Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 8
Cleared his throat, before he could say: "This son is a guest, and I got wet in Luoyu Pavilion. As the host, you have the responsibility to help me find a dry replacement." Mu Yutang was already facing the door. Order: "Come here, buy a man's ready-made clothes, and then go to the kitchen to make a bowl of cold medicine."

An Mofeng is a cunning fox, with twists and turns in her mind, and she didn't expect to throw a cup of tea to drive him away.

"Yes!" The little maid waiting outside responded and left. An Mofeng was puzzled, why did the little wild cat agree so simply?It's not like her style. Could it be some kind of conspiracy?

Staring carefully at Mu Yutang, the small face bathed in the sun is bright and moving, the crooked smile hides calmness and wisdom, and there is a faint trace of inexplicable and inexplicable emotion.

She is not someone who just sits and waits to be killed. She definitely has a back move. It doesn't matter, whether it's a conspiracy or a scheming, even if she uses it, he is not afraid.

As the sun was setting, a little maid opened the door and walked in, holding a tray in her hand, on which was not clean clothes, but a porcelain bowl: "Miss, the medicine is ready!"

Mu Yutang glanced at the little maid, and said in a calm voice, "Give it to Mr. An."

"Yes!" The little maid took the order, held the tray, lowered her head slightly, and walked slowly towards the cave.

The strong smell of medicine rushed over, and An Mofeng frowned tightly: "Yutang, I'm not sick, just drink a bowl of ginger soup to drive away the cold, no need to drink medicine!"

He heard Mu Yutang's order to make the medicine boiled, and thought that the clothes would arrive before the medicine, so he changed his clothes and left, so he didn't stop her 'good intentions', never thought that the medicine would arrive before the clothes It's ready before.

"The spring is cold, An Shizi has been wearing wet clothes for such a long time, and the cold air has already entered the body. Ginger soup can only prevent wind and cold, but this bowl of medicine can cure the wind and cold. If Shizi really doesn't want to drink medicine, I won't force it. Tomorrow morning, Don't say I didn't remind Shizi when he was in a daze."

Mu Yutang's voice was light, her tone was calm without any ups and downs, as if she was talking about an ordinary thing.

An Mofeng couldn't guess her purpose, but what she said was right. He had internal energy to protect his body, and he already felt the slightest bit of coldness at this moment. The cold air had already entered his body, and he needed a bowl of medicine to cure the wind and cold.

"This bowl of medicine is just medicine." An Mofeng looked at the porcelain bowl, murmured thoughtfully, vaguely, but Mu Yutang understood: "That's natural." The bowl is just pure Medicine, without adding any irrelevant condiments.

"Okay, I'll drink it." An Mofeng took the medicine bowl, and the strong smell of the medicine rushed into his nostrils in an instant, and he frowned tightly. God knows that he hates drinking this dark medicine the most, but in order to dispel it, The wind and cold must drink this bowl.

Lifting the bowl to his lips, he closed his breath, raised his head and took a sip, then he clenched his teeth: it was bitter and astringent, this anti-cold medicine was really unpalatable, and it also had a vaguely weird taste, unlike the previous ones. The anti-cold medicine was a little different, it was obviously put in other things, and Mu Yutang even lied to him that he hadn't done anything, a nasty little wild cat.

An Mofeng put down the medicine bowl with a snap, a wicked smile stained his jade-like eyes, and Ruyu's fingers lifted up quietly, just as he was about to teach Mu Yutang a lesson, a little maid hurriedly ran away She came in: "Miss, I took the wrong medicine, I took the wrong medicine..."

Mu Yutang frowned: "What's going on?"

Xu was the reason for running all the way. The little girl was out of breath, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and she said intermittently: "There are two kinds of medicine boiled in the kitchen... one is the prolactin of the Wu family's wife... one It's the prince's wind-cold medicine...the two bowls of medicine were placed too close together just now...they got mixed up...the prolactin medicine from Mrs. Wu's family is brought here..."

The little girl's hasty words exploded like a thunderbolt, and An Mofeng was so shocked that she couldn't move for a long time. He said why the taste was so weird, it wasn't that there was something in the medicine, but that what he drank was not wind-cold medicine at all, but prolactin. medicine……

He is an upright man, the Crown Prince of Qinglong Guo'an, who actually drank the woman's...prolactin-promoting medicine. The medicine drank from his mouth, flowed into his stomach through his throat, and entered his intestines...

Thinking of this, An Mofeng suddenly felt his chest throbbing, his body moved, and a series of afterimages floated by. When he looked closely, he was already standing under the big tree in the yard, bent slightly and retched...

Looking at the uncomfortable An Mofeng, Mu Yutang raised her eyebrows: The medicine is thicker than water, it is digested very quickly, it has already been absorbed by the intestines, so she still vomits out, seeing his behavior, she still doesn't want to leave, she needs to go again Add more fire.

Exactly as Mu Yutang said, An Mofeng retched for a long time, tears were about to come out, but he didn't spit out anything. There was only one mouthful of the medicine, and it was fine if he couldn't spit it out. Don't torture yourself, drink more water , Dilute it, there will be no embarrassing symptoms.

Ruyu lightly supported the tree trunk with her fingers, and was about to turn her head, when Mu Yutang and the little maid deliberately lowered their voices to talk behind her.

"Miss, I boiled an extra bowl of prolactin and wind-cold medicine and put them together. The servants couldn't tell which was which. Do you want to give it to Mr. An?"

Mu Yutang: "Of course I have to give him a drink, otherwise he catches a cold and finds the Duke's mansion, and my father will punish me severely."

Little servant girl: "But I don't know which bowl is the wind-cold medicine. It's fine if An Shizi drinks it right, but if he drinks it wrong, he will still get wind-cold medicine."

Mu Yutang: "It's simple, mix half a bowl of wind-cold medicine and half a bowl of prolactin-promoting medicine together, and make a bowl for An Shizi to drink. The half-bowl of wind-cold medicine should be able to resist Xiao Fengchi..."

Cold sweat broke out on An Mofeng's forehead when he heard this: Does Mu Yutang understand the principles of medicine?Wind-cold medicine is used to cure diseases, and prolactin medicine is used to promote lactation. The effects of the medicines are completely different. How can they be mixed together?In case the two medicines resist each other, at least they will drink the patient, and at worst they will drink the dead.

Turning around with a swipe, Mu Yutang was holding a bowl and pouring medicine into the other bowl. In an inconspicuous corner of the bluestone beside him, there were two small pieces of dark brown medicine juice. You don't need to ask. , one is wind-cold medicinal juice, and the other is prolactin medicinal juice. She actually poured half of each of the two medicines, and then mixed them together.

Seeing An Mofeng staring at her, Mu Yutang didn't feel any embarrassment, she smiled slightly and said, "The medicine is too hot, I'll help Shizi raise it to dissipate the heat."

The corners of An Mofeng's mouth twitched. Was she really lying without blushing and taking medicine to cool off?It was clearly mixing prolactin and wind-cold medicine.

While meditating, Mu Yutang came to him with the medicine in person, and said with a smile: "Shizi An, this bowl is the real wind-cold medicine. The medicine is almost cold, drink it quickly!"

The concoction was dark and exuded the peculiar smell of prolactin. An Mofeng raised his eyebrows. This medicine would kill people. How could he die on a bowl of strange medicine.

"I still have something to do, let's take a step first, there's no time to drink the medicine." An Mofeng tapped his feet, and his slender figure flew into the air in an instant, like the wind, quickly drifting away, and a dark light was dyed in the black jade-like eyes : Little wild cat, you are cruel!
(End of this chapter)