movement from the people on the roof.
Jiang Feng's eyes rolled and fell on the small pot. He swallowed his saliva and asked, "Princess, what are you eating? Why is it so delicious..."
Chu Yingluo raised her head, picked up her chopsticks and waved at him: "Jiang Feng, do you want to come down and eat hot pot together?"
Jiang Feng nodded hurriedly. Just as he was about to say yes, he met the prince's cold eyes. Jiang Feng immediately changed his words and said, "No, I'm just asking. I have a lot of things to do here, so I'll go do it first..." ..”
Chu Yingluo waved her chopsticks and didn't hold back: "Okay, then go ahead and do your work. It's a pity, this spicy beef is so delicious~"
Jiang Feng glanced at the hot pot bar with greedy eyes, smacked his lips twice, and reluctantly closed the tiles.
With a few slight squeaking sounds, the figure on the roof disappeared instantly, like a ghost in the night, moving quickly and agilely.
Chu Yingluo ate the beef and couldn't help but sigh: "My lord, with Jiang Feng and Fei Liu here, you really know everything about the world without leaving home."
Mo Beizhi rolled his eyes and looked at her with the corners of his mouth slightly curved. Things in the world are not important. What is important is...
I want to stay in the house with you every night and watch you eat hot pot.
...
In Prince An's Mansion, Mo Jing'an looked at the crowd of people in the courtyard and asked, "Do you all have a way to cure the epidemic?"
Everyone shouted loudly in unison: "Yes, yes, yes..."
Mo Jingan raised his eyebrows and asked in disbelief: "Even the imperial doctors in the palace can't do anything, what can you do?"
"Your Majesty, I have a prescription passed down from our ancestors. The medicine can cure all diseases and cure all diseases. Please let the common people try it, Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty, I also have a way. This is the sacred water of our Taimiao Village. Just one sip of it will not only cure all diseases, but also ensure that you will be vigorous and vigorous the next day, so strong that you can kill a cow."
"Step aside."
Another person pushed him away, squeezed forward and said: "Your Majesty, I am a descendant of the miracle doctor Hua Tuo. My ancestors have been miracle doctors for generations. I still have medical books handed down from my ancestors..."
"Screw you, I still have Bian Que's descendants." The man bowed respectfully: "Your Majesty, please let the common people Bian Que's descendants have a try..."
"My lord, I have it too, I have it too..."
"Your Majesty, let me try..."
"Your Majesty, I, I, I..."
A group of people were talking at all times, you pushed me and I pushed you, and the people behind even started fighting, trying to speak in front of the prince until they were beaten to death.
Mo Jingan clenched his fists in anger, pulled out his sword and shouted sternly: "If any of you dare to lie to me, I will kill you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard was as quiet as a chicken.
The people below closed their mouths, and the fighters also stopped.
Mo Jingan snorted angrily, turned around and looked at his confidants, and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Liu, do you think what someone said here is true?"
Xiao Liu thought about it for a while, and then said, "Your Majesty, if you don't understand medical skills, why don't you invite the doctors from the Imperial Hospital to give them a test? This way, you can also screen out some liars who don't understand medical skills at all."
Mo Jingan thought for a moment, and this was a solution.
"Go quickly!"
"Yes." Xiaoliu hurried to Tai Hospital.
Mo Jing'an took a deep breath, looked at the people below, and said coldly: "That person from Taimiao Village just now brought your sacred water to me to see, and there is that one who said that he is a descendant of Hua Tuo. Yes, and you, the descendants of Bian Que...get over here to me!"
