The lord insists on me being responsible for him

Chapter 67
Look at the sideways figure on the couch motionless, I don't know if he is asleep or awake.Yan Shishi took a few steps forward, and from the reflection of the bead curtain, he saw the person on the couch move slightly.He bowed his waist and saluted, and said lightly:
"Yan Shishi sends his greetings to the princess."

"Come and talk."

Zhao Changye is sick?The voice was limp.

Yan Shishi opened the bead curtain and entered.Zhao Changye waved to her, motioning for her to sit on the embroidered stool in front of her.

"The daughter of the people left the princess mansion without permission, please forgive me..."

"Don't gossip, can you heal me now?"

Zhao Changye's face was pale and blue, and his already thin lips looked even thinner because of the lack of blood.He should have woken up after taking a nap, with loose hair and wearing a Zen robe, he looked even sicker.

It's only been a few days since I saw her, and she almost doesn't know the princess anymore.

"Before I left, I asked Haitang to buy medicinal materials and tools. Now that I can get them, I can treat them immediately."

I really can't get around Haitang's name.Zhao Changye didn't care, and called people to prepare quickly.

Soon Mudan led two little maidservants to bring all the tools and medicinal materials.Zhao Changye waved his hand, and Mudan led the two little servant girls back out quietly as before.

Yan Shishi checked the medicinal materials needed, and Haitang bought all the ingredients, but the quality was not as good as the top grade she wanted, and the tools were not refined enough.But it can be used for a while today.

Yan Shixi handled the medicinal materials skillfully, Zhao Changye got up and took a look, then fell down again.There are intrigues in the palace, and the imperial physicians are also divided into gangs to serve their respective forces. On the contrary, the peasant women are more reassuring.

"I heard that you went to Qingcheng with King Qing?"

Zhao Changye looked at Yan Shishi and said calmly.

"Yes, my younger brother is also with me. My younger brother originally wanted to come to the capital to be an apprentice, but who would have thought that he and Prince Qing were sick at the same time."

As Yan Shixi said, his subordinates were not idle at all, they were pounding in the small stone grass.

"At first I thought it was an epidemic. I didn't know they were allergic until I went to Qingcheng. Maybe the ingredients were not handled properly that day. I also blamed my poor medical skills and misdiagnosed."

The smell of herbs wafted in the air, which made Zhao Changye feel at ease.Yan Shixi didn't lie, she was very satisfied.The body lying on the couch is more relaxed.

"Where is your brother now?"

Yan Shishi looked at Zhao Changye, who was looking out the window.Looks like it's just a random question.

She smiled and said:
"My younger brother stayed in Qingcheng as a handyman. It's better than staying in the countryside."

Yan Chujiu has no intention of taking the imperial examinations for an official career, nor does she want to study medicine, and as a sister, it is not easy to force him.Xiao Qian asked Master Yuanrong to teach Yan Chujiu to learn martial arts to strengthen his body. Master Yuanrong did not explicitly agree, but he was willing to keep Yan Chujiu, so he should be able to teach him.

Yan Shiyi ridiculed Xiao Qian as soon as he accepted his apprentice and then gave it away. Xiao Qian refused to accept the apprentice, and selfishly did not want to be inferior to Yan Shiyi, and let Yan Chujiu and his master learn kung fu. They are brothers in the same school.

"The imperial examination is not easy, and it is indeed not suitable for peasant children."

Zhao Changye was tired of talking, and his eyes narrowed.

Yan Shixi squeezed the golden needle to remind him that he might feel some pain, and if he couldn't bear it, he could yell out.

"Acupuncture requires different strengths, and different acupoints and skin sensations will be different."

Zhao Changye nodded, as long as the red spots on her neck can be removed, her heart disease can be cured.

After applying realgar, the spicy and cold feeling made Zhao Changye's lips hiss.

Before the needle was moved, Zhao Changye hissed all over. Yan Shiyi was worried that if the needle was injected, Zhao Changye would suffer unbearable pain, and would take his anger out on her.

(End of this chapter)