Chapter 329 Brewing Medicine
[He Ling? What happened to her?]
[He went to dig for wild vegetables, or perhaps he fell into a pool of ink and was just pulled out.]
[Whom does this person with such a gruesome appearance intend to scare by coming to Weiyang Palace?]
A hint of disgust flashed across his face, but at least he recognized him.
"Clean up the mortar before you speak."
He Ling was speechless and inwardly groaning at his blunt disdain.
She spends the whole day soaking in the fields; does she want to turn into coal?
Besides, the mall doesn't sell sunscreen, so if she doesn't get tanned, who will?
But she could only respectfully reply, "Your Majesty, I have just returned from the experimental fields of the Imperial Estate and have not had time to tend to them. There are some agricultural developments I would like to report to Your Majesty."
Upon hearing the word "report," Huo Lin's brows immediately furrowed.
Things that cause her worry and trouble should be postponed!
"You take care of the experimental field for now. The Imperial Noble Consort needs to rest and should not receive guests or worry about trivial matters. You may leave now."
Inside the palace, Jiang Huan, who was leaning against the soft couch and listening intently to the sounds outside, heard Huo Lin's words and his thoughts clearly.
Helpless, she still raised her voice and said, "Huo Lin, is He Ling here? Let her in. I'm feeling bored and want to hear something interesting."
Huo Lin, who was outside the door, stiffened upon hearing Jiang Huan's voice. He glared at He Ling, but ultimately chose to compromise.
However, he was still uneasy and called out loudly, "Wang Degui!"
"Your servant is here."
"Take her away and have the Imperial Medical Bureau send two female physicians to examine her thoroughly from head to toe to make sure there is nothing wrong. Then change her into clean clothes before she can come in to answer questions."
He gave extremely detailed instructions, as if He Ling were some kind of imported item that required strict disinfection and quarantine.
It must be washed thoroughly; not a single hair or grain of dirt can be left behind.
Does anyone know if there are any poisonous insects or anything like that in the field?
For her and her child's safety, we must not be careless.
He Ling: ...
She's like pork on an assembly line.
I'm just here to report on my work results, why is it like I'm about to be assassinated in the palace, and I'm being dragged away to be "disinfected"?
Finally, after a good half hour, He Ling was brought back to Jiang Huan.
She changed into a clean and tidy palace dress, and her hair was also combed again.
After washing off the dust from my face and hands, although my skin tone wouldn't return to its original whiteness anytime soon, I looked much fresher and more refreshed.
Huo Lin was finally able to relax, but he remained seated next to Jiang Huan, his gaze occasionally sweeping over He Ling as if monitoring her every move.
He Ling felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at. After briefly reporting on the situation of the experimental field, she quickly made an excuse and slipped away.
She was terrified that if she stayed any longer, the Emperor would find some "unhygienic" spot!
Next, Jiang Huan truly experienced what it meant to receive imperial-level protection.
Huo Lin stayed by her side almost every step of the way, and even moved the review of memorials to the outer room of Weiyang Palace.
He would test the temperature of the water she drank, and he would take a look at the snacks she ate. If she wanted to move around, he would immediately be on high alert, wishing he could spread soft cushions on the ground and send eight palace maids to support her from all sides.
Jiang Huan found his nervous appearance both amusing and exasperating.
In the evening, the imperial physician brought medicine to help stabilize the pregnancy.
Upon seeing this, Huo Lin resolutely refused to entrust the task to others and insisted on personally preparing the medicine for Jiang Huan.
I don't trust medicine prepared by others. What if there are mistakes in the heat, cooking time, or the order in which the herbs are added?
[I must come in person; everything must be done flawlessly.]
Thus, His Majesty the Emperor moved to the small kitchen and, amidst the horrified gazes of the imperial chefs and palace maids, began his first-ever journey of brewing medicine.
The result was predictable...
Half an hour later, Huo Lin returned carrying a bowl of dark brown medicine that smelled strongly of burnt food. His face was still covered in soot, but his eyes were unusually bright.
"The medicine is ready. I brewed it myself. Drink it while it's hot." He carefully handed the bowl to Jiang Huan.
Jiang Huan looked at the bowl of liquid that resembled poison, smelled the pungent burnt odor, and her lips twitched violently.
Is Huo Lin trying to ensure a safe pregnancy, or is he planning to murder his wife and child?
Will drinking this stuff really make me collapse on my stomach?
She forced a smile: "Your Majesty, you've had a hard time, but are you sure this medicine is safe to drink?"
Huo Lin nodded confidently: "Of course! I strictly followed the imperial physician's instructions, boiling three bowls of water down to one bowl, alternating between high and low heat, without any mistakes!"
Jiang Huan: ……
Don't believe him for a second.
Looking at the bowl of medicine that exuded an ominous aura, Jiang Huan simply didn't have the courage to take a sip, and could only express her disapproval tactfully.
"This medicine seems to have been overcooked. Should we have the palace maids brew a fresh batch according to the imperial physician's prescription?"
Upon hearing this, Huo Lin immediately frowned. He looked down and carefully examined the dark brown, almost black, medicinal liquid in the bowl, then leaned closer to smell the strong burnt odor. A crack finally appeared on his confident expression.
[Could it be that the heat wasn't controlled properly? Impossible, I was watching it closely the whole time.]
However, the color is a bit dark, and the smell is a bit strong.
What if I get an upset stomach? No, I can't take that risk.
He muttered to himself for a moment, then looked up at Jiang Huan's obviously resistant expression, and finally reluctantly admitted defeat.
He put down the medicine bowl sheepishly, his tone tinged with resentment: "Alright, perhaps it's my first time brewing it, and my technique is a bit rusty. Wang Degui, go and have someone brew another bowl strictly according to the prescription and send it over."
Upon hearing this, Wang Degui immediately agreed and went out.
Soon, a palace maid brought over freshly brewed medicine, which was clear in color and had a rich aroma.
Huo Lin took it and personally tested the temperature. After confirming that it was correct, he carefully fed it to Jiang Huan spoonful by spoonful.
After finally finishing the medicine and going through a series of tasks such as washing up, night had already fallen.
Huo Lin personally checked whether the window gaps were closed tightly and whether the incense had been changed to a calming one. After confirming that everything was in perfect order, he quietly lay down next to Jiang Huan.
Jiang Huan closed her eyes, ready to get a good night's sleep and relieve the fatigue of the past few days.
However……
Is she asleep? Her breathing seems a little light; could she be suffocating?
Is the blanket too high? Is it pressing on your neck?
She rolled over! Be careful! Don't move too much, don't strain yourself!
[Is the child about the size of a little bean now? I wonder if it's a boy or a girl? Does it look more like her or me?]
Huo Lin's inner thoughts were like a never-ending barrage of comments, jumping around so intensely that Jiang Huan, who was trying to fall asleep, was practically driven to despair.
At first, she felt a little sweet, being cherished by him like this.
But listening to that endless, cacophony of voices, like a thousand ducks quacking in your ear, that sweetness was quickly replaced by annoyance.
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