Although Qin Zhou was attacked at the summer resort, he had no intention of returning to the palace. This prompted a group of ministers to rush over and kneel at the gate of Qin Zhou's courtyard early in the morning to beg to see her and invite her back.
It was rare for Murong Jin to come over. How could Qin Zhou be willing to go back? She finally managed to deal with this group of people and took care of some government affairs before she had time to come over to Fan Qingyi in the afternoon.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Fan Qingyi sitting in the yard basking in the sun and playing with his ring, looking very comfortable.
"Fan Zhuangshi, how are you today?"
When Fan Qingyi saw that Qin Zhou was coming, he stood up and saluted.
"Thanks to Your Majesty, the civilian's injuries are okay." After saying that, he covered his chest with his hand and coughed twice.
His skin color was already fair, and his lips had no color, so he coughed so many times that it felt serious.
Qin Zhou hurriedly helped him up and said with a worried look: "The imperial doctor said that the poison of the assassin has been resolved, but after all, his vitality has been damaged, and he will not recover in a few months. You don't have to treat me when you see me before you recover." I bowed."
"The common people obey your orders." Fan Qingyi's lips curled up slightly. Qin Zhou's words were exactly what he wanted.
The two of them sat down with their own thoughts, and the eunuch beside them placed the tonic soup in their hands.
"This is the Shiquan Dabu Decoction that I specially ordered for you. Drink it while it's hot." Qin Zhou took it out with his own hands and handed it to Fan Qingyi.
"The common people thank your Majesty." The majestic king of a country actually served him soup with his own hands. Fan Qingyi thanked him and took it.
Before entering the mouth, Fan Qingyi smelled a sweet and greasy smell. Looking at the medicine in the bowl, it was dark and shiny, just like petroleum mixed with pure dark chocolate sauce.
Fan Qingyi's face was a little stiff. He didn't like sweets the most. This dark bowl looked a bit hard to swallow, but because Qin Zhou was staring at him with a look on his face that seemed to be very expectant...
After holding her breath and drinking it all in one gulp, Fan Qingyi almost didn't stop here.
If the poison in the soul-stealing ring in his hand hadn't been detected, he would really have thought it was a bowl of poison.
This so-called Shiquan Dabu Decoction is quite refreshing and has endless aftertaste. Numb, spicy, greasy, and bitter, it's comparable to swallowing several kilograms of nearly lumpy chili dark chocolate oil.
"Fan Zhuangshi, how do you feel? This is specially prepared by the imperial doctors. All the ingredients are of the best quality. Ten pots can be boiled into one bowl. The effect should be good, right?" This bowl of Shiquan Dabu Decoction was strongly requested by the ministers. What Qin Zhou drank was said to be a secret recipe passed down by the desert royal family a long time ago. The imperial doctors read through various classics and spent several hours finally brewing it. It is thought that the curative effect should be quite significant.
Fan Qingyi drank two cups of tea before he recovered. His voice was a little hoarse: "Caomin, I feel fine."
"I see that the color on your face has indeed improved a lot. If you hadn't been able to drink more of this tonic, I would have asked the Imperial Hospital to send you a bowl every day. Forget about the soup, let the imperial kitchen prepare more suitable medicinal meals." Qin Zhou was very satisfied and turned sideways to give orders to the eunuchs beside him.
"Ahem, cough, cough! No... no need, the common people also think that one bowl is enough. The meals should be as usual, otherwise the common people are afraid of overdoing it." Fan Qingyi almost choked to death on the tea.
If Qin Zhou's expression wasn't really serious, he would have thought that she was seeking revenge rather than repaying kindness.
Qin Zhou thought for a while and then agreed. She was also afraid that Fan Qingyi would not be compensated.
The two of them stopped talking for a while, and the air suddenly became quiet.
"Your Majesty..."
"Fan Zhuangshi..."
(End of chapter)