Another day later, Zhang Liang also had diarrhea.
While he was talking to Yang Xianrong, he suddenly felt his stomach growling. Without any regard for etiquette, he turned around and ran to the toilet, leaving Yang Xianrong sitting there in shock.
Zhang Du came to tell him that the emperor was awake and in good condition. He wanted to find some copybooks to read.
Yang Xianrong took two books and went to Sima Zhong's bedroom.
It's great to live so close. There's no need for the eunuchs and maids on both sides to run around.
Sima Zhong was probably exhausted and didn't want to eat for the time being. Just lying on the bed, reading the copybook, tracing strokes in the air.
"The emperor doesn't like reading, but he likes writing very much." Zhang Du whispered, "He said that the strokes and strokes are like Commander Yuan wielding a sword. If used well, it can also have the effect of an iron horse."
"This is the first time I've heard such a description." Yang Xianrong looked at Sima Zhong's fascinated look, as if there was rice paper hanging in the air, and there was a pen in his hand, and he was waving it very artistically.
"The late emperor once said that it is a good thing for this idiot to have a hobby. It is better than living a life of ignorance." Zhang Du's eyes were full of love.
"Well, this is really good." Yang Xianrong didn't want to disturb him. He just put down the copybook and stood outside the dormitory, touching the inkstone on his table. These are first-class goods and very valuable.
Zhang Lianghao had already washed his hands and quietly walked over and said softly: "The Imperial Physician Qin made a medicinal soup for everyone. After they took it, it can only be said that the symptoms were much milder, but they were not cured."
"Maybe, not so fast." Yang Xianrong has been hearing about diarrhea these past few days, and he feels uncomfortable in his stomach. "What do you mean by that purchase? Is there anything wrong with him?"
"No, I am very healthy so far." Zhang Liangxue paused briefly and coughed again, as if he was retaining something.
"Tell me, there is nothing else I can't say here in this palace." Yang Xianrong had already made plans to disgust himself. People are just eating, drinking, sleeping, what else can they do.
"Xu Qingshan is probably in a bad mood because the castration was not completed and he was infected and suppurated. That day, after the slave asked him a few more questions, he became very impatient and yelled at the slave."
"It's excusable." Yang Xianrong had already started to have a headache. He felt that the air in the dormitory had become worse. "How about opening the window? The weather is good today. It's good to get some air."
Zhang Liangxue quickly opened the window a crack, and saw that Qin Imperial Physician was asking a eunuch: "If you have any diarrhea recently, you must tell me."
"I understand Imperial Physician Qin's kindness. It's really all right. Anyway, these days, I haven't been eating or drinking in the palace. I've been freezing in Jinyong City. I'm in good health. Even the paper used to wipe my butt is. You brought it yourself, do you still need to check the slaves?" Hearing the tone of this voice, Yang Xianrong was extremely dissatisfied, and Yang Xianrong couldn't help but take a second look.
"This is to recruit Xu Qingshan." Zhang Liangzhao said in a low voice, "He has been in the palace for a long time, is senior, and has a big temper, so everyone usually doesn't conflict with him and doesn't talk to him very much. "
Doctor Qin also had a good temper. He just sighed and walked into the bedroom with an incense burner in one hand.
Zhang Liangxue hurriedly opened the door for him and said softly: "Mr. Qin, be careful."
"Oh, it's okay. I put some soothing Shouwu vine in this incense burner and burned it for a while to disperse the smell in Gong's room."
"Then let me help you get it." Zhang Liang took the incense burner from the hands of Imperial Physician Qin.
Yang Xianrong's heart moved, and he also said: "I will go over with you to have a look. I have never seen what the emperor's palace looks like."
"Empress...there's nothing to see here..." Zhang Liang hoe grinned and laughed.
Yang Xianrong also smiled, "Let's take a look."
"I will lead you the way." Since the queen is going, Zhang Liang can't stop her. Imperial Physician Qin had to go, Cui Xi and Lan Xiang also had to follow, and of course Zhang Du was coming... As a result, a large group of people went to the royal room of Emperor Sima Zhong.
This is a separate room at the back of the dormitory. It is very large and divided into three rooms, front and back. One is for dressing, one is for going out, and one is for bathing. The division of labor is clear and everything is kept clean.
When Yang Xianrong came in, he couldn't help but click his tongue.
The court room in her Tianyuan Palace is also very luxurious, but it doesn't go so far as to paste gold foil on the walls. The court rooms are made of pure gold, and they look very bright and dazzling.
She wanted to say something, but when she saw the "toilet paper" placed aside, she couldn't say anything.
Otherwise, Sima Zhong once disliked the toilet paper she used. It turned out that he used bright yellow silk material, which was soft and delicate to the touch, and even smooth and tender. It was as thin as cicada wings, but would not tear easily. Rotten... Each piece is the size of a handkerchief, and when stacked on top of each other, it looks like there are a lot of them.
"This is for the emperor's use..." Zhang Du explained in a low voice, "It is exclusively for the use of the royal family. The queen also has it, but you may not use it."
Only then did Yang Xianrong remember that when Cui Xi and Lan Xiang came over with this when they entered the palace, these three people thought it was a handkerchief, and asked why they gave so much?
Now, they are really a joke.
"How much money is this?" Cui Xi couldn't help but ask.
"One or two gold." Zhang Liangxue replied quickly, "I just looked at the account book."
"...How many pancakes do we have to buy?" Cui Xi and Lan Xiang couldn't help but touch it, and whispered, "It seems that our share was buried at the bottom of the box. Let's take it out and look at it later. What's wrong?" There are also fifty taels of gold..."
"There are more, they are delivered every month..." Lan Xiang began to count with her fingers, "I remember there were hundreds..."
"Hey, go back and count." Cui Xi's face showed a look of money-madness.
Yang Xianrong coughed lightly and then said: "This is the emperor of Jin Dynasty, so of course he must use the best."
"Yes, yes." The two maids quickly lowered their heads, but couldn't help but hold each other's hands, expressing their excitement.
But the two of them were no longer happy at night, because they also started to have diarrhea, ran to the toilet several times, and showed signs of being uncontrollable. Lanxiang's symptoms became much worse after taking Kuishui. She had no strength and lay in bed.
Yang Xianrong was a little anxious and asked her to go back to her room in Tianyuan Palace and lie down. After thinking about it, I felt very uneasy, so I went back to Tianyuan Palace.
Cuixi's symptoms are mild. She is packing Lan Xiang's bedding and preparing a heater.
Liu Yao came over carrying a basket of charcoal fire with one hand, "What's going on in the palace? I see that many people have diarrhea."
"Do the people at the charcoal fire have diarrhea? Does Brother Liu have diarrhea?" Yang Xianrong asked anxiously.
"Well, no." Liu Yao shook his head, "What is the problem? A bad stomach will be cured in a day or two. Why does it take so long?"
"Yeah, why did it take so long? If someone poisoned her, what was his purpose?" Yang Xianrong felt a little uneasy when he saw Lan Xiang lying on the bed with a pale face.
