Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 707 Two (1)
The north wind was blowing, the yellow and dry leaves were flying, and the sky was overcast and extremely cold.

In previous years, Beijing would not snow until the twelfth lunar month, but this year is different. At the end of October in the lunar calendar, Mo Yan put on a thick padded jacket.

The sleeping hall is paved with earth dragons, and the feet are stepped on the marble slabs. The above is warm, and the inner room and the outside are at two temperatures.

Mo Zi carried the food box into the door and rubbed her hands.

Ever since Mo Yan became pregnant, her diet has been irregular. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she was so hungry that she couldn't sleep, so she worked hard to make delicious food.

Next to the sleeping hall, a small kitchen is set up separately.

The inner courtyard of the palace is too big, if the food prepared in the imperial dining room is packed in a thermal food box, it will become cold in the sleeping hall.

The steward in charge of purchasing in the palace comes over every day to deliver ingredients, whether it is chicken, duck, fish, seafood, everything you expect to find.

In this season, all the fish and shrimp caught are alive and extraordinarily fresh.

Three months into her pregnancy, Mo Yan changed her appetite and was fond of fish and shrimp. She drank milky fish soup almost every day.

Mo Zi has a way of cooking. First fry the crucian carp until it is golden brown and the thorns are crispy. Then it is stewed in mountain spring water transported from a long distance for an hour. Sprinkle some green onion on top. It is delicious in color and fragrance.

"Mo Zi, come here and warm your hands. Looking at the sky today, it seems to be snowing."

After Mo Yan finished speaking, she sat on the table anxiously, and waited for Toner to open the food box, and when she saw the fish soup, she swallowed.

That's right, that's the smell. A whole small pot entered her stomach in just a quarter of an hour.

"The servant girl walked a few steps, and her hands were red from the cold."

Mo Zi grew up in the south, but was sent to the north for training. There is a big difference between the north and the south, and the special training conditions are harsh. She developed frostbite on her hands and feet, which recurred every year.

After Mo Yan found out, he and his master Zhu Shenyi made an ointment with herbs and distributed it to the maids around him to solve their long-term distress.

After eating and drinking enough, Mo Yan sighed contentedly while stroking her round belly.

She was three months pregnant, and her stomach was obviously protruding. After looking for Master Zhu's pulse, she found out that she was pregnant with twins again.

I have to sigh, Uncle Huang's powerful genes.

She gave birth twice and had four little buns. Although she had to suffer a bit during pregnancy, Mo Yan felt that she was very satisfied.

If it was a normal one-child birth, she would have to conceive four times, with a delay of four years in between.

A few days ago, the news that the empress was pregnant and pregnant with twins was spread. The wives of civil and military officials handed over signs asking to enter the palace. I don’t know who said that the empress is the empress who gave birth and was blessed by heaven. These people all want to follow suit.

Especially the official wives who have been married for several years and have no children, they don't care about it, they sharpen their heads and focus on entering the palace to see them.

"Alright, since they have this idea, I will let it come true."

Mo Yan agreed with all his heart, and the eldest brother escorted the convoy of food and grass to leave the capital, and they should have arrived in Beidi by now.

There is a part of the butterfly class's donation in the middle, and there is not much money left in her book.

There are two months left before the Chinese New Year, before the year, no matter how many fat sheep have to be slaughtered.

So he found a name in the palace and mobilized officials and wives to collect donations. Mo Yan kept part of the money he got as a small treasury, and sold the rest as pensions for dead and wounded soldiers.Many officials and wives were born in rich families, and a gold hairpin on their hair cost hundreds of taels of silver.

"Your Majesty, leave the fundraising to the slaves."

Toner volunteered.

The emperor explained that the empress's body began to get heavier and her memory became worse. As slaves, they had to help solve problems.

Mo Bing is responsible for inquiring information and managing daily chores. He is the most trusted person around Mo Yan.

Mo Zi specializes in providing meals, and only Toner is idle.

"Okay, think about it."

Mo Yan stood up, removed the mint grass from the window sill, and covered the window lattice with a thick curtain. In an instant, the inner room blocked the light and became dark.

Bao Bao and Bao Bao sat on a long, thick floor and played puzzles. The two brothers were meticulous and occasionally frowned when hesitating. It was impossible to tell that they were almost two-year-old children.

After lighting an oil lamp, Mo Yan yawned and fell asleep.

The end of the new year is approaching and the state affairs are busy. Wanqi Yuling only has dinner every day and tries to spend time with her for a while, and the husband and wife can gossip.

Mo Yan was exhausted, she fell asleep while talking, and when she woke up, the pillow was cold, and Wan Tu Yuling went to court early.

There are drawbacks in Dai Viet both in the law and in the official selection system.

Especially in the law, there are many loopholes, which are unfair to the people, especially after the occurrence of unjust, false and wrongly decided cases, there is nowhere to redress their grievances.

The husband and wife had worked in the Yamen for a while, and Wanqi Yuling was just a temporary Yamen servant at that time, and because of this, with personal experience, he was able to put himself in the shoes of the common people.

"Has the lamp oil in our place been changed?"

The windows and doors were closed tightly, and the light in the inner room was dim. Mo Zi rubbed her hands, lit the two oil lamps on the table, and the inner room became brighter immediately.

Different from the dimness of the oil lamp in the past, there seems to be a fresh fragrance of grass.

"You are right, it was sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the morning."

The oil of the oil lamp comes from a kind of plant, which has an oil yield rate of [-] to [-]%, which is higher than that of peanuts. It is only as big as the belly of a finger and can be burned for three days and three nights.

"So miraculous?"

Mo Yan had never heard of it, so she looked at it through the lampshade for a while.

This is more useful than a fire pocket, and you can put a small porcelain bottle when you go out, so you are not afraid of emergencies and cannot find something to illuminate.

"Where is this? Corpse oil lasts longer than this."

After Toner finished speaking, he covered his mouth with his hand in annoyance, it was too late to take it back now.

After the empress became pregnant, she suffered from frequent morning sickness, and she is only getting better in the first three months. She really can't speak, what kind of corpse oil is mentioned, how disgusting!
Unexpectedly, Mo Yan raised her eyebrows.

In modern times, she heard that corpse oil burns for a long time, and some eternal lamps use corpse oil as material.

It sounds disgusting. It is said that there is a special corpse oil, a small can, which can be burned for three to five years.

"Your Majesty, it's the servant who said the wrong thing."

Toner wanted to make amends, but was wondering how to change the subject.

The door opened with a creak, and then Mo Bing lifted the curtain and came in from the outside.

"Sister Mo Bing, how is it? Is the Commander's wedding going to be lively?"

As soon as Mo Bing entered the door, Toner seemed to have found a savior, and rushed to meet him, quickly poured a cup of tea, and squeezed Mo Bing's eyes by the way.

Today is October [-]th, the day when An Yi married Mao Xiaoyu.

It is a great honor for Ms. Mao to have Mo Yan protect the media.

(End of this chapter)