A lantern is lit every three steps in the courtyard, making the courtyard brighter as daylight.

Rejecting the followers of the two palace maids, Song Wanyue slowly walked around, and while no one was paying attention, opened the note in her hand, finished reading the contents, rolled the note, put it in her mouth, chewed it a few times, swallowed it, looked up at the sky, and then turned around and walked back.

He said to the palace maid who had just put on her cloak, "I see the weather will change tomorrow. My sister went to the Imperial Hospital and said I wanted some wind-proof medicine and took it back and let everyone drink some."

The palace maids were very happy. Those who were slaves were afraid of the cold and then walked out quickly after they bowed their knees.

There were people on duty at the Imperial Hospital for twelve hours. When they heard that it was Song Wanyue's herbs to prevent wind and cold, they gave her a large bag without saying a word.

The palace maid took it back and put it in the kitchen.

Song Wanyue watched the fire personally.

...

After dinner, I talked for a while. Seeing that the emperor was tired, Concubine Xiao Xian and the prince were serving the emperor to lie down before they returned to the palace.

As soon as he entered the palace gate, he smelled the medicine. Concubine Xiao Xian paused slightly, "What's going on? Who's sick?"

Song Wanyue just came out of the kitchen and heard it just in time and replied with a smile, "I watched the weather change tomorrow, so I asked them to go to the Imperial Hospital to get wind-proof medicine and give them drinks."

Concubine Xiao Xian's heart suddenly raised slowly and slowly fell back, and she smiled and said, "I want to drink a bowl after boiling it. The medicine made by Miss Song is particularly effective."

"The Empress praised it."

"I don't praise it. This is the fact. If the prince had smallpox, if you hadn't boiled medicine every day and let the palace servants who served him drink it, maybe no one in the palace would be left. Your medical skills are higher than those in the Imperial Hospital, and the medicines they cooked must be more effective than them. Let them drink a bowl of each person in a while."

The palace people are eager to do it.

After the medicine was boiled, I served two bowls for Concubine Xiao Xian and Song Wanyue. The remaining one served a bowl, which was not bitter, and even had a little sweet taste. Only Miss Song could boil the wind-proof medicine like this.

One hour later, the palace was silent.

Even the palace maids who were on duty slept like dead pigs.

Song Wanyue came out of the house and walked to the door of Concubine Xiao Xian's room, and said softly, "Empress."

The door was opened, and Concubine Xiao Xian stood at the door with her shirt alone.

"Please give me the pills and give me a few handkerchiefs you often use."

Concubine Xiao Xian turned around and went in, and then came out and was dressed neatly, holding pills and veils in her hand.

Seeing this, Song Wanyue didn't say anything else, turned around and went to the kitchen, added water and set fire. After the water boiled, she put the pills in and melted them, put a few handkerchiefs in and cooked them thoroughly, and carefully took them out and dried them.

Concubine Xiao Xian stood aside with a shame, feeling full of care.

The next morning, Song Wanyue was called to the emperor's bedroom.

The hospital was in the Imperial Hospital and had not returned. He came here at dawn. After treating the emperor's pulse, he waited for Song Wanyue to come.

Song Wanyue yawned one by one, and tears came out.

"Miss Song didn't sleep well last night?"

Song Wanyue nodded, "I'm a little unaccustomed."

The hospital chief felt the same way. He couldn't sleep well after changing places, but because he was old, Song Wanyue should have fallen asleep when she lie down... Perhaps because he had to boil medicine for the emperor, he was too stressed.

"Why don't I do it today, you're watching."

"OK."

Song Wanyue nodded.

The hospital was about to prepare medicinal materials, and Eunuch Huang quickly walked over to stop him, "The ratio of medicinal materials is not careless. Let Miss Song do it yourself, so as not to make any mistakes and delay the emperor's recovery."

Eunuch Huang is the emperor's personal eunuch. His meaning is the emperor's meaning. Yuanzheng naturally knew this. Yuanzheng didn't dare to take action and let go of the position.

Song Wanyue yawned again, then walked over and sat down, prepared the needed medicinal materials in proportion, and signaled the imperial physician next to her to boil it.

"Miss Song didn't sleep well?"

Eunuch Huang asked with staring at her dark circles.

Song Wanyue nodded weakly, "I've changed my place and I'm a little uncomfortable."

"When Miss Song treated the prince's smallpox, she didn't hear that she couldn't sleep?"

Song Wanyue looked at him squintedly, "What does Eunuch Huang mean?"

"Oh, I just said it casually, Miss Song must not be angry."

"Of course I'm not angry because it's not worth it."

Eunuch Huang's face froze.

"The prince gets smallpox. If he is not careful, he may lose his life. The hospital and I studied the prescription all night and slept less. If Eunuch Huang doesn't believe it, please ask the hospital."

The hospital nodded in cooperation, "Miss Song is right, we have been studying the prescription."

To be precise, it was probably because he was studying it himself, but he couldn't say this in front of Eunuch Huang. The emperor was dissatisfied with him, and if he heard it again, his court would have done his best.

"The emperor is different. I just need to make up the medicinal materials according to the ancient prescription. Do Eunuch Huang have any doubts?"

"Oh, look at me, I said the wrong thing, it's time to call me."

As he said that, he really slapped himself, "Miss Song, don't be as knowledgeable as me."

Song Wanyue snorted, and Eunuch Huang retreated awkwardly to the door of the bedroom.

After the medicine was boiled, pour in the same boiled saliva. The yard was just taking it in. After watching Eunuch Huang feed the emperor, he stared at the emperor's mouth with good eyes.

After a quarter of an hour, there was no change at all.

He was a little anxious, and forced himself to hold back and wait for another half a minute. Seeing that there was no change yet, he turned around and went out, "Miss Song, is there something wrong with the medicine today? The emperor has not changed any of it."

Song Wanyue swallowed the tea that had just been drunk in her mouth, "You are concerned about it and it will be messy. The effect was fast yesterday because the emperor took the medicine for the first time, just like we were sick on weekdays. As long as the right symptoms are right, the first medicine will be the fastest."

The yard slapped his forehead, but that's not the case, it's because he was too impatient.

He hurried back to the bedroom again. Seeing that the emperor's face was a little bad, he quickly said Song Wanyue, "Your Majesty, don't be impatient, wait a little longer."

The emperor's face calmed down a little.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, the Yuan was just feeling that the emperor's mouth had changed, but when he looked carefully, he felt that there was no such thing. He was not sure for a moment and spoke carefully, "Please say something to the emperor."

"A bunch of waste!"

It's clearer than yesterday.

The court was very happy and completely ignored the emperor's words just now.

The emperor himself also felt that his dissatisfaction was not as big as yesterday's change, but he did not show it on his face, "Is the medicine today the same as yesterday?"

"If you go back to the emperor, it's right."

"You ask Song Wanyue, can you increase the dosage next time?"

The yard went out to ask, and came back soon, "Miss Song said that it was not written on the ancient formula, but if the emperor insisted on trying it, he could also try it."
Chapter completed!