At the beginning of the civil castle, the Ming God of War was a little panicked

The autumn rain is sparse, like the prostate of a middle-aged man, always wanting to give up, far less enjoyable than the summer storm.

"Wan Shangyi, the decoction is ready."

"Oh, put it there!"

"This soup should be taken while it's hot..."

"understood……"

Wan Zhen'er responded casually, still staring out the window blankly.

It rained all day and all night. Although the rain was not heavy, the temperature dropped a lot.

As a result, he felt a dull pain in his abdomen, which could be relieved by drinking the soup, but the sorrow in his heart became heavier and heavier.

She entered the palace as a maidservant at the age of four, and in the past 20 years, she has never even touched a man's hand.

Let me ask, which boy is not passionate, and which girl is not pregnant?
What's more, she has already passed the age of cardamom. If she is among the people, she will be laughed at if she is not married at this age.

Originally, I thought that I would never have the chance to touch men and women in this life, and I would just spend my whole life alone in this palace compound.

But in the recent period, two consecutive close contacts with the emperor made her feel excited, and for some reason, she gradually became sad.

If it is said that the time the emperor was poisoned was purely critical and he did not care about the suspicion of men and women, then this time...

Thinking of this, the roots of my ears felt hot.

"Hey, have you learned poetry?"

"emperor?"

Wan Zhen'er exclaimed, looking a little flustered.

She was holding a piece of paper in her hand, on which were the poems she had just copied.

At this time, I didn't care too much, so I had to put it aside randomly, and got up to bow down.

"Forget it!"

Zhu Qizhen waved his hand to her, and then picked up the piece of paper, on which were written a few lines of beautiful small characters.

The rain and wind were violent last night.

I tried the questionnaire, but Dao Haitang remained the same.

Do you know?
It should be green, fat, red and thin.

"Li Qingzhao's words, it seems that you are going to be a talented woman?"

Wan Zhen'er was even more at a loss, and hurriedly replied: "This servant is... just practicing calligraphy, it's nothing..."

"Your handwriting is also good."

Zhu Qizhen put down the paper, saw the decoction on the table, and asked, "Is this the medicine prescribed by King Zhou?"

"Yep……"

"Why don't you drink?"

"No... just let it cool down..."

For some reason, Wan Zhen'er stumbled while speaking, and kept her head down, not daring to lift it up.

Occasionally peeking at it, he immediately lowered his head, from blushing to the stalk of his neck.

"Are you... not feeling well?"

Zhu Qizhen thought she was seriously ill, and subconsciously stretched out his hand.

Wan Zhen'er wanted to hide, but for some reason, she held back and did not move.

"Yeah, so hot?"

Zhu Qizhen pressed the back of his hand to her forehead, and said with concern: "Did you catch a cold at night? Didn't I tell you that you are sick, you must keep warm!"

"No, no... nothing!"

Wan Zhen'er smiled awkwardly, and said, "Your servant is just...the room is a little hot..."

"Is it hot?"

Zhu Qizhen looked around, there was no charcoal basin in this room, and there was no heating, where was it hot?

"Yes...it's a little hot, it's okay, just go out and get some fresh air."

"It's raining outside, how can you breathe?"

"It's because of the rain that the slaves put on more clothes, so... it's a bit hot..."

Zhu Qizhen nodded and said: "Drink the medicine first, I left it there when I came here, it's already cold?"

Wan Zhen'er didn't answer, picked up the medicine bowl, and gulped it down.

Zhu Qizhen waited for her to finish drinking the medicine, and said, "I'm here today, I have business to discuss with you."

"what……"

Wan Zhen'er put down the bowl in a panic, then took a cautious step forward and stood with her hands down.

"Don't be nervous, come on, sit down!"

"Slaves dare not..."

"There are no outsiders here, sit down!"

"This... ok!"

Wan Zhen'er looked around, and then carefully sat on the rattan chair beside her.

Zhu Qizhen was about to speak, when he saw that the chair was naked, he couldn't help but said: "Get a cushion, the weather is going to be cold, and your health is not good, it's easy to get cold when you sit on the wicker chair."

"Yes, thank you Your Majesty for your concern."

Wan Zhen'er felt a warmth in her heart for no reason.

"Now let's get down to business!"

The smile on Zhu Qizhen's face disappeared, and he said sternly: "Nanhaiwei sent a rush, something happened over there."

Wan Zhen'er asked suspiciously, "Where is Nanhaiwei...?"

"Oh, that's far away!"

Zhu Qizhen thought for a while, then picked up a pen and paper from the table, and drew a simple map in two or three strokes.

"This is the capital where we are located. We depart from Tianjin to the east, and then sail south. This is Xianglin County, which is the former Champa Kingdom, and further south... Look here, it is Nanhaiwei!"

Wan Zhen'er was a little surprised, and said, "It's so far away!"

Zhu Qizhen pursed his lips and said, "That's right, Nanhaiwei traveled thousands of miles to the capital, so sending a copy of the memorandum will take a lot of effort!"

Wan Zhen'er nodded lightly, and said, "The emperor just said what's the matter?"

Zhu Qizhen took out a memorial and said, "Look at this first."

Wan Zhen'er looked puzzled, Nan Haiwei's urgent request must be a major national event, she is just a female official in the inner palace, how can she help?

After opening it and looking at it carefully, the two willow eyebrows frowned slightly.

"The report said that many people were infected with acne?"

Zhu Qizhen nodded and said, "Exactly!"

Wan Zhen'er read it again, and said, "There are many causes of acne, and the medicines for different causes are different. The climate in Nanhaiwei is hot and humid, and there are many snakes and insects. We must find the source of the cure..."

Zhu Qizhen looked a little helpless, and said: "What is said in the report is not very clear. The king of Zhou has discussed it with the imperial hospital, but there is no result."

Wan Zhen'er murmured: "When Bi Sui was sick, he still developed sores on his head, face and body, and even after a while, it looked like a fire sore. They all wore white paste, and they were determined to live with each other... More people die..."

Zhu Qizhen didn't understand, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Wan Zhen'er replied: "It is Ge Hong's record about spot sores in the book "Elbow Reserve Emergency Prescriptions". Do you often come into contact with Westerners?"

Zhu Qizhen suddenly realized, and said: "If it was infected by the captives, it is probably the reason you said!"

Wan Zhen'er pointed to a passage in the memorial and said: "It is mentioned here that the local people are also infected. From this point of view, this kind of acne is very poisonous. If it is not handled properly, many people will die!"

Zhu Qizhen's face also became serious, and he said: "Early this morning, King Zhou has already set off, but..."

"Just how?"

"Last night, King Zhou discussed with the people from the Tai Hospital for a whole night, but in the end, he was not sure whether he could be cured well..."

Zhu Qizhen sighed, and said: "I came here today because I have a heartless request."