Sima Ying did not agree to Yang Xianrong's request to marry his maid as a concubine. Yang Xianrong was not angry. He just looked at him and asked seriously: "Are you going to never marry a wife in your life? Is that true? Are you going to be alone all your life?"
"So what?" Sima Ying also looked at her, "Actually, if you are such a person, you should be very comfortable."
"You can really think about this matter." Yang Xianrong added, "On the day of the Lantern Festival, just carry the person through the door. It's just a concubine's room. There is no need to hold a banquet. If you are willing..."
"That's not possible. This is your maid, and she must be fully equipped." Sima Ying became more competitive, "This is not just sending chickens and ducks into the house casually..."
"Look, you still agreed, right?" Yang Xianrong's smiling eyes made Sima Ying alert. Why did she have to follow her ideas every time, even if she rejected it completely, she would still end up with it? Did she follow through with her idea? This doesn't feel right.
"No, no, I don't agree." He denied three times in a row, very firmly.
Yang Xianrong ignored him, got into his sedan chair, and went straight back to Tianyuan Palace.
Cui Xi, who was lagging behind, glanced at Sima Ying quietly and shook her head slightly. Zhang Liangxue also followed and asked quietly: "What is the Queen going to do? Who is she going to give to the prince?"
"It's better if it's not me anyway." Cui Xi also gathered her cotton-padded clothes and looked at the slowly moving sedan chair in front of her. It was an eight-person sedan specially designed for the queen, which was extremely stable and comfortable. The bright yellow curtains and tassels show luxury and power, and everyone must avoid them when walking in the palace.
"Could it be Luzhu?" Zhang Liangzhu's voice became even softer, "I saw Luzhu's face was full of grievance and his eyes were red after he served the Queen the Queen that day, and he knelt down for several hours. .”
"It's not that she didn't serve her well." Cui Xi snorted softly. She knew the reason, but because of her identity as the messenger of green bamboo embroidered clothes, she had to remain hidden.
"Hey..." Zhang Liangzhao sighed and walked a few steps faster to follow the right side of the sedan chair.
"Go to the Imperial Physician's Garden." Yang Xianrong said in the sedan chair, "Zhang Liangxue, go and ask Lu Zhu to fetch my purse."
"Yes, yes, yes." Zhang Liangxue quickly nodded in agreement, and trotted back to Tianyuan Palace to call Luzhu.
"Cui Xi." Yang Xianrong shouted again.
"Here we are." Cui Xi immediately followed, walking on the right side of the sedan chair.
"I just forgot to pick up Lian'er and left together. Please go and see if Lan Xiang has picked up Lian'er from Master Xu and go to the Imperial Medical Garden together."
"Okay." Cui Xi also quickly turned around and went to Xuanji Palace.
There hasn't been much going on in the Imperial Physician Garden these days. Emperor Sima Zhong's leg injury is gradually recovering, and the imperial doctors don't need to take turns to serve him. Other members of the royal family just go to see Ping'an Mai, but there's nothing wrong with these people. A group of them sat in the room, drinking tea and chatting peacefully, and whispered about the death of Sima Ying's two brides. For a while, there was no conclusion.
Yang Xianrong's sedan carriage just stopped at the entrance of the Imperial Medical Garden. She walked in and slowly admired the architectural structure and bare medicinal garden of the Imperial Medical Garden. When the young eunuch from the imperial court saw the Queen and her entourage, he hurriedly went to report the news.
A group of people hurriedly ran to the medicine garden and knelt down one after another to show their respect to the sheep who was looking at the withered branches and leaves in the medicine garden. "I didn't know that the queen was coming. I missed the reception from afar. I am guilty of underestimating my position."
"Get up." Yang Xianrong smiled, "I came here on an impromptu basis. I thought that adding some ginseng to the emperor's chicken stew would be a great supplement, but I don't know which kind of ginseng is better. So come and have a look.”
Qin Changsang, the imperial doctor of Qin, knelt at the front and did not agree with the suggestion of sheep Xianrong. He pondered for a moment and then said: "Queen, your Majesty, you are taking a lot of supplements at the moment. In fact, you should eat less of these ginseng products. However, the Queen's complexion seems to be poor recently, and she seems to be depressed. I can check your pulse again and take care of it."
"Oh." Yang Xianrong raised his eyebrows after hearing this, "You can tell from my complexion? But it's very cold today, I must have turned pale from the cold, right?"
"That's not true. The queen is still wearing warm clothes. It's just that I saw a little gray hair from your lower eyelids just now, so I can judge from this." Qin Taiyi is also familiar with Yang Xianrong, so he dared to It was said directly.
"Okay, let's go inside and talk. It's really cold here." In front of everyone, Yang Xianrong still acted like a queen, "You guys should stop kneeling and just go do whatever you need to do. "
"Thank you, Queen." Everyone hummed and slowly retreated, leaving only Imperial Physician Qin and several other higher-ranking physicians.
"What's growing in this medicine garden?" Yang Xianrong didn't enter the house, so naturally the group of people didn't dare to move.
"Back to the Queen, these are ordinary medicinal materials. I planted them here and then observed their growth, which can be regarded as an understanding of their medicinal properties. Many medicinal materials cannot be used when they are mature, and some are available at every stage. The different effects are also very interesting.”
Yang Xianrong nodded, agreeing with what the Qin Imperial Physician said, "Isn't this the same principle when Shen Nong tastes a hundred herbs?"
"I don't dare to compare with the Shennong family. I just plant one kind and know more about it." Imperial Physician Qin smiled, "Moreover, I also want to see if I can transplant medicinal materials from other places. If If it can be planted and grows well, it can be planted here, so there is no need to travel thousands of miles to buy and transport medicinal materials.”
"For example?" Yang Xianrong's eyes lit up.
"For example, Zhigancao, Atractylodes, and Qianghuo."
"Qianghuo, it seems to grow in the cold area of Longxi, right? The weather in Luoyang is always warm. If it is planted, will the medicinal properties remain the same?" Yang Xianrong had already walked into the house, and Qin Taiyi followed everyone with him. There seemed to be a lot of people beside her. Yang Xianrong sighed, "Just follow Imperial Physician Qin, and everyone else should disperse."
"Yes, yes." Everyone slowly dispersed.
On the other hand, Principal Mo Fanyu followed behind Imperial Physician Qin and bowed his body.
Yang Xianrong turned to look at him and just nodded without saying anything else.
Chief Mo is the messenger of embroidered clothes, and Yang Xianrong has already found out from Luzhu. Now, she really wants to know who are these embroidered messengers scattered throughout the palace, and what criteria did Sima Yan use to select them?
