The young boy was already tired of hearing these words, and he spoke calmly.
"Master, move aside, you're sitting on the ginseng."
"Summon all your senior brothers here tomorrow! Every single one! Including those from the Imperial Hospital! They all need to come!"
"Master, my fellow disciples have to go to work during the day."
"You're all free tonight! Come over tonight, everyone!"
The few apprentices that Doctor Gu had been traveling around in the martial arts world stayed by his side. The main reason was that their master had too many medicines, and he ate all the Thousand Red Fruits. Where else could they broaden their horizons like this?
"I heard that Senior Brother Wang is now the head of the Imperial Medical Academy. Does he know that Master has come to the capital?"
The child answered.
"I don't know, my master told me not to tell him."
"It's alright, we'll know tomorrow. Give me the oldest Panax notoginseng and the Ganoderma lucidum."
"They're probably not coming back tomorrow."
“We can’t be the only ones suffering. I’m the youngest, I do all the work.”
Of course, Hou Xiangxiang was always involved in making the meatballs, but the little girl didn't complain at all.
The people at Fengyue Tower always fight like this. Haven't they gotten used to it after all these years?
Besides, Xiao Lanyi is also her brother-in-law. It's okay for him to suffer a little for his family.
Huo Xiaolong would not treat her badly. After each massage, she could get whatever medicinal herbs her master wanted.
Although no one knows how the young ladies got it, as long as one less person dies in the Great Yan army, whether a general or a common soldier, the doctors who are busy in the room with white cloths tied around their heads will not have worked in vain.
Their lives and medical skills deserve the highest honor.
On the day Xiao Lanyi departed, unusually, Consort Xiao was also able to come out of the palace to see him off.
"Brother, take care."
There weren't many sentimental words; the brother and sister had already experienced the separation scene several times.
The man nodded and glanced in the direction of Ruyi and the child.
He said goodbye yesterday; now, he should fulfill his duties.
"With the General gone, Her Majesty will likely have trouble sleeping these next few days."
Qingsong, who was leaving the palace with Xiao Lanhua, frowned behind her and spoke to Fuzhong, the chief eunuch of Shuhua Palace beside her.
"Luckily, our lady isn't going. If she had gone with us, neither of us could lift a finger or do anything."
"You're kidding me. Before Your Highness entered the palace, I actually went to the battlefield with my master."
"Also, don't pretend. Do you think I don't know you know martial arts?"
Seeing Qing Song's haughty expression as she turned around, Fu Zhong winked at her from behind.
You think I don't know you know martial arts?
By mimicking her manner of speaking, he finally managed to amuse Consort Xiao.
"You two have been arguing for so many years. Let's go back to the palace."
The honor guard raised the flag and set off.
"Her Imperial Concubine is departing."
The beautiful woman sitting in the sedan chair turned her head and watched the army's figures grow ever more distant.
I wish I could go with him.
The brothel was registered with the two princes, especially the eighth prince, who was still harboring ulterior motives. It wasn't for the beauty, but to plant a spy next to Huo Xiaolong.
As for why his own people couldn't get involved...
You'd have to ask Lan Tingche and the ladies of Fengyue Tower.
As for the staff...
Huo Xiaolong jumps three feet high whenever he hears those two words.
“I don’t need advisors, I don’t need another Huo Pan’s sword to torment me.”
"What about someone like Zixi?"
"Isn't Zixi also controlled by the sword? Is there any difference?"
The Prince of Zhenbei's food, clothing, housing, and transportation were all taken care of by his two mothers, and his social interactions were mainly handled by his sisters. She had no time to spare, and the main credit was due to the large number of his sisters.
Besides the girls, there were also the maids from back then.
And then there's the matter of the backyard.
Lan Tingche didn't care about what it meant to pay someone extra or to be eager to please.
Since arriving in the capital, she has lived in the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion. She spends her days in the inner quarters handling official business in the southwest, and the rest of her time embroidering clothes for Huo Xiaolong. If others saw her, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a virtuous wife and loving mother.
Life goes on, but the maids still have to lend a hand with the marinades and such in the back kitchen of Fengyue Tower.
Huanlu sat on the steps of the back gate of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion and shed tears.
With a face and figure as graceful as willow catkins in the Jiangnan water towns, one might mistake her for someone who has been bullied.
"Ugh, this scallion is really burning my eyes today."
Then the beauty took out a handkerchief from her bosom and wiped away her tears.
The Eighth Prince's men had been keeping watch here every day, and upon seeing this, they rushed back to report.
This is the opportunity our master was talking about! Why is the little maid crying in the backyard of the Prince's mansion? She must have been wronged. As long as we can bribe her, we won't have to worry about not having any spies in the Prince's mansion.
Yuwen Sinian dressed up specially and got off the carriage from a distance. When he saw Huanlu sobbing and wiping away her tears, he raised an eyebrow and thought to himself.
As expected of someone from the brothel, he is quite good-looking.
It wouldn't be a bad idea to take her in after the deed is done.
Why is this young lady crying?
Huanlu looked up with red eyes, her expression startled like a rabbit. She didn't speak, but just stared at the handkerchief extended in front of her.
Huanlu knew him and knew that he had been beaten at the brothel, but whether he recognized her was another matter.
"Give."
The man was backlit by the sun, golden light emanating from behind him. His long, slender fingers and handsome face were accentuated by the handkerchief he offered to Huan Lu.
I sniffed, not knowing what the smell was. Maybe it was coming from the kitchen.
The main problem is that Huanlv's green onion smell is too strong.
The beauty shook her head, took his handkerchief, lowered her beautiful neck, wiped her tears a couple more times, and then turned and ran back to the mansion.
Yuwen Sinian smiled, speaking with unwavering confidence.
"She'll definitely take the bait in a few days, and I'll come looking for her again tomorrow."
"Yes, Master."
Huanlu rushed back to the mansion and immediately went to Long'er's study. She threw the Eighth Prince's handkerchief on the desk and blurted out a mouthful of border town dialect.
"Damn it, that eighth prince seduced me."
Huo Xiaolong looked up and saw Huanlu, who looked like someone from a Jiangnan water town, and then pondered the words of the Northeast granary.
"Sis, did you reject him?"
"No, I just ran away without saying a word."
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Long'er asked.
“My daughter, your sister Liuxu said that if anyone tries to flirt with me in the future, I shouldn’t even open my mouth.”
Huo Xiaolong nodded quickly, expressing his full support for the decision.
"Sister Liuxu is right."
"He seduced me, he definitely has ulterior motives, he must want me to be an informant."
"Why don't you just pretend and then find out what's going on on his end?"
In fact, Huo Xiaolong didn't care about the news of any particular prince. She really looked down on princes who had nothing but their maternal clan.
But Huanlv has been quite free lately, so she nodded.
"Okay, I'll go ask my daughter and Sister Ruyi what to do."
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