As the king of a country, Zhao Surui has heard more compliments than the bricks on the wall of Yanjing City. This is the first time that he has been praised as a Bodhisattva. Moreover, this person is not praising him as an "emperor".

Because of the three words "good Bodhisattva", he was really pleased with Shi Xinmei.

The cup Shi Xinmei was wearing didn't look right at first glance. He glanced at Qian Xiaowu and pointed with his chin at the pile of quilts placed in the corner.

That was the new quilt that Yu Songbai, the censor of the city who was only interested in flattering, brought to him. After all, it was not as good as the ones made by Achi and others. Zhao Surui didn't like it, so Tunan replaced it for him, and now it is used by Shi Xinmei.

Not bad.

Holding the warm satin quilt, Shi Xinmei grinned with her chapped and white lips:

"No Bodhisattva could give me such a good quilt."

She wrapped the quilt tightly around her body and lay beside the wooden fence near Zhao Surui's cell, about to fall asleep.

Zhao Surui glanced at Qian Xiaowu again, and Qian Xiaowu shrank his neck.

So Emperor Zhaode became impatient again: "She hasn't eaten or drank for a few days, you should give her some hot water!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Qian Xiaowu hurriedly went to get the copper pot on the charcoal basin. Zhao Surui thought he was clumsy and threw a wooden bowl for preserved fruits at Qian Xiaowu. "She just boiled the water.

How do you get it in? Isn’t there something ready-made in the pot here?”

Qian Xiaowu originally regarded him as a living king of hell. He was ordered to run around like a gray top without knowing where to turn.

How did Zhao Surui know how to take care of people? One moment he asked Qian Xiaowu to give his snacks to Shi Xinmei, but the next moment he felt that the snacks were too sweet and difficult to digest.

The two of them together were as busy as a thousand troops.

I don’t know if the jailers were frightened, but no one was there to care about them while they were doing this.

In the end, Zhao Surui kicked Qian Xiaowu away and asked him to find a doctor to treat Shi Xinmei.

Qian Xiaowu shrank aside and said carefully: "Shen, Mrs. Shen, the money for medical treatment..."

Taking a deep breath, this was the first time since Zhao Su Rui changed his soul that he truly missed his cat and dog slaves. He sneered and said:

"Aren't there people from the West Factory guarding the outside? Ask them to hire a doctor!"

"Yes Yes!"

Qian Xiaowu stumbled out and ran into Tunan, who was delivering dinner to his girl.

"girl!"

As if he saw a savior, Qian Xiaowu quickly went to tug on Tunan's sleeve, but he didn't pull it.

The ordinary-looking maid asked with a smile: "Master Qian Chai, what's the matter?"

"Then Mr. Shi is ill. Mrs. Shen asked me to ask a doctor."

Tunan still smiled: "Don't worry, sir, I'll go take a look first."

Seeing Tunan, Zhao Surui also breathed a sigh of relief, as if he met a chicken when he didn't do his homework, met his eldest brother when his father wanted to scold him, saw Shen Sanfei when he wanted to eat lamb soup noodles...

"Tunan, come and see if this man is hungry or cold? He didn't open his eyes as soon as he lay down."

Tunan half-bent down, first felt Shi Xinmei's pulse, and then opened her eyelids to take a look.

"Girl, she is frozen. She needs to drink some hot water and drink some medicine."….

Through the wooden fence, Zhao Surui saw Tunan take out a few pills from his purse and give them to Shi Xinmei to eat.

"What did you give her to eat?"

Tunan picked up Shi Xinmei's hand and rubbed her palms to warm it, and said: "This winter is cold, and some people in Zhuangzi are also suffering from frostbite. This is a pill that the girl made from Chuanqiong tea powder.

It can dispel colds, prevent diseases, and eliminate wind syndrome. Girls usually call this Chuanqiong Pill."

Sure enough, the maids of wealthy families all carry such good medicine with them.

Qian Xiaowu was very knowledgeable. When he raised his head, he saw a knowledgeable look on Mrs. Shen's face.

Huh? Isn’t this Mrs. Shen’s medicine?

Tunan didn't care what these two people thought. When Shi Xinmei's hands and feet were warmed by her rubbing, she said to "my girl":

"Please give me some hot soup, girl."

"Just take what you want."

Tunan poured some astragalus chicken soup out of a wooden bowl. The oil on the soup had long been removed. She tore up the dough and soaked it in it, then fed it to Shi Xinmei bit by bit.

"I can still eat. I think I can get through this. After serving the girl for a while, I will go get some medicine for her. I'm afraid she will have a fever tonight. Girl, why don't I sleep here tonight? Bar?"

Zhao Surui refused: "Isn't it just a matter of taking medicine and looking at people? Who can't do it? Why are you sleeping here? There are a lot of women in our house. Who will protect you when you leave?"

Tunan washed his hands and said warmly: "The five Tong brothers have all gone to the city this time, and they have brought with them a few good hands, which are enough to look after the house and the home."

He sat back on the chair, crossed his legs, and returned to his usual uncle appearance. "Since I have entrusted the house to you, your first priority is to take good care of the house. You also said that it is freezing cold in Yanjing City." There are so many people who are sick. If you meet a sick person and leave your post to take care of him, how can I still do errands for you?"

Tunan thought for a while, then smiled and saluted him: "That's right, girl. I was the slave who was negligent. Then this one..."

"Isn't it me? What's so difficult about watching people drink medicine?"

Zhao Surui raised his thumb and pointed at himself.

"Three wastes, three wastes, three wastes! This man is burning hot!"

At the second watch, before Shen Shiqing had time to ask Emperor Zhaode about his feelings in prison, he heard a bunch of shouts.

Who? What is burning hot?

Shen Shiqing put down the ink pen in his hand, stood up slowly and moved his shoulders.

"Your Majesty, aren't you in jail?"

At this time, Zhao Surui had forced Qian Xiaowu to open Shi Xinmei's cell door. Qian Xiaowu was holding a lantern. He leaned over and looked at Shi Xinmei's face. He could only see that her face was flushed, and she seemed to be very hot and cold. The fingers holding the quilt turned blue.

Emperor Zhaode, who was wise, powerful, light and strong, almost had his brows knotted:

"Shen Sanfei, I have sent someone to find the doctor. Do you have any medicine that is better than Chuanqiong Pill? Give her some!"

"Chuan Qiong Pill is a medicine to dispel cold. Did the person with the fever suffer from cold before? In this case, your Majesty, please protect him from getting cold again."

After hearing this, Zhao Surui immediately looked at Qian Xiaowu:

"Hurry up and get more quilts to wrap people up! Get a brazier over here!"….

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Qian Xiaowu's butt felt like it was on fire, and he quickly picked up the quilt he had been covering up all night.

Zhao Surui was furious: "What use can this thing do?"

Seeing that the other jailers were hiding far away and not daring to come forward, Zhao Surui frowned:

"You guys come here and carry her to my cell!"

The other people looked at each other, and because of the power of "Mrs. Shen", they finally did as they were told.

Zhao Surui covered Shi Xinmei with the quilt on his bed, and surrounded her with his four braziers as if they were done in a traditional way.

"Okay, she won't catch a cold anymore."

Wrapped in his ermine cloak, Zhao Surui sat on a desk chair:

"So what?"

Shen Shiqing said calmly: "Waiting for the doctor."

Zhao Surui: "...You can't handle it for her anymore?"

"Your Majesty, I have nothing in common. Even if I am a god, I cannot treat people's illnesses. What's more, my little medical skills can only be read from books. Your Majesty, if you ask me to see people, you might as well let me see them. Horses, at least I have treated them for more diseases than people."

horse?

Zhao Surui sneered: "Shen Sanfei, when did this happen, why did you suddenly raise your horse?"

After saying that, he was stunned again.

When is this?

It's just that a woman who has been in jail many times is sick, so what does it have to do with him?

What? When someone else calls him "Good Bodhisattva", he really

Do you feel like you have saved all sentient beings?

"Shen Sanfei, what did you hear from my words?"

After his mind calmed down, Zhao Surui picked up the small hand stove and put it back in his arms.

On the other side, Shen Shiqing was smiling: "Your Majesty, I didn't hear anything. Your Majesty, even if you are in jail, you have everything to do."

Zhao Surui's brows jumped: "You are having a strange yin and yang with me again!"

"Your Majesty, I sincerely praise you, but you must not misinterpret my thoughts." Shen Shiqing, who was standing in the Qianqing Palace, walked briskly. Listening to Emperor Zhaode's shouts made her feel relaxed. A lot.

Shen Shiqing wanted to pay homage to the elders she had known since childhood, but she had to do so under many disguises. The joys and sorrows involved were really hard to describe. Fortunately, there was still someone in the world who knew who she was.

Even though this person was Zhao Dasha who called her Shen Sanfei.

Zhao Dasha sent himself to jail.
To be continued...