"But it's agreed, I'm just trying..."

"Pulmonary disease is very difficult to treat, especially since his illness started suddenly and lasted too long."

Sheng Xiyan said it first, and then said: "But there is a way that may be useful." She said in one breath, "Prince Chu, ask people to ask around to see if there is any mustard brine."

"... salted mustard greens?" Han Qian looked confused and muttered, "Miss Shengda, are you hungry?" If she was hungry, she could ask the manor to cook some food so that she wouldn't have to eat salted vegetables in the middle of the night.

Sheng Xiyan: “…”

Chu Yuanchen glanced at him, and Han Qianzhi immediately fell silent, not daring to speak.

Sheng Xiyan ignored him and put on a cool demeanor, saying, "First, check nearby manors and villages to see if you can find it. If you can't find it, go to the town or the Qingjing Temple in front to ask. It must be aged mustard brine, the older the better, at least three to five years old, and it would be best if you can find one that's more than ten years old."[1]

She explained in detail.

When she was in Liangzhou, she had gone to the fields with her grandfather and saw some villagers making pickled vegetables. At that time, her grandfather casually told her not to look down on these pickled vegetables, as they could save lives at a critical moment. Lung heat and lung abscesses often come on too quickly, often without even a chance of rescue, and the person will die. But if there is aged mustard brine, the person can be saved from King Yan...

At that time, she was less than eight years old and had forgotten it after hearing it until she suddenly remembered it just now.

She was afraid that they would not be attentive, especially the man surnamed Han, who thought that she was going to eat, so she solemnly reminded them again, saying, "This is the key to saving him, we must be quick."

Han Qianzhi's expression froze. Although he didn't quite understand why Xiancai could save Ji Mingyang, he still kept it firmly in mind and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

The others also looked serious.

Sheng Xiyan estimated in her heart and said, "I can only keep him alive for twelve hours at most. The faster you can do it, the better."

Chu Yuanchen immediately ordered: "Did you hear me? You guys should start looking everywhere now, and then send people to send pigeons to help look for it. There is no need to rush."

The "they" he mentioned refers to the people who accompanied him to Beijing, because Chu Yuanchen arrived in Beijing first and those people were still in the post station. In addition to the seriously ill Ji Mingyang, Chu Yuanchen only brought five people with him. It was not easy for the five of them to find the old mustard brine.

After all, ordinary people pickle vegetables for eating. Generally speaking, no one would keep them for three to five years without touching them. Then they can't be eaten.

What they are looking for are the ones that were left there after being pickled and forgotten, which is really not easy.

"Yes, Prince."

Everyone clasped their fists in response.

"Take some money with you." Chu Yuanchen added, "It's late at night, don't disturb people's sleep for nothing."

Sheng Xiyan wrote another prescription and asked them to get the medicine according to the prescription. All they had to do next was wait.

The key to Chen mustard greens is still the word "Chen".

To pickle the mustard greens, you first need to wait until green mold grows on them, and then leave them for at least three to five years. The mustard greens will gradually turn into water and the mold will disappear. Only then can the pickled mustard greens be used.

The silver needles on Ji Mingyang's body had not been removed yet. His face was blue-gray, his lips were pale, and he looked lifeless. If it weren't for the violent heaving of his chest from time to time and the appearance of being out of breath, anyone who saw him would have thought he was dead.

Sheng Xiyan let go of the hand that was holding his pulse and lowered her eyelids slightly.

She figured out one thing.

In the previous life, Chu Yuanchen was already dead by now, so he would naturally not return to Beijing to present the letter. Ji Mingyang did not follow him back to Beijing, so he would not have suffered this disaster. Therefore, he could live well for a few years. However, because Chu Yuanchen survived, everything changed.

In other words, his rebirth changed Chu Yuanchen's fate, and in turn changed many things.

A cup of water was passed to her lips, and Chu Yuanchen asked in her ear: "Are you tired?"

"tired."

Sheng Xiyan replied listlessly, with a hint of coquettishness in her voice that she herself didn't even notice.

Acupuncture is very energy-consuming. Even if there are only three needles, she feels more tired than reading a book all night long when she is concentrating fully.

She took his hand and drank most of the cup in one gulp, and only then did she realize what she had done.

Sheng Xiyan: “…”

Never mind, she knows nothing.

She simply drank up the rest of the water and licked her dry lips with a sense of unsatisfaction.

"Do you want to take a rest?" Chu Yuanchen put down the cup and said, "There is an empty room in the back where you can rest."

Sheng Xiyan covered her mouth, yawned, and nodded.

With the silver needles keeping Ji Mingyang alive, there would be no problem for a few hours. She also planned to take a rest first, so as not to be exhausted and affect the acupuncture.

Chu Yuanchen took her out. As they walked in the yard, Sheng Xiyan squinted her eyes comfortably facing the evening breeze.

"This manor is owned by the Zhenbei Palace." Chu Yuanchen said casually, "Mrs. Qiu's family is best at growing fruits and vegetables. The watermelons they grow are very sweet, and they send a lot to the palace every year."

Sheng Xiyan's eyes lit up and she asked, "So the watermelon was delivered from here last time. It's sweet, crisp and delicious."

Chu Yuanchen was stunned. During the time he was away from Beijing, she and his mother had become so close? They even ate watermelon together?

Looking at her eyes that seemed to be free of any gloom, Chu Yuanchen couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

She asked, "Where did the fish in the palace come from?"

"Fish?" Chu Yuanchen really didn't know. "Several manors in the palace have dug ponds to raise fish..."

From fruits to fresh fish, and then to Sheng Xiyan's favorite fruit juice, Chu Yuanchen sent her to the private room. Sheng Xiyan pursed her lips and suddenly said, "Don't frown. It doesn't look good. I'll do my best."

Chu Yuanchen: "Okay..."

Sheng Xiyan closed the door. Chu Yuanchen was still standing there with a relaxed look on his face. He knew in his heart that she had deliberately talked about watermelon and fresh fish just to distract his attention.

How come the little girl is so nice?

So good that he felt he was not worthy of her.

Sheng Xiyan slept with her clothes on for more than an hour, and then hurried away.

That night, Ji Mingyang's condition was relatively stable. He had a severe coughing fit, which Sheng Xiyan managed to calm down in time with a silver needle.

Time passed little by little, and Ji Mingyang's vitality was gradually exhausted.

Sheng Xiyan and Chu Yuanchen were both waiting.

I asked all the farmers and villagers nearby, and found that there were quite a few that had been pickled for a year or so, but I couldn't find any that had been pickled for more than three to five years.

So they split up into several groups and went to more distant villages and towns.

At dawn, Han Qianzhi ran back excitedly and said breathlessly: "I found salted vegetables... No, I found mustard greens!"

Sheng Xiyan was overjoyed and ran out to see.

Han Qianzhi brought back a large altar, as big as a wine altar, and placed it in the main hall.

He followed her out, saying, "Your Highness, I found this in a restaurant that was about to close. When they were sorting things out, they found a pot of pickled mustard greens that had been pickled for who knows how long."

Han Qian went door to door to ask, but to no avail.

He was almost in despair when, by some chance, he came across a restaurant that was open for business early in the morning.

"So, there is always a way out. Even God is unwilling to take me away!" Han Qianzhi laughed happily. After he got the mustard brine from the altar, he hurried back, fearing that he would be too late.

"Miss Shengda, please take a quick look and see if this can be used." Han Qianzhi said cautiously, and added, "I asked the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper forgot how long it had been there, but he said it must be at least five years old."

He was worried that Sheng Xiyan might think the age was not good enough.

It was obvious that this altar had been placed there for many years. The oil paper that tied the edge of the altar had turned yellow and was not only covered with dust, but also had a layer of white hair growing on it.

Han Qianzhi hurriedly said, "I didn't dare to wipe it." He moved it back intact.

"Do you want to open it?" After getting Sheng Xiyan's affirmative nod, Chu Yuanchen took the initiative and said, "I'll do it."

He went over and peeled off the oil paper on the mouth of the jar, moving very carefully, for fear of ruining the hard-earned mustard brine in the jar.

An unpleasant smell hit her nose, and Sheng Xiyan frowned.

She went over to take a look, and asked someone to bring a handful of clean wine. She reached into the jar and scooped it up. The mustard greens had turned into liquid, and when she lifted it up, the liquid in the wine scoop was as clear as water.

"That should be enough." Sheng Xiyan said happily, "Who among you can go get a small bowl?"

“I’ll go!”

Han Qianzhi ran back and quickly brought back a large bowl.

Sheng Xiyan silently took a look at the huge bowl, scooped about the amount at the bottom of the bowl, asked Chu Yuanchen to cover the pot and tie it tightly, then went in holding the bowl.

She took his pulse for a while and said to Han Qianzhi, "Drink it down."

"Drink it directly?" Han Qianzhi asked stupidly.

"That's right." Sheng Xiyan said confidently, "You can't just use it to make a bowl of noodles and then feed him, right?"

Han Qianzhi: That makes a lot of sense.

Chu Yuanchen patted him on the back and said, "Just do what I tell you to do. Don't be so long-winded."

Sheng Xiyan took a step back, and Han Qianzhi took a small wooden spoon and put the mustard greens in the bowl into Ji Mingyang's mouth.

Sheng Xiyan watched nervously from the side, slightly exerting force on her clasped hands in front of her, until she saw Ji Mingyang still swallowing in his throat, and her shoulders gradually relaxed.

Ji Mingyang could still swallow, but very slowly, so Han Qianzhi could only feed him slowly, little by little.

He must have never done such delicate work before, and soon he was sweating all over. It took him a whole cup of tea to finish all the mustard greens in the bowl.

Sheng Xiyan was actually a little unsure in her heart, but she believed in her grandfather and believed that what her grandfather said could not be wrong.

Everyone was patient.

As time passed, the sky became brighter and brighter, and the light of the morning sun dispelled the darkness.

When the first ray of sunlight shone through the window, Han Qianzhi, who had been staring at Ji Mingyang, suddenly blurted out in surprise:

"Burn, burn, back off!"

"My Lord, the fever has subsided!"

He first noticed that Ji Mingyang's breathing seemed to be less rapid, so he tentatively touched his forehead. His forehead was still very hot, but it had obviously cooled down a lot compared to the burning sensation just now.

"Let me see." Sheng Xiyan put the half-eaten bun back into the bowl, walked over to take his pulse, and showed joy on her face.

Old mustard brine is really useful!

"Where's the medicine?"

Sheng Xiyan asked quickly.

She had written a prescription before and asked them to prepare the medicine. The medicine had already been prepared and was being warmed on the stove. As soon as she asked, someone brought it in immediately.

"Feed him."

Sheng Xiyan gave an order, and naturally Han Qianzhi was the one to feed the baby.

I don’t know if Ji Mingyang swallowed faster or Han Qianzhi was already experienced, but he fed the bowl of medicine very smoothly.

After taking a bowl of medicine, Ji Mingyang showed no signs of any abnormality. Sheng Xiyan observed him for about an incense stick of time, then removed the three silver needles from his body.

Ji Mingyang was still breathing steadily, without severe coughing or gasping for breath, except that his complexion looked a little ugly, as if he was asleep.

"That's enough." Sheng Xiyan said without hiding the joy on her face, "His life should be saved."

Han Qianzhi was just waiting for these words, and a huge stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

"Old Ji, Old Ji..." Han Qianzhi called out twice softly, and then asked Sheng Xiyan, "Miss Sheng, when will he wake up?"

"Judging from the pulse, it should be soon..."

As soon as Sheng Xiyan finished speaking, Ji Mingyang let out a faint moan at the right time.

Han Qianzhi shouted in surprise: "Old Ji!"

"Cough! Cough cough!" Ji Mingyang coughed violently again.

Han Qianzhi was extremely nervous, but this time, Ji Mingyang only coughed a few times and miraculously stopped, then said weakly: "I'm so hungry..."

Sheng Xiyan chuckled softly, and her cheerful laughter made the atmosphere, which had been depressing for several days, suddenly become relaxed and cheerful.

"Can he eat?" Chu Yuanchen asked.

Sheng Xiyan nodded affirmatively: "Yes."

My grandfather always said that no matter what disease it is, the most frightening thing is not being able to eat or drink. As long as you can still eat, there will be a turn for the better.

"Make some porridge. He probably hasn't eaten in a few days. Let him eat a little first. As long as he doesn't vomit, let him eat."

By the time he had finished his bowl of porridge, the people who had gone out to look for Chen mustard greens came back one after another.

Upon learning that Ji Mingyang had woken up, everyone was delighted and grateful. They were grateful that the Crown Prince had acted decisively and brought the dying Ji Mingyang to the capital first. They were even more grateful that their future Crown Prince's Consort would be a miracle doctor!

In addition to the jar of mustard brine found by Han Qianzhi, they also brought back a jar that was three years old. However, it was not well preserved. The oil paper on the rim of the jar had been bitten by rats, and a foul odor could be smelled from a distance. Sheng Xiyan was not sure whether it could still be used, so she asked them to put it in the yard first.

Chu Yuanchen looked at the pot of aged mustard greens that Han Qianzhi brought back, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Is it used to reduce fever?"

Sheng Xiyan shook his head and said, "Ji Mingyang has lung tuberculosis. It is useless to use only antipyretic drugs. His heat toxins have invaded his lungs. As long as the heat toxins in his body are not cleared, the high fever will not go away. This aged mustard brine can be used to clear the external toxins. Once the toxins are removed, the fever will naturally go away. As long as the fever is gone, we can gradually remove the heat toxins and nourish the lungs with yin."

This sounds simple, but whether it is lung heat or lung tuberculosis, the most difficult thing is to clear the toxins.

Therefore, once you get this disease, especially a severe case, it is almost impossible to survive.

"Ji Mingyang's illness came on too fast and too seriously. Even if he has improved slightly now, we cannot be careless. He may relapse. He needs to continue eating this mustard greens."

She spoke seriously, her face showing a little fatigue from staying up late, the corners of her mouth were curled up, and the wrinkles on her cheeks were slightly visible.

Chu Yuanchen couldn't help wanting to raise his hand to touch it, but he finally controlled his restless hand, glanced away as if nothing had happened, and asked casually: "Can other fevers be cured?"

Sheng Xiyan thought about it seriously and said, "Grandfather didn't say it, but..." Her eyes lit up slightly, and she subconsciously leaned over, as if whispering, "When you were fighting, did someone get a fever after being injured? And the fever wouldn't go away. This is also an external poison! So, I think that mustard salt will also be useful for the high fever caused by external injuries!"

After she finished speaking, she stood up again, pursed her lips, and said, "It's just that I haven't used it before, so I don't know if it's really what I think."

She didn't notice that Chu Yuanchen was almost stunned after hearing this.

On the battlefield, the most frightening thing is not getting injured, but the continuous bleeding after being injured and the high fever that is difficult to reduce.

If you are just injured, no matter how serious the injury is, most of them can be saved.

But once the fever gets high, there's almost no hope of recovery.

If this thing could really be used on the battlefield...how many lives could it save? !

Chu Yuanchen's heart couldn't help but pound, and he slowly clenched his fists.

Sheng Xiyan smiled at him with a smile on her face, and the sunlight falling on her delicate skin seemed to glow. Even if she didn't say anything, Chu Yuanchen could clearly see from her face: Come and compliment me!

Chu Yuanchen finally couldn't help but raised his hand, touched her head, and said, "Ayan, you are amazing!"

Sheng Xiyan smiled even more brilliantly, her curved brows revealing a happiness that was difficult to conceal.

Feeling the warmth from his palm, Sheng Xiyan's earlobe felt slightly hot. She said quickly, "I'm going out for some fresh air." She picked up her skirt and ran away.

Chu Yuanchen's hand was still stretched out in the air. At that moment, he couldn't help feeling a little empty in his heart. He slowly withdrew his hand, looked at his palm, and then gently squeezed it, as if he could still feel her body temperature.

How come his little girl is so cute?

The corners of his mouth curled up in a happy smile. Just as he was about to follow, someone came hurriedly to report that there was urgent military mission sent from the northern border, so he had to give up with regret.

At this moment, it was past 9 o'clock, and the sun was much hotter. After blowing in the wind in the yard for a while, Sheng Xiyan's earlobes were no longer so hot. There were too many people in the house, and they were talking around Ji Mingyang. She felt bored and planned to go for a walk in the field before going back.

Sheng Xiyan asked casually, and Mrs. Qiu called her daughter-in-law over to show her the way.

The farm was not big, with only a dozen households, but it had a nice view. Mrs. Qiu was very good at growing fruits and vegetables, so she had set aside most of her land for growing fruits and vegetables. At this hour, many households were busy in the fields, sweating profusely, looking full of energy.

"Miss Shengda, we have grapefruits planted on our farm, and they are ready to eat soon." Zhang Xijia also knew that this was the future Crown Prince's Consort of their palace, and said with extra enthusiasm, "Shall I ask someone to pick one for you to taste?"

Pomelo? Sheng Xiyan's eyes lit up. She remembered that pomelo grew in the south and was hard to find in Beijing.

Seeing that she liked it, Zhang Xijia hurriedly said, "It was raised by my mother-in-law, and this is the first time it has borne fruit this year."

She was about to call for people to pick them when Sheng Xiyan suddenly stopped. Following her gaze, she saw a dozen people walking towards them through the woods.

The middle-aged man in the lead had a short beard and was waving a folding fan in his hand. His face showed the nobility and majesty of a superior.

Sheng Xiyan recognized at a glance that it was the emperor.

She frowned. Their emperor really liked the white dragon fish costume and his incognito visits.

It wasn't that Sheng Xiyan didn't want to avoid them, but when she discovered them, the emperor's eyes had already fallen on her, and he obviously recognized her.

Come to think of it, I made the emperor so frustrated last time that he almost vomited blood. It would be strange if he didn't recognize me.

Xiao Shuo lagged behind the emperor by half a step. He had a smile on his face and a handsome appearance. He strolled leisurely in the courtyard, looking elegant and calm.

A group of people walked straight over here, and Sheng Xiyan said politely, "Master Qin."

The emperor looked at her with interest and asked, "So you are Miss Shengda, how come you are here?"

Sheng Xiyan said nonchalantly, "I was just taking a walk, I was just about to pick some grapefruit."

The emperor was a little surprised by her forthright demeanor.

"If Mr. Qin has nothing else to do, I'll leave first."

Anyway, the emperor was playing with the white dragon fish costume, so Sheng Xiyan simply turned a blind eye and treated him as an ordinary person.

"Wait a minute." The emperor shouted, "Did Miss Shengda come here by herself?"

His eyes fell on Sheng Xiyan, revealing a hint of inquiry.

Of course the emperor did not come here for no reason. He received news early in the morning that Chu Yuanchen had quietly taken his men away from the post station and was now at a farm in the suburbs of Beijing.

Thinking about the last time he was caught in a commotion by Chu Yuanchen in the capital, and how he had to swallow his anger in the end, the emperor was tossing and turning in bed. So, he planned to go there in person, preferably to catch Chu Yuanchen in the act.

Only by getting hold of Chu Yuanchen's weakness can we suppress his arrogance.

Unexpectedly, Chu Yuanchen didn't see it, but saw Sheng Xiyan.

Sheng Xiyan was extremely beautiful, and her appearance could be called stunning. But the emperor had no interest in appreciating her beauty, instead he felt a strong dislike for her.

Why is she here?

Could it be that Chu Yuanchen brought her here? Could it be that they had already had a relationship before the Queen Mother arranged the marriage, or was it that the Queen Mother's arranged marriage was a trap set by the Zhenbei Palace from the beginning...

In just a moment, a conspiracy drama had already played out in the emperor's mind.

His sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and his attitude became even tougher: "Achen is here too?"

Sheng Xiyan showed just the right amount of doubt: "Master Qin, isn't Prince Chu going to return to the capital in five days? I've even reserved a private room for that day."

There was nothing unusual on her face, not even a hint of something.

The emperor couldn't afford to argue with a little girl, so he said bluntly: "The manor in front is the Zhenbei Palace, take me there for a visit." His tone did not admit of refusal.

Sheng Xiyan smiled faintly, without moving, and said, "Master Qin, I'm afraid it's not very convenient."

A middle-aged man with a pale face and no beard said in a sharp voice: "Miss Shengda, do you dare to disobey my order?"

Sheng Xiyan smiled but said nothing, as if asking: What's the point?

The emperor is Bai Longyufu. Since he has not taken the initiative to reveal his identity, he naturally cannot say anything. His words are the imperial edict.

This impotent look made the emperor so angry that he almost changed his expression.

"Sister Yan."

At this moment, a gentle and refreshing voice called from behind her. Sheng Xiyan's heart suddenly settled down and she turned around and smiled sweetly.

Princess Jingle walked towards her, her steps were big but not anxious. Before she arrived, her voice came first: "Master Qin, you are already quite old, don't always bully the child."