In the small courtyard.
Golden chrysanthemums fell all over the ground.
Luo Qingzhou chased into the house.
Bai Ling hurriedly chased after him and said, "Son-in-law, wait, you can't go in! The young lady is bathing inside."
Upon hearing this, Luo Qingzhou immediately stopped at the door.
Then he stepped out, stood under the eaves, looked at her and asked, "What happened to Xia Chan?"
Bai Ling glanced around the room and said, "I don't know either."
Luo Qingzhou looked into her eyes with a serious expression.
Seeing that he looked fierce, Bailing could only say weakly, "Chanchan seems to be sick. She doesn't look very good, and she has been retching all day."
Luo Qingzhou frowned and said, "Go find a doctor."
Bai Ling said with embarrassment: "Chanchan is very stubborn and won't let the doctor see her. If a doctor gets close to her, she will draw her sword."
Luo Qingzhou said: "She won't do that as long as I'm here. Go ahead."
Bailing glanced at him, said "Oh", turned around and left in a hurry.
Luo Qingzhou stood under the eaves, his heart pounding.
After a while.
Miss Qin came out of the room in a snow-white dress with wet hair. She looked at him and said, "She's fine. Go check on her in the room."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Miss."
After saying this, he walked into the house without looking away, and smelled a faint fragrance like that of a lotus.
Come to the door of the room.
He raised his head and knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.
He pushed it directly and the door opened.
Just as he was about to go in, he looked back and saw that Miss Qin, who was standing at the door, had turned around and left, going to the back garden.
Luo Qingzhou looked at her cold and beautiful back, stunned for a moment, then entered the room.
The room was dark and the curtains were drawn.
Xia Chan hugged her knees, holding the sword in her arms, and sat quietly in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall, motionless.
Seeing him come in, she slowly raised her head and looked at him blankly.
Luo Qingzhou walked over, squatted in front of her, and asked softly: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
As he said this, he reached out and touched her forehead.
The body temperature is normal and there is no fever.
However, there was a hint of paleness on that delicate face.
"How's your appetite these past two days? Apart from retching, have you had any other reactions?"
Luo Qingzhou asked again.
Xia Chan stared at him blankly for a while and shook her head slightly.
Luo Qingzhou walked up to her, sat down next to her, and said, "I'll ask Bailing to find a doctor. Let the doctor take a look later, okay?"
Xia Chan shook her head: "No, don't."
Luo Qingzhou held her cold little hand and said softly, "Chanchan, listen to your uncle, I will tell you a story, okay?"
Xia Chan's little hand struggled a few times in the palm of her hand, but failed to break free. She turned her pretty face away and said, "No, this is not good."
Luo Qingzhou stared at her pretty profile for a while, then leaned over and kissed her cheek, then asked, "Is it okay?"
Xia Chan shuddered slightly, clenched her other hand into a small fist, turned her head and glared at him, "Kiss me again, and I'll beat you."
Luo Qingzhou kissed her little mouth, then held her in his arms and kissed her tightly.
Xia Chan struggled and trembled, pinching his arm with her other hand, but her strength quickly weakened and her body quickly became limp...
Soon, she had already slumped in his arms, her face flushed, her eyes blurred, and she stood still and let him pick her...
In the back garden.
The golden sunset fills the garden.
A young girl in a snow-white dress stood quietly in front of the railing of the pavilion, with no emotion on her face. It was unknown what she was thinking.
When Bailing came back slowly with a white-haired old woman, Xia Chan had already taken off her shoes and socks and was lying motionless on the bed. The blush on her cheeks had not yet faded, and the confusion in her eyes was still charming.
Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the window, holding her sword in her hand.
The sword was unsheathed, the window was opened, and the light from outside shone in. The blade was cold, and the ruby embedded in the blade was shining, which was particularly charming.
Bailing was stunned for a moment when she saw the quiet and harmonious scene in the room, then Fang brought the old woman in.
The old woman walked to the window, sat down on a stool, leaned over and carefully observed the girl's face, eyes, and breathing on the bed for a while, then stretched out her hand and began to feel her pulse.
Xia Chan lay there, eyes still open, motionless, without resistance, nor drawing her sword to hurt anyone like she had done before.
Of course, she no longer had a sword in her hand.
Bai Ling looked surprised and puzzled. She walked to the window and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, what's going on? Why did Chanchan suddenly become so obedient? How did you persuade her?"
Luo Qingzhou put the sword back into the scabbard, turned his head and looked at her and said, "Do you want to know?"
Bailing nodded quickly, with an expression of humbly seeking advice on her face.
Luo Qingzhou said: "I won't tell you."
Bai Ling: “…”
"snort!"
She snorted coldly, pouted her lips, ignored him, turned around and walked to the window, and asked impatiently: "Doctor, what happened to Chanchan? Is it..."
The old woman tilted her head, wrinkling her forehead, and carefully felt the girl's pulse for a while, then said, "This illness is a bit strange. The girl seems to have a lot of coldness in her body. I have never seen this kind of pulse before, so I really can't tell what the illness is. As for the retching you mentioned... Didn't she eat well these days? She probably has a stomach disease. If she doesn't eat properly, she will vomit, but she won't be able to vomit anything."
Bai Ling quickly said, "Yes, doctor, Chanchan has seldom eaten in the past few days."
The old woman stood up and said, "For the cold body disease, I can't do anything. For the stomach disease, I can prescribe a medicine. You can go get it and boil it for her to eat."
Bai Ling quickly said, "Thank you, doctor."
The old woman went to the table, opened the medicine box, took out paper and pen, ground ink, and wrote down a prescription.
Luo Qingzhou walked closer and took a look. There were words on it saying "ginseng, atractylodes, poria, licorice, tangerine peel, pinellia" and other medicines.
"Boiled into a soup, twice a day, it can replenish qi and strengthen the spleen, raise yang and benefit the stomach, and clear away heat and dampness."
The old woman gave the prescription to Bailing.
Bailing took the prescription, turned around and said crisply, "Sir, take the money."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, took out a piece of silver from his pocket and handed it to her: "Is it enough?"
Bai Ling weighed it and was about to say it was not enough, but the old woman smiled and said, "It's enough, it's enough even for the medicine, and there's some left over."
Bai Ling had no choice but to put away the silver and said, "Uncle, please help look after Chanchan. I'll go see the doctor off and get some medicine."
Luo Qingzhou nodded.
Bailing took the old woman away and turned back at the door to warn her: "Son-in-law, don't bully Chanchan when she's not around!"
Luo Qingzhou ignored her.
After they left, Luo Qingzhou went over to close the door, walked to the bed and sat down, and asked softly: "Chanchan, why don't you eat well these days?"
Xia Chan closed her eyes and did not answer.
Luo Qingzhou placed the sword in his hand next to her, stood up and said, "Wait, I will go to the kitchen to make you something to eat. You must eat later, otherwise I will sit here and not leave tonight."
After saying that, he left the room and went straight to the kitchen.
Xia Chan lay on the bed, slowly opened her eyes, and clenched her sword.
In the kitchen.
Song Ruyue was wearing an apron and cooking in the kitchen.
Mei'er, Qing'er and others were all helping out nearby.
After Luo Qingzhou entered the kitchen, several maids looked at him in surprise.
Mei'er said quickly, "Madam, the son-in-law is here."
Song Ruyue was tasting the soup in the pot with a spoon. She was startled when she heard the words, turned her head to look at the door, and then frowned and said, "Qingzhou, why are you here? You are a scholar, you are clean, this place is full of grease, get out quickly."
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to say, "Mother-in-law, I want to take some ingredients back and ask Xiaodie to help me make porridge."
Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and said, "Do you like porridge? I'll make it for you later, and get out now."
Luo Qingzhou said: "I want to get some materials and let Xiaodie try her hand."
Seeing that the soup in the pot was almost done, Song Ruyue didn't want to waste time talking to him anymore, and said impatiently, "Okay, okay, let Mei'er take it for you, and don't touch it. Your hands are for writing and taking the imperial examination, so don't let them get stained with oil."
Mei'er hurried to the door and asked, "Sir, what materials do you want?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "White rice, green vegetables, preserved eggs, and lean meat."
After thinking for a while, he glanced at the ingredients in the kitchen and said, "Dried fragrant mushrooms and dried shrimps."
Mei'er was stunned and asked in confusion, "Didn't the son-in-law want to make porridge? Wouldn't rice or millet be enough?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "Go get it."
Mei'er looked at him strangely and said, "Oh, Master, please go back first. I will take it over later."
Luo Qingzhou didn't say anything more. He glanced at his busy mother-in-law again and left the kitchen.
Return to the Exiled Immortal Residence.
Xiaodie was collecting the quilts that were drying in the yard. Her petite body was carrying the quilts, and her feet were almost invisible.
Luo Qingzhou hurried over to help her carry her into the house and said, "Go to the kitchen and clean the pot. Light up the fire. I'll make you some porridge later."
Xiaodie opened her eyes wide and said, "Master, are you going to make porridge? No, no, you can't go into the kitchen. Your hands are..."
"Stop talking nonsense and go!"
Luo Qingzhou's face darkened.
Xiaodie glanced at him weakly and said, "Oh."
Smoke soon began to billow from the kitchen chimney.
Luo Qingzhou entered the kitchen and washed the eucalyptus wood, knife and other items under clean water for a long time.
Then I washed the pot several times.
Xiaodie was filling the firewood. Seeing his skilled appearance, she couldn't help but ask, "Master, have you made Madam angry again? Madam didn't cook for us tonight?"
Luo Qingzhou held back his laughter when he heard this, nodded seriously, and said, "Yes."
Xiaodie sighed softly, glanced at his expression, and dared not say anything else.
Not long.
Mei'er brought all the materials over.
Xiaodie wanted to ask her why her wife was angry, but she didn't dare to open her mouth.
Mei'er put her things down, glanced at the two of them, and left in a hurry.
Luo Qingzhou began to wash the rice and put it into the pot, then cut the meat, vegetables and preserved eggs and placed them on a plate aside.
"Xiao Die, heat up the other pot as well. Remember to keep the heat on low."
Luo Qingzhou gave an order, poured out the dried angelica and dried shrimps, began to rinse them with water, then drained them and placed them on a plate.
When the pot was heated, he poured the drained angelica and dried shrimps into the pot and started stir-frying.
"Xiaodie, turn down the fire."
"oh."
Xiaodie quickly removed the firewood inside.
Luo Qingzhou stir-fried quickly to prevent the pot from boiling.
After a while, an enticing fragrance filled the entire kitchen and then drifted away.
"Sir, it smells so good."
Xiaodie swallowed her saliva and stared at the slightly burnt dried angelica and dried shrimps in the pot with shining eyes.
Luo Qingzhou quickly stir-fried it for a while, then said, "Okay, turn off the heat."
He scooped up the stuff, poured it into a medicine pounding machine, and began to grind it into powder to make the simplest MSG.
"Sir, the porridge is almost ready."
Xiaodie opened the lid of the pot and shouted, then said, "Oh, sir, you put too much water, it's too watery."
Luo Qingzhou said: "Keep simmering, lower the heat."
Then pour in the chopped lean meat, preserved eggs and vegetables and mix well.
Soon, the fragrance filled the entire kitchen and courtyard.
Xiaodie's mouth was drooling, staring at the pot and said, "Sir, this is the first time I've seen these things poured into porridge and cooked together. It smells so good."
"There will be something more fragrant later."
Luo Qingzhou ground the dried shrimp and shiitake mushrooms, and waited for a while. When he saw the water in the pot starting to decrease and the porridge becoming thicker and stickier, he sprinkled the dried shrimp and shiitake mushroom powder into the porridge.
After stirring, he said, "Continue to simmer on low heat."
Xiaodie filled the wood, drooling all the way along, her face full of greed and excitement as she said, "Sir, it smells so good, I want to have a bite."
"Wait a little longer, until the porridge is as thick as it can be and all the flavors are blended together."
Luo Qingzhou began to stir.
The rich fragrance drifted out of the kitchen, out of the courtyard, and onto the road outside.
Then it floated to the Lingchan Moon Palace along with the evening breeze.
Miss Qin, who was sitting in a daze in the back garden, suddenly twitched her nose, turned her head and looked in the direction of the Exiled Immortal Residence.
There was smoke coming out of the chimney.
And in the small garden of Meixiang.
Nangong Meijiao had already taken a shower, changed into a purple dress, and dried her black hair.
Mei'er came over and called them to eat.
Nangong Meijiao was flipping through Miss Qin's books and said, "I'm not very hungry, Weimo, why don't you go eat by yourself."
Qin Weimo pulled her aside and said, "That won't work. My mother is cooking for us tonight. If you don't go to eat, she will be unhappy."
Nangong Meijiao had no choice but to put down the book and go out with her.
"Mei'er, did you call your uncle?"
Qin Weimo asked.
Mei'er said, "Not yet. I'll go and call them right away."
Then he smiled and said, "My son-in-law went to the kitchen earlier and took some ingredients, saying that he wanted Xiaodie to learn how to cook. When Madam heard that my son-in-law wanted to eat porridge, she specially cooked a pot of white rice porridge. It was so delicious."
Nangong Meijiao couldn't help but curl her lips and said, "Aunt is so nice to that guy."
Qin Weimo said: "Mei'er, you go back first, Sister Meijiao and I will go and call him."
Mei'er said: "And the eldest lady..."
Qin Weimo smiled and said, "Let's go and shout."
Mei'er said "Oh" and turned away.
Qin Weimo and Nangong Meijiao, along with Qiu'er and Zhu'er, headed towards the Exiled Immortal Residence.
Before they reached the door, several people suddenly twitched their noses and showed puzzled expressions on their faces.
"Miss, it smells so good! Where does the fragrance come from?"
Zhu'er sniffed hard again, and the saliva in her mouth flowed out unconsciously.
Qiu'er was also swallowing her saliva.
Qin Weimo raised his head in confusion and looked towards the Exiled Immortal Residence.
Nangong Meijiao saw the smoke coming out of there at a glance, and asked in surprise, "Are they cooking? What smells so good?"
"There is the aroma of rice porridge, and..."
Qin Weimo frowned and said quickly: "Meijiao, let's go and take a look."
And at this time.
In the dining room in front, Song Ruyue was looking at the exquisite dishes she made on the table with a smile on her face, and said proudly: "Master, I made them all myself, don't they smell good?"
Qin Wenzheng sniffed it and nodded, "It smells good."