In the small courtyard.
Golden chrysanthemums fell to the ground.
Luo Qingzhou chased him into the house
Bai Ling quickly chased after him and said, "Uncle, wait, you can't go in! The lady is taking a bath inside."
When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he immediately stopped at the door.
Then he withdrew, stood under the elm of the house, looked at her and said, "What's wrong with Xia Chan?"
Bai Ling glanced at the room and said, "I don't know either."
Luo Qingzhou looked into her eyes with a serious expression
Seeing his fierce expression, Bai Ling could only say weakly: "Chanchan seems to be sick, her face doesn't look good, and she has been retching today."
Luo Qingzhou frowned and said, "Go find the doctor."
Bai Ling looked confused: "Chanchan is very fake and won't let the doctor see her. If a doctor comes near her, she will draw her sword."
Luo Qingzhou said: "As long as I'm here, she won't do it, so go ahead."
Bai Ling glanced at him, said "Oh", turned around and left in a hurry. Luo Qingzhou stood under the eaves, his heart rising and falling. After a while.
Miss Qin walked out of the room wearing a snow-white dress and her hair was wet. She looked at him and said, "She's fine. You can go to the room and have a look."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Miss."
After saying that, without squinting his eyes, he entered the room from her side and smelled the faint fragrance like lotus flowers from the first floor.
Come to the door of the room.
He raised his head and knocked on the door, but there was no response.
He pushed directly and the door opened.
Just as he was about to go in, he looked back and saw that Miss Qin, who was standing at the door, had turned around and left for Houhuapin.
Luo Qingzhou looked at her cold and beautiful back, hesitated, and then entered the room.
The room is dark and covered with curtains
Xia Chan hugged her knees and held the sword in her arms, sitting quietly in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall, motionless.
Seeing him come in, she slowly raised her head and looked at him blankly.
Luo Qingzhou walked over, squatted in front of her, and asked softly: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
As he spoke, he reached out and touched her forehead.
The body temperature is normal and there is no fever
But there was a hint of paleness on the delicate cheeks.
"How has your appetite been over the past two days? Apart from retching, are there any other reactions?"
Luo Qingzhou asked again.
Xia Chan looked at him blankly for a while, then shook her head slightly.
Luo Qingzhou walked to her side, sat down side by side with her, and said, "I asked Bai Ling to go find the doctor. Let the doctor take a look later, okay?"
Xia Chan shook her head: "No, don't."
Luo Qingzhou held her cold little hand and said softly: "Chanchan, listen to my uncle. I will tell you a story, okay?"
Xia Chan's little hand struggled a few times in the palm of her hand, but she didn't break free. She said with a pretty face: "No, it's not good."
Luo Qingzhou stared at her pretty profile for a while, then leaned over, kissed her cheek, and asked, "Is that okay?"
Xia Chan smiled lightly, clenched her small fist with her other hand, turned her head and glared at him and said, "If I kiss you again, I'll hit you."
Luo Qingzhou kissed her little mouth, then held her in his arms and kissed her tightly.
Xia Chan struggled and trembled, pinching his arm with her other hand, but the strength quickly weakened, and her body quickly became weak.
soft……
Not long after, her whole body was pressed softly against his buttocks, her face was red, her eyes were blurred, and she was just waiting for you to take your pick...
In the back garden.
The golden sunset fills the garden
A girl in a snow-white dress stood in front of the railing of the pavilion, quietly, with no emotion on her face, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
When Bai Ling came back slowly with an old woman with gray hair, Xia Chan had already taken off her shoes and socks and was lying motionless on the bed. The redness on her cheeks had not dissipated, and the confusion in her eyes was still there. charming.
Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the window, holding her sword in his hand.
The sword has been unsheathed, the window is open, and the light from outside shines in. The blade is cold, and the ruby embedded in the blade shines brightly, making it particularly charming.
Bai Ling was stunned for a moment when he saw the quiet and harmonious scene in the room, and then brought the old woman in.
The old woman walked to the window, sat down on the stool, leaned over first, and carefully observed the girl's face, eyes, and breathing on the bed for a while, then stretched out her hand and started to feel her pulse.
Xia Chan lay there, eyes still open, motionless, not resisting, and not drawing a sword to hurt anyone like before.
Of course, there is no sword in her hand now.
Bai Ling's face was full of surprise and confusion. He walked to the window and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, what's going on? Why did Chanchan suddenly become so obedient? How did I persuade you?"
Luo Qingzhou inserted the sword into his sword shoes, turned to look at her and said, "Want to know?"
Bai Ling nodded quickly, with an expression of humbly asking for advice.
Luo Qingzhou said: "I won't tell you." Bai Ling: "..." "Humph!"
She snorted coldly, pursed her lips, ignored him, turned and walked to the window, and asked impatiently: "Doctor, what happened to Chanchan? Is it..."
The old woman tilted her head, frowning the wrinkles on her forehead, and carefully checked her pulse for a while, and said: "This disease is a bit strange. The cold air in this little girl's body seems to be very strong, and the pulse pattern has never been seen before. What is it specifically? I really can't detect the illness. As for the retching you mentioned...did she not eat well these days? She must have a stomach disease. If she doesn't eat well, she will vomit, but she can't vomit anything. thing."
Bai Ling said quickly: "Yes, doctor, Chan Chan rarely eats these days."
The old woman stood up and said: "There is nothing I can do about Ti Sai's illness. I can prescribe some medicine for this stomach disease. You go catch her and fry it for her to eat."
Bai Ling said quickly: "Thank you, doctor."
The old woman went to the table and opened the medicine box, took out a pen and paper, grinded the ink, and wrote down a prescription.
Luo Qingzhou took a closer look and saw "ginseng, atractylodes, poria, licorice, tangerine peel, pinellia" and other medicines written on it.
"Brew into soup, twice a day, it can replenish qi and strengthen the spleen, raise yang and benefit the stomach, clear away heat and remove dampness."
The old woman gave the prescription to Bai Ling.
Bai Ling took the prescription, turned around and said crisply: "Uncle, take the money."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, took out a piece of silver from his pocket, and handed it to her: "Is it enough?"
Bai Ling weighed it and was about to say it was not enough. The old woman smiled and said: "That's enough, that's enough. I've even got enough medicine. There's still more."
Bai Ling had no choice but to put away the money and said: "Uncle, please help keep an eye on Chan Chan. I'll see the doctor off and get some medicine by the way."
Luo Qingzhou nodded.
Bai Ling took the old woman away and turned back at the door to warn: "Uncle, don't bully Chan while she's away!"
Luo Qingzhou ignored her.
After they left, Luo Qingzhou went over and closed the door, walked to the bed and sat down, and asked softly: "Chanchan, why haven't you eaten well these days?"
Xia Chan closed her eyes and did not answer.
Luo Qingzhou put the sword in his hand next to her, stood up and said: "Wait, I will go to the kitchen to make you something to eat. You must eat later, otherwise I will sit here tonight." gone."
After saying that, he left the room and went directly to the kitchen.
Xia Chan lay on the bed, slowly opened her eyes, and tightened her grip on her sword.
In the back kitchen.
Song Ruyue was wearing an apron and cooking by herself.
Mei'er, Qing'er and others were all standing by to help.
After Luo Qingzhou entered the kitchen, several Ya Zhen looked at him in surprise.
Meier said quickly: "Madam, my uncle is here."
Song Ruyue was tasting the soup in the pot with a spoon. She was stunned when she heard this, turned to look at the door, and then frowned and said, "Qingzhou, what are you doing here? You are a scholar, you are clean, everything here is clean." It's oil, get out quickly."
Luo Qingzhou could only say: "Mother-in-law, I want to take some ingredients back and ask Xiaodie to help me make porridge."
Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and said: "Do you like to drink porridge? I'll help you cook it later. Come out quickly."
Luo Qingzhou said: "I want to get some materials and let Xiaodie try it out."
Seeing that the soup in the pot was almost ready, Song Ruyue didn't want to talk nonsense to him anymore, and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, let Mei'er take it for you, don't touch it, your hand is used for writing, so don't Caught in oil."
Meier quickly walked to the door and asked: "Uncle, what materials do you want to get?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "White rice, green vegetables, preserved eggs, and lean meat."
After thinking for a while, he glanced at the ingredients in the kitchen and said, "Dried mushrooms and dried shrimps."
Mei'er was stunned for a while and asked doubtfully: "Don't you want to make porridge? Wouldn't rice or millet be enough?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "Go and get it."
Mei'er gave him a strange look and said, "Oh, uncle, please go back first. I'll take it over later."
Luo Qingzhou didn't say anything more, glanced at the busy mother-in-law again, and left the kitchen.
Return to the Immortal Residence.
Xiaodie was collecting the quilts that were hanging to dry in the small courtyard. Her petite body was carrying the quilt, and her feet could hardly be seen.
Luo Qingzhou hurriedly went over to help her carry her into the house, and said: "Go to the kitchen, wash the pot, and turn on the fire. The young master will make porridge for you later."
Xiaodie opened her eyes wide and said: "Master, are you making porridge? No, no, you can't enter the kitchen, your hands are...
"Stop being so nagging, go quickly!"
Luo Qingzhou's face darkened.
Xiaodie glanced at him weakly and said, "Oh."
Smoke soon rose from the kitchen chimney.
Luo Qingzhou went into the kitchen and washed the chopping boards, knives and other items under clean water for a long time.
Then I washed the pot several times.
Xiaodie was filling the firewood, looking at his skillful appearance, she couldn't help but said: "Master, have you made Madam angry again? Madam didn't cook for us tonight?"
Luo Qingzhou held back his laughter when he heard this, nodded seriously, and said, "Yes."
Xiaodie sighed softly, glanced at his face, and did not dare to suck again.
Not long after.
Meier sent all the materials.
Xiaodie wanted to ask her wife why she was angry, but she didn't dare to ask.
Meier put down her things, glanced at the two of them, and left in a hurry.
Luo Qingzhou began to wash the rice and put it into the pot, then cut meat, vegetables, and preserved eggs, and put them on a plate aside.
"Xiaodie, heat up the other pot as well. Remember to keep it on low heat."
Luo Qingzhou gave an order, poured out the dried mushrooms and dried shrimps, started rinsing them with water, and then put the dried mushrooms on the plate.
When the pot inside was hot, he poured the drained mushrooms and dried shrimps into the pot and began to stir-fry.
"Xiaodie, lower the fire."
"oh."
Xiaodie quickly scattered the firewood inside.
Luo Qingzhou stir-fries quickly to prevent the pan from burning.
After a while, a tempting fragrance suddenly filled the entire kitchen, and then drifted out again.
"Sir, it smells so good."
Xiaodie swallowed her saliva and stared at the slightly burnt dried mushrooms and dried shrimp skins in the pot.
Luo Qingzhou stir-fried quickly for a while, then said: "Okay, take off the heat."
He scooped the stuff up, poured it into a medicine-pounding utensil, and began to crush it into powder to make the simplest MSG.
"Sir, the porridge is almost ready."
Xiaodie opened the lid of the pot and shouted, and then said: "Oh, Master, you put too much water in it, it's so watery."
Luo Qingzhou said: "Keep boiling, lower the fire."
Then pour in the chopped lean meat, preserved eggs, and vegetables, and stir evenly.
Soon, the aroma filled the entire kitchen and courtyard
Xiaodie's mouth was drooling, and she stared at the pot and said, "Sir, this is the first time I've ever seen these things poured into porridge and boiled together. It's so delicious."
"There will be something more fragrant later."
Luo Qingzhou crushed the dried shrimps and mushrooms and waited for a while. When he saw that the water in the pot began to decrease and the porridge began to thicken and become sticky, he added the powdered dried dried shrimps and mushrooms.
After stirring, he said: "Continue to simmer over low heat."
Xiaodie filled the wood with firewood and kept drooling. Her face was full of salivation and excitement and she said: "Master, it smells so good. I want to take a bite."
"Wait a little while, cook the porridge until it is the thickest, and it will be ready after all the flavors are blended."
Luo Qingzhou started stirring.
The rich fragrance floated out of the kitchen, out of the courtyard, and onto the road outside.
Then I followed the evening wind and drifted to Lingchan Moon Palace
Miss Qin, who was sitting in a daze in the back garden, suddenly moved her nose, turned her head, and looked in the direction of the Immortal Residence.
Smoke is rising from the chimney there
And in the Meixiang Garden
Nangong Meijiao has already taken a shower, put on a purple dress, and wiped her black hair dry.
Meier came over and called them to eat.
Nangong Meijiao was looking through Miss Qin Er's books and said, "I'm not very hungry, Wei Mo, why don't you go and eat by yourself."
Qin Weimo pulled her and said, "That won't work. My mother will cook tonight. If you don't go to eat, she will be unhappy."
Nangong Meijiao had no choice but to put down her books and go out with her.
"Meier, did you call me uncle?"
Qin Weimo asked.
Mei'er said: "Not yet, I will call you soon."
Then he smiled and said: "My uncle went to the kitchen before, took some materials, and asked Xiaodie to learn how to cook. Madam heard that my uncle wanted to eat porridge, so she even made a pot of white rice porridge. It was delicious. "
Nangong Meijiao couldn't help but say, "Auntie is really nice to that guy."
Qin Weimo said: "Mei'er, please go back first. Sister Meijiao and I will go call him."
Mei'er said: "And the eldest lady..."
Qin Weimo smiled and said: "Let's go shout."
Meier said "Oh" and turned to leave.
Qin Huiyu and Nangong Meijiao took Qiu'er and Zhu'er to Yanxianju,
Before they reached the door, several people suddenly moved their noses, with doubtful looks on their faces.
"Miss, it smells so good! Where does the fragrance come from?"
Pearl sniffed hard again, and the saliva in her mouth flowed out unconsciously.
Qiu'er was also swallowing her saliva.
Qin Weimo raised his head in confusion and looked at Banished Immortal Palace.
Nangong Meijiao saw the smoke coming out at a glance, and said with a strange face: "They are cooking? What is so fragrant?"
"There is the smell of rice porridge, and...
Qin Weimo frowned and said quickly: "Meijiao, let's go and have a look."
And at this time.
In the dining room in front, Song Ruyue was looking at the exquisite dishes she had made on the table with a smile on her face, and said proudly: "Master, I made them all myself. Do they taste good?"
Qin Wenzheng sniffed it, nodded and said, "It smells good."
