It was late at night. Jiang Ling had already washed and changed her clothes, but she was still holding on and didn't go to bed. She couldn't fall asleep until she got some news.
She lowered her eyes, twirled the quilt with her fingers, her thoughts slightly confused.
There was a sound of footsteps approaching from afar, and Zizhen walked in quickly: "Miss, you are back."
She lowered the curtain and saw Xiao Bing coming in, covered in frost, kneeling down and bowing with his head lowered.
"How?" Jiang Ling asked impatiently.
"In reply to Miss, Doctor He said that the prescription is indeed a good one for prenatal care, but the residue was mixed with something else."
Jiang Ling's hands suddenly tightened, making several folds on the fine silk quilt.
There is indeed a problem.
"Can you tell me specifically what the problem is? Is it poison?"
Xiao Bing replied, "It's not poisonous. I just added a little more Atractylodes macrocephala when I was boiling the medicine."
"Atractylodes macrocephala is warm in nature, so adding more of it is probably fine. However, if you do this for a long time, it will cause qi and blood to surge upward, causing the spleen to swell and qi to increase, and it will also cause fetal movement disorders."
Xiao Bing tried his best to recall what He Zui had said to him, thinking that he should have written it down earlier. He didn't know how to treat medicine, so it was really difficult for him to remember all these medicinal herbs and their uses. It was really difficult for him.
"Doctor He also said that in addition to Atractylodes macrocephala, if you added too much warming mugwort yesterday, too much colding Scutellaria baicalensis today, and too much warming Amomum villosum tomorrow, the cycle of warm and cool effects will cause an unstable fetus, weaken the pregnant woman, and increase the risk of miscarriage."
The more Jiang Ling listened, the more frightened she became, and cold sweat broke out on her back.
"Doctor He is an excellent doctor." She said softly, but her head was a mess.
Xiao Bing replied, "Doctor He said that if we start with the prescription, it's nothing more than tinkering with it like this. It's inconspicuous and effective quickly."
Jiang Ling raised her eyes and frowned slightly.
This He Zui...actually understands these dirty tricks.
But she couldn't care about him now, as she had to go to the palace again tomorrow.
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Early the next morning, Jiang Ling got up, washed, and changed her clothes. She went to the palace, while Zhou Jing'an went in the opposite direction after leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Yunwu Peak is steep and difficult to climb. Today is a cloudy day with thick clouds, making it even more difficult to tell the direction.
When Zhou Jing'an reached the top of the mountain, the sun had already risen very high, but it could not disperse the layers of clouds.
He looked at the three simple huts and walked straight forward.
He Zui looked at the person who came and couldn't help thinking, my little shabby cottage has been really prosperous recently, with everyone coming to his place.
Before Zhou Jing'an could introduce himself, he made way and pointed to a room on the left, "He's over there, please feel free to go in."
Then he went straight to fiddle with his medicinal herbs.
Zhou Jing'an paused slightly, thanked him and walked over.
Wanran had just taken a medicinal bath. His whole body was in bone-gnawing pain, with a layer of cold sweat on his forehead and a pale face.
When he saw Zhou Jing'an, he was indeed a little surprised, but after thinking about it, he understood the purpose of his trip.
He felt a little understandable but also a little angry. Didn't he actually trust his fiancée?
"Mr. Zhou, please take a seat." He raised his hand with difficulty and pointed to a wooden chair beside him. "I wonder what brings you here today?"
Zhou Jingan sat down calmly and looked up at Wanran.
He was wearing a brand new green robe, which should have been given to him by Jiang Ling.
Zhou Jing'an's fingers on his knees curled up slightly, and looking at his fox eyes, the uneasiness in his heart gradually grew.
He seemed to be really ill. His face was very pale, his lips were bloodless, and he looked listless.
But even so, he is still extremely beautiful.
A sickly beauty is even more pitiful.
He didn't know what he was doing today.
I just did it on impulse.
He must be uneasy after all.
"I heard from Ling'er that she saved you and came here for treatment." Zhou Jing'an pursed his lips. "You are Ling'er's friend, so it's only right that I come to visit you."
He waved his hand, and Ye Song and Ye Bai came in carrying large and small bags of things, including food, clothes, books and antiques.
Wanran looked at the pile of things, which almost filled up the small hut.
He chuckled silently and looked at Zhou Jing'an.
"Miss Jiang and I are good friends." He spoke in a clear voice, his eyes sincere, "that's all."
But the next moment, the subject changed. Wanran's eyes were cold, and her voice was chilling: "She is your wife-to-be. You should trust her."
"Of course I believe her." Zhou Jing'an frowned.
Wanran raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, "If you believed it, you wouldn't have come today."
He looked directly at Zhou Jingan, his fox eyes emitting layers of coldness, and his voice was clear and calm.
"If you betray her or bully her, I won't let you off easy."
Wanran's posture is straight and upright, like a banished immortal, but her aura is inexplicably overwhelming, like a sword about to be unsheathed.
He wasn't just saying this. Jiang Ling was the only one who had treated him well over the years without asking for anything in return. She was pure and brave. She was his friend, and he would do everything he could to protect her.
Even if he has nothing.
There is always life.
A dangerous idea suddenly popped into Wanran's head.
If Zhou Jing'an treated her badly or bullied her, then he might consider the advice of those lunatics - to become the new emperor and overthrow Da Gan.
In this way, he also has the capital to protect her.
If it really comes to that, he can give it a try, even if it means he will be torn to pieces.
Zhou Jingan was slightly startled, but he didn't show it on his face. In his heart, he was wondering if he was really just a simple dancer? How could he have such a powerful aura?
He smiled lightly, his eyes firm, "Don't worry, I will use everything I have to protect Ling'er. You don't have to wait for me to do it. If one day I really hurt her, I will never forgive myself."
Although Wanran was very protective of Jiang Ling, Zhou Jing'an was relieved.
Because he could see that Wanran's love and care for Jiang Ling was only between friends and confidants, not between men and women.
Zhou Jingan felt relieved but at the same time he couldn't help but laugh at himself and feel ashamed. He was thinking too much.
He sighed slightly. When it came to Jiang Ling, he would always become unlike himself.
You will feel at a loss, panic-stricken, suspicious, anxious, and feel inferior and sensitive.
Zhou Jing'an only now realized that whenever he encountered something related to Jiang Ling, he would not be able to plan everything for itself or strategize.
He stood up, bowed to him, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry for disturbing you today."
"Just rest and recover. I'll take my leave now."
Wanran accepted the gift from the most popular young master today, looked at him indifferently and nodded slightly.
No matter from which perspective, Zhou Jing'an is a good match worthy of entrusting your life to.
Wanran looked at his tall figure riding away on horseback, thinking, I just hope he won't make Jiang Ling sad and will protect her well.
A woman as bright as the sun deserves to have a peaceful and smooth life, be happy and worry-free, always have a smile on her face, always be as bright as the morning light and as clear as the moon, and should not suffer any hardship or hardship.
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