"Let's hide it first, I will bear it if the Empress blames you."

Nie Zheng made a decision without hesitation.

In his hand, he was holding another letter, and the note was almost deformed.

This letter is completely different from the content written in the letter to Feng Wuyou to report to Ping'an.

Starting three days ago, the bamboo tube has been filled with double content.

The different shapes of the bamboo tube on the feet of the eagle are meant to be given to different people.

Three days ago he received a letter saying: The emperor is sick, don’t tell the empress.

Yesterday, the disease began to attack.

Today, the condition has changed a little.

Although the doctors in Yiyang City tried their best to prescribe decoctions, they did not take much effect.

And all these things were ordered by Xiao Jinglan to be told that Feng Wuyou should not be told.

Yun Wei looked at Nie Zheng and suddenly his eyes turned slightly red.

"The Empress will definitely find a recipe for treating the epidemic."

After saying this, he bowed to Nie Zheng: "I will leave."

He can't help studying prescriptions, but doing his own job is the biggest help.

In the tent, Feng Wuyou closed the medical book that he had read several times, but opened a small box next to him.

A thick stack of letters was piled up in the box, and Feng Wuyou only took out the top three.

Military information, romance, private conversation.

When did Xiao Jinglan’s letters get so fixed?

This was either not written by him... It was impossible. Feng Wuyou recognized his words, and this was indeed Xiao Jinglan's work.

Or... it's him deliberately covering up something.

When people want to hide something, they will try every means not to mention it.

Xiao Jinglan did not mention the epidemic.

Such an important thing doesn’t mention a word in the letter?

Feng Wuyou clenched his hand and suddenly pinched the letter paper tightly.

But soon, she smoothed the paper again.

Xiao Jinglan, that idiot, a machismo idiot.

If he doesn't say it, will she be fine?

If she really believed it, but suddenly heard the bad news, that would be the one that would die, okay?

Idiot, idiot, idiot, dog man... Feng Wuyou cursed one by one in his belly.

Almost all the swear words she knew in her life.

But while cursing, the paper was spread out and writing letters on the paper.

"Xiao Jinglan, don't you dare to ask me if I have any prescriptions for treatment?

Let me tell you, I will definitely develop it. I am the queen of Yanyun, and I will definitely be able to protect the safety of the people in this area.

I will ask you next time I want to ask, there is no need to evade and write so many irrelevant things.

Also, next time I act like a hooligan in the letter, I will let you stay for three years of widows."

After finishing writing, he folded the letter with a calm face and shouted loudly.

"Empress..." Nie Zheng stepped forward.

Feng Wuyou handed him the bamboo tube that had been put on the letter: "Send it to Yiyang."

"yes."

Nie Zheng responded, took the thing and turned around and went out.

Feng Wuyou looked at Nie Zheng's back and narrowed his eyes again.

Forget it, she knew Nie Zheng’s loyalty to her very well. This time it must be that fool Xiao Jinglan issued a strict order, so I won’t pursue it this time.

Feng Wuyou sent this letter and turned around and looked through the pile of ancient books.

She actually knew some special prescriptions for curing plague in her previous life, but it took too long to remember some of the key drugs.

Qingluosu?

No, that is to treat malaria, but this disease is not a problem.

Qianghuo alone?

It's not right, this is divergent. This disease is too divergent, and those abscesses are too late to recover.

What exactly is it?

I can't remember anyway.

The night passed again.

Feng Wuyou only slept for a while before dawn. After getting up, she punched a set of punches in the tent and cheered up her spirits.

Just as I was about to go out, there was a voice outside.

"Aunt Zhang, come here so early..." Qianxin and Aunt Zhang greeted her.

When Aunt Zhang was making trouble that day, she really had no good impression of Aunt Zhang, but later she took her granddaughter over and Aunt Zhang regained her rationality. Qianxin understood that this was actually a very simple woman, but that day it was

Too sad.

When people are sad, they always do some abnormal things.

Therefore, Qianxin no longer hates her.

Aunt Zhang said in his voice: "Last night, I saw the empress's tent light up again all night. I was afraid that the empress would hurt her body, so I specially brought some soup over."

"Aunt Zhang has trouble."

Qianxin smiled, reached out to take it, and said with a smile: "I'll send it to the Empress, Aunt Zhang, please come back."

Qianxin said this just a polite word.

Feng Wuyou's diet has always been the responsibility of several of them, and they will not easily pass by others. What's more, the disease comes from water. If someone wants to use soup to calculate Feng Wuyou, it would be too simple.

So she just symbolically followed, but she would never give it to Feng Wuyou for drinks.

Aunt Zhang didn't know the trick here at all, and just told her: "The soup was fragrant yesterday. I put turnips in it, which can refresh the spirit and replenish the energy. You must remind the empress to drink it."

"Don't worry, I must..." Before Qianxin could finish his words, the curtain of the tent suddenly opened, and someone swept in front of Qianxin like the wind, snatching the soup.

"What do you think is there?"

Feng Wuyou stared at Aunt Zhang.

"Wu... turnip..." Aunt Zhang looked panicked and quickly explained: "Empress, although this thing is not valuable, it is really a good thing. I'm drinking it to make up..." "Yes, it's very supplementing..." Feng

Wuyou's excitement was almost beyond words. He strode to Aunt Zhang, took her hand and shook it hard: "Aunt Zhang, I'll thank you for the people of Yanyun!"

After saying that, the figure flashed and blinked a few steps away.

Aunt Zhang and Qianxin were stunned, and they stared at each other.

"Miss Qianxin, this is..." "The Empress is naturally reasonable."

Qianxin straightened her back and said.

In fact, she didn't know what Feng Wuyou meant, but the problem was that the Empress must not lose her face.

"Oh..." Aunt Zhang nodded repeatedly. Although she was still confused, she felt that Feng Wuyou's actions were very noble, so she reminded him again: "Miss Qianxin, look at the soup, don't be cold.

Now.”

Before Feng Wuyou left, he stuffed Tang back into Qianxin's hand.

"Don't worry, I remember."

Qianxin keeps a perfect smile.

Aunt Zhang then turned around and left.

Feng Wuyou went all the way to the doctor's tent where he tried medicine.

"What recipe was tried today?"

Feng Wuyou asked when he entered the tent.

The doctors were waiting in shifts, and the people inside immediately stood up to salute when they saw Feng Wuyou.

"Empress..." "No need to be polite, let's talk about the prescription first."

"I plan to try Chaihu today."
To be continued...