The weather is cold, and the temperature of the soup in your hands drops quickly when stirred with a small spoon.
Xiao Anzi happily scooped up a spoonful and brought it to her mouth.
"Sister Yun, swallow it directly, don't let the medicine swirl in your mouth."
Her eyes only fell on the hand holding the spoon. Xiuying's nose suddenly felt sore. She opened her mouth and swallowed, choking twice.
It is true that good medicine tastes bitter.
Xiao Anzi handed over the handkerchief with quick eyes and hands, and waited for her to calm down before offering the second spoonful.
The slow movements of the two made Aunt Su, who was watching from the window, ashamed.
After a while, she couldn't hold it in anymore, so she walked into the house with a sieve of saffron and tapped the small anzi without raising her head.
"Okay, little Anzi, go back quickly! The Crown Princess won't be able to find you in a while. She's going to get angry. Let's see how you punish her."
His expression changed when he heard this.
It did take a long time to come out.
Xiao Anzi glanced at Xiuying, lowered his head and left the bed, preparing to leave.
"Over at the Dance Hall, my adoptive father has asked for leave for you. Just stay here to recuperate. We'll talk about it later."
When he reached the door of the room, he turned back and said.
"Xiao Anzi, your foster father is so proud, why don't you take this girl to the East Palace to raise her?"
Aunt Su sifted through the herbs and sarcastically joked.
It was unbelievable to her that Zhou Ping was so interested in interfering with a small palace maid.
She simply couldn't figure out what the purpose of this honest Eunuch Zhou was for doing this.
At this age, do you still want to find a young and beautiful girl as your companion?
Aunt Su said this casually, but it made Xiuying's face blush.
She was a rich lady with a rich family, and was mistakenly thought that she was looking for a eunuch to have sex with?
Xiuying turned away without saying a word, with tears streaming down her face, her face full of unwillingness and grievance.
If there was no such thing as her father, she would be completely worthy of a family like Mr. Xu, and she could marry into a wealthy family openly.
But now...
Xiao Anzi felt sad when he saw Xiuying.
I don’t know why, but I thought it was Aunt Su’s words that stabbed her.
He quickly packed up the soup bowl and pulled Aunt Su out with a sullen face.
I don’t know what he was mumbling, but he was probably complaining about Aunt Su’s harsh words.
When Aunt Su entered the room again, Xiao Anzi had already walked out of the hospital and closed the door behind her back.
Xiuying remained in the same position as before, motionless with tears streaming down her face.
"Just lie down and rest as soon as you take the medicine. If you're not irritated, you're still pretty tempered."
Aunt Su received Xiao Anzi's retort inexplicably and became very angry.
Every grievance has its head and its debt has its owner.
She had to find a little girl to fight back and get sullen.
Xiuying felt uncomfortable with the fever, probably due to the effect of the medicinal soup. As soon as she lay down, sleep slowly came over her, and she fell asleep again in a daze.
In the dead of night, Xiuying, who had been sleeping for an unknown period of time, felt something moving and itching on her face.
I opened my eyes and saw Aunt Su.
I saw her holding the decoction in her hand, stirring it with a small spoon to dissipate the heat.
The steam from the decoction turned into water and dripped on her face.
"After drinking this medicine and eating some rice porridge, you will feel better."
At this time, Aunt Su's voice was unexpectedly gentle and soft, unlike her loud voice during the day, which made people's heads numb.
Xiuying, who had had enough sleep, had recovered her physical strength.
She sat up alone, took the soup with both hands, and whispered, "Thank you, aunt."
It was not very clear during the day, but this time the distance was closer, and Aunt Su could clearly see the little palace maid in front of her.
Sure enough, he looked good.
The slender hands holding the soup bowl were as white as the porcelain bowl, and were even, delicate and plump. At first glance, she looked like a girl who had never done any menial work.
Although he is morbid, he still has spirit.
"Girl, what's your name?"
"Yun Niang."
She said softly, lowering her eyes to look at the concoction in the bowl.
Facing her savior, she had to lie, and she couldn't bear it in her conscience.
Xiuying gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, then drank a bowl of medicinal soup in one go.
The expression on his face was frowning, as if he had suffered a lot.
Aunt Su couldn't stand Xiuying being so afraid of hardship, so she chuckled in confusion.
"Look at how much pain and sin you are suffering when you drink the medicine. Aren't your days in the palace more painful than this medicine?"
Xiuying wrinkled her face and did not retort, but just covered her mouth. The medicine was so bitter that she felt nauseous.
Good medicine tastes bitter.
"Come on, this is the minced meat and vegetable porridge from the East Palace. Eat some."
Aunt Su brought over a bowl of porridge on the table and added, "Don't take what I said during the day to heart."
"I don't dare, slave."
Xiuying told the truth.
If it hadn't been for the Queen's medical lady who used good medicine to save her, what would have been her fate?
What qualifications do you have to annoy your savior?
Early next morning.
Aunt Su got up and went to Kunning Palace to see a doctor.
These days, the Queen has been coughing.
In the cold spring weather, the empress often feels out of breath.
After her aunt left, Xiuying sat alone under the eaves, looking at the drizzle of early spring in the open-air yard.
Thinking about the ups and downs in the more than half a year since I entered the palace, I was dragged back from the gate of hell several times.
Huanyi Bureau, Prince Han, Wang Jinghong, two serious illnesses before and after...
Another voice in her heart strengthened her will.
Don't worry so much and live strong.
In fact, she is very fragile.
How many times have I wished that I, like dust invisible to the naked eye, would disappear with the wind and rain.
Everyone forgot she existed.
At noon, the sun peeked out through the clouds, so dazzling that people dared not look directly at it.
Remembering that there were many undried herbs in the room, Xiuying turned around and went into the house to sift the herbs one by one and put them in the yard to dry.
Little Anzi came on time, holding a mahogany food box in her hand.
He's here to deliver lunch.
Seeing this scene, Xiuying finally felt relieved.
After Xiao Anzi entered the courtyard, he first served the pear soup and placed it under the eaves.
On wooden table.
After all, she was still ill. Xiuying moved the herbal sieve back and forth a few times and started to sweat all over her body.
She couldn't help but stopped, holding on to the herb rack, and took a breath for a while.
Seeing this, Xiao Anzi hurriedly put down the things in his hands and held her tight hand.
arm and said in a deep voice:
"Sister Yun, your illness is not cured yet. Don't be busy with this yet. I will come later."
Xiuying did feel a little dizzy and nodded slightly invisibly.
"Sister, Aunt Su said you want to eat something lighter now, please try this."
After that, a bowl of pear soup was placed in front of her.
Her eyes flickered tiredly, and a warm and moist fragrance came slowly, awakening Xiuying's bitter and tasteless taste buds.
The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and the pear curl became shallower, "Brother, have you eaten?"
Xiao Anzi shook his head, shook his sleeves, and whispered softly, "Not yet,
I have to go back to eat later. "
It turned out that he specially sent it to himself.
