shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 213 Cold Disease

The cold night was dark and cold.

Ruizhu Palace is as warm as spring.

The luminous pearl in the corner exudes a faint radiance, illuminating the gorgeous inner hall.

Bai Zhi'er's soft black hair was draped over her shoulders, and her small body was buried under the quilt.

She blinked her big eyes, thinking about how to make money.

Brother Fuce is definitely not rich either.

She asked Sister Qingmei about it tonight.

As a Marquis, even if the monthly salary is very high, 200 taels a month.

But for more than 2000 taels, Feng Fuce had to work desperately for more than ten months.

Bai Zhi'er thought that Feng Fuce had worked so hard, and she had spent nearly a year's monthly salary.

The little guy couldn't bear it!

At this moment, a few coughing sounds came from outside the door.

Qingmei's caring voice also sounded.

"Le Qiu, are you sick? I heard you have been coughing for almost two days."

The maid named Le Qiu is the second-class night watch maid of the Ruizhu Palace.

At this moment, her voice was a little hoarse and hoarse: "It should be because I caught a cold when I was on duty the night before, and my head was very heavy."

"Have you been to Tai Hospital?"

"I went, but in the past two days, there were quite a few people in the palace suffering from the cold. The Tai Hospital was very busy, and I didn't have a pulse, so I gave a medicine and asked me to fry it myself."

Qingmei stretched out her hand and touched Le Qiu's head.

"Oh! You have a fever and your body is very hot. How can you be on duty? I will replace you tonight. You go back and have a good sleep."

Le Qiu was really uncomfortable, so he didn't shirk it.

She thanked Qingmei and left.

After a while, Qingmei called a little eunuch who was running errands.

"Recently, there are so many people who have contracted the cold, I'm afraid I'll be sick again, and it won't be good if the princess's jade body is delayed. You go to the Tai Hospital to get some more prescriptions, and after you get them back, boil them into a concoction and let the Ruizhu Palace go up and down. , everyone has a drink."

The little eunuch muttered: "Those medicines from the Taiyuan Hospital are just soup, and the disease will not be cured after drinking it."

Qingmei patted his head: "Don't talk nonsense, the effect will be slow."

The little eunuch nodded quickly: "I understand, sister Qingmei."

"Go, go and come back quickly."

After Qingmei confessed, she turned and entered the hall.

According to this hour, the little princess should be drowsy.

The emperor was supposed to come over to tell a story tonight.

But political affairs are entangled, and I can't come again for a while.

Qingmei was about to cover Ye Mingzhu with a cloth.

However, he saw Bai Zhi'er looking at her obediently with his big black and moist eyes.

Qingmei couldn't help being surprised, and asked with a smile: "Your Highness, why haven't you fallen asleep yet?"

Bai Zhi'er said in a childish voice, "Sister Qingmei, every winter, does someone always catch a cold and get sick?"

"That's right." Qingmei stepped forward and tucked the quilt for the little guy: "Every year, people catch a cold. This disease is very severe and can be contagious. If you accidentally get sick, it will be difficult to deal with."

"However, don't worry, Your Royal Highness, the Tai Hospital has long been experienced in dealing with it, but the treatment is slow."

It's just that those palace people who contracted a cold may be replaced soon.

There is a rule in the palace that anyone close to the emperor or the princess who is seriously ill can no longer stay and serve them.

Bai Zhi'er muttered: "It's a cold..."

She looked at the bed curtains and thought.

This is true in the palace, presumably the same is true among the people.

If she writes a prescription for a quick cure.

Then ask the fourth brother to help her, and sell them at a price of one or two.

An ordinary family can have ten taels of silver a month.

One or two sheets should not be considered expensive.

If you sell 100 copies, you will get [-] taels!
She will save the rest slowly!
I must be able to pay back Fuce's brother's money.

Thinking of this, Bai Zhi'er closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

(End of this chapter)