Chapter 49: Danger of being beaten to death

Xiao Jingzhao waved his hand and said, "Go back first. I'll talk to her another day."

Now that the palace is full of crises, he is unwilling to let Suisui mother and son take risks with him. After he has settled the situation, it will not be too late to discuss with her to take Suisui back, but they have to be arranged separately.

Xiao Jingzhao took the lead and flew down from the tree.

"Yes, how can our young master live outside? He must go back and be raised by the princess."

Before Xiang Yang finished speaking, Xiang Song pulled him and flew down.

"If you don't speak, no one will think you are mute."

Silently all the way, the three of them returned to the palace.

That night, Xiao Jingzhao couldn't sleep, and the image of the mother and son always appeared in his mind.

The next day.

As soon as Jiang Shuyue arrived at Jishi Hall, a woman with a round figure and rich clothes came outside.

"Miss Jiang, do you remember me? We met in the academy."

Jiang Shuyue smiled slightly, raised her hand and made a gesture to sit down. The woman thanked her and sat down opposite Jiang Shuyue.

"Now that you've figured it out, you still decide to let Master Ling lose weight?"

Upon hearing Jiang Shuyue's straightforward words, the woman glanced at the maid standing beside her.

She smiled brightly and said, "You see, Miss Jiang has such a good memory and she really remembers me."

"Our wife is a blessed person, of course the girl will remember it."

Jiang Shuyue: "..."

This maid is also very good at talking.

"Girl, my young master is busy with homework in the academy and cannot go to the hospital in person. Can you wait until the academy is on vacation and ask the girl to come to the house to prescribe a prescription?"

The maid spoke eloquently and explained the purpose of the master and servant's visit in one breath.

Jiang Shuyue shook her head: "No, I already met Mr. Ling that day in the academy. He has a constitution of phlegm and dampness. I can give you the prescription to remove dampness right now."

That day, when the old doctor next to her looked at the child, Jiang Shuyue paid special attention to his tongue.

The tongue is enlarged, with obvious tooth marks on both sides, and the coating is white and thick, which is a typical phlegm-damp constitution.

The woman smiled warmly and said, "Then I'll help you, girl."

Jiang Shuyue wrote two prescriptions in total, one to remove moisture and the other to provide food intake for three meals a day.

Jiang Shuyue pointed at the list with food intake: "You must eat according to the food intake listed here every day, but not more, otherwise Hua Tuo will not be able to lose weight in his next life."

The maid showed the prescription to the woman.

"Miss Jiang, isn't this food intake a bit small? There are also these vegetables that children don't like to eat."

The woman frowned as she read the words above, and the hesitation on her face was clearly visible.

Thinking of her son's resolute attitude, the woman said again: "I'll take it back and try it."

Her son liked eating meat and cakes so much that the woman concluded that her son would not be able to endure it.

Jiang Shuyue also gave some instructions, such as asking the children to exercise more.

This time, Jiang Shuyue only charged the woman one tael of silver for consultation.

When she returned to the courtyard to rest at noon, she lay half-ly on the couch and thought hard.

How difficult is it to lose weight? She has seen too many cases of failure. She needs to think about the recipe for weight loss tea.

It is both convenient and easy to accept.

In the south wing, Su Jinhui received the painting given to her by Jiang Shuyue.

She took it out and read it every day.

The writing and ink flow are like running water, the coloring is of appropriate shades and just right, and the lines are smooth. At first glance, it is written by everyone.

Seeing that her daughter couldn't put it down, Aunt Su suggested, "Since you like it, why not frame it and hang it?"

"Mom, when we have our own home, my daughter will frame it and hang it in dad's study."

It would be a pity to have such a good calligraphy hanging in the boudoir.

Aunt Su smiled with satisfaction, her daughter was sensible and filial.

Thinking that her daughter's marriage had not yet been settled, Aunt Su sighed secretly.

At this time, a figure passed by in the garden in the distance, and Aunt Su took a closer look.

It's Nangong Zeyue, such a fresh and handsome man with a beautiful face. Isn't this a man who is hard to find even with a lantern?

Aunt Su's eyebrows were filled with joy, and she turned to ask Su Hui: "Hui'er, what do you think of Mr. Nangong?"

Su Hui didn't understand what her mother meant when she asked this question, so she told the truth: "He robbed the rich and gave to the poor, and he lived up to his reputation as a master thief. His martial arts skills are still a bit lacking. If one day he encounters a tough challenge, he will have the skills of a three-legged cat." , in danger of being beaten to death.”

"Hey! My silly girl, what do you think of him? Is he a good match?"

Su Hui walked to the door and looked into the garden, and saw Nangong Zeyue hugging Suisui and chasing butterflies in the garden, making Suisui giggle.

Su Hui looked away, with a smile on her lips: "This man sometimes gives people a bohemian feeling, but he is really good to Sui Sui, as long as my sister is willing."

"If he is a tolerant or well-behaved person, or a noble young master from a wealthy family, my sister is the mother of a child after all. Even if he likes her, he will still have concerns. Even if he is discerning, he knows My sister is no ordinary woman.”

Aunt Su was confused by Su Hui's words. Why didn't she think of this? Looking back on these days, didn't Mr. Nangong always revolve around the years?

Looking up at the garden, Nangong Zeyue was having fun with Suisui.

But no, if someone didn't know, they would definitely praise him as a loving father.

Aunt Su put away her inappropriate thoughts and nodded: "Mom, listen to Hui'er, as long as Yue'er likes it, I think Sui Sui and he are very close to each other. When your father comes back, I will prepare a table of wine and food for you." Your dad wants to find out what he means."

In the afternoon, a dark cloud surged up from the sky, like a black curtain, instantly covering the warm sun.

Before dusk, it rained heavily, and pedestrians on the street took shelter under the eaves of the shops.

Two quarters of an hour later, Jiang Shuyue saw that the rain had subsided and the patients in the medical center had also left.

"Uncle Xu, you go back to the house first, I will be back in a moment."

"Girl, are you waiting for the person who delivers the medicinal materials to arrive? If Yu is not here, Xu Dong will come out to pick you up later."

Jiang Shuyue often leaves the hospital very late, and everyone is used to it.

After Uncle Xu and his son left, Jiang Shuyue closed the door.

She opened the medicine cabinet drawer and added herbs one by one.

After finishing what she was doing, she walked towards the backyard and then ducked into the space.

The green sweet potato seedlings are up to four feet long. If the weather is good, we can deliver another sweet potato seedling to the victims in the last few days of late spring.

She used her mind to clear the space for the sweet potato seedlings, then walked towards the spiritual soil where the potatoes were planted and pulled up one.

Oval potatoes rose in response.

Jiang Shuyue was surprised. The potatoes grew so fast in the spiritual soil.

After finding some space and opening the sack to put the potatoes in, she suddenly remembered those seeds.

She took out the vegetable planting diagram Su Hui drew for her and selected several common seeds.

In order to replenish everyone's health, she took away only a few chickens in the space.

After picking up a basket of eggs and leaving the space, it was already nightfall.

There is no moon in the sky after the rain.

Jiang Shuyue was about to take out the fire seal when there was a knock on the door.