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She wrote down the preparation methods of the two herbs in detail with charcoal, and then Ling Moxiao's eyes twitched when he saw it, and he copied a copy himself.

He asked casually: "Is this what your white-bearded master taught you?"

Shen Dongsu's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded with a fake smile: "Of course! Otherwise, where would I have known about such a wonderful medicine?"

Thinking of something, he hurriedly said to Brother A: "The medicines I gave to Brother A were borrowed from you. Calculate how much those medicines are worth and deduct them from my thousand taels!"

This time, A4 was speechless: "The magic medicine you made is given to my subordinates. Shouldn't I still calculate the cost of the medicinal materials with you?"

"But I did it because I want to thank everyone for digging the pond for my house! One yard equals one yard!"

Suddenly thinking of something else, Shen Dongsu slapped his forehead helplessly and said:

"By the way, I can't let others know that I made the medicine. Then I can't take the medicine to thank everyone?"

Jia Si looked at her speechlessly before you reacted!

Zhu gave her some advice: "You can make some food for them. Egg tarts would be good."

In this way, that afternoon, Shen Dongsu baked egg tarts in the kitchen all afternoon and used up all the eggs and milk that the fat cook had stocked.

As for the sugar, the snowflake-like powdered sugar is for the prince’s exclusive use and is said to be more expensive than gold.

In the capital, a pound of powdered sugar and a pound of gold were both priceless and unmarketable. Only the rich could use them, and ordinary people couldn't buy them.

Shen Dongsu felt that he had discovered another business opportunity. From now on, he would go to the capital and sell sugar, which would be more profitable than selling prescriptions!

Anyway, now that you have money, do you want to buy some land to grow sugar cane and make your own sugar? No, the yield of sugarcane in Gwangju is not high and it’s not sweet either. Yes, grow sugar beets!

She had seen the method of making sugar from beets in a documentary, and she would definitely be able to make it after a few more experiments.

Since there is no white sugar, the egg tarts use brown sugar, so the color when baked is a bit strange, but the taste is still the same.

Shen Dongsu originally wanted to send him to the freshman camp in person and meet his brother, but Jia Si disagreed and said it was against the rules.

She suddenly realized that maybe that was King Ling's troop gathering point. If she wanted to go there, wouldn't she be looking for death?

He immediately packed hundreds of egg tarts in food boxes and sent someone to deliver them.

It was almost dark after all this busy work. Shen Dongsu quickly cooked two more side dishes, and the fat cook had already stewed an old hen's medicinal soup.

This time Shen Dongsu didn't persuade him much, and King Ling ate a bowl of rice and drank a bowl of soup gracefully. It’s just that the small bowl is too small. If Zhongyang lets his belly eat, he will be full after eight bowls!

Shen Dongsu replenished rice three times, but in the end he was too embarrassed to replenish it and ate two more rolls before he was full.

She was surprised that Prince Ling ate less, and Prince Ling was amazed that she ate so much. He had never seen a woman eat so much!

And she is petite. I still remember that when we first met her, her face was pale and thin, but now she has a rosy and round face.

When eating, his cheeks puffed out slightly, like a greedy squirrel. When my eyes look at food, they are brighter than when they look at banknotes during the day.

It's not that Ling Moxiao has never dined with women at the same table, but when those noble ladies ate, they were like wood wrapped in silk ribbons. They were strict and solemn. Eating was not a pleasure but a task.

Only when eating at the same table with Shen Dongsu, Ling Moxiao realized that eating could be such an interesting thing.

He was used to drinking tea after meals, but Shen Dongsu stopped him: "Your Majesty, you should drink less tea after noon, it is not good for your sleep."

Smiling, he added: "I'll make a cup of different tea for the prince. I'll make sure it's delicious and helps you sleep."

Shen Dongsu came to the kitchen and found all the tools. When the fat cook heard that milk was still needed, he hurriedly went to squeeze the buffalo milk.

Shen Dongsu sighed again, the life of a rich person is so simple and unpretentious!

On a late autumn night, of course, you should drink milk tea, especially since King Ling is a sweet tooth, so it's impossible not to like milk tea.

Instead of cooking wine on a small red clay stove, use sencha instead. Fry a little bit of black tea until fragrant, then add red dates, longan meat, wolfberry, brown sugar and water. Boil for half a quarter of an hour, filter, then add milk and bring to a boil.

A simple, sweet and stomach-warming milk tea was ready. Shen Dongsu first poured a small cup for Ling Mo Xiao, raised his hand and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty, please taste it. If you drink it during the day, you can add more black tea."

Ling Moxiao did not move, but looked at her thoughtfully and said: "In the grasslands of the Western Regions, the herdsmen there also make tea like this.

In the Central Plains, no one has ever used milk to make tea.

Where did you learn this? "

Shen Dongsu laughed dumbly. It seemed that his doubts about himself had not been lifted yet!

But since you said so, then I have another way to make money. The milk tea market is completely blank!

"I didn't learn it from others. I have never heard of the Western Regions. I came up with it myself.

The prince loves to drink tea, but your body does not allow you to drink more tea, so I boiled these nourishing ingredients with milk to help you sleep, and added a little tea leaves to increase the aroma.

Your Majesty, do you want to drink? If you don’t want to drink it, then I’ll give it to the fat chef to drink. He touched the gangster and I squeezed the milk! "

This time, Ling Moxiao was speechless. He took the tea cup and drank the steaming milk tea in small sips.

Shen Dongsu didn't need to do anything, so he refilled his glass.

Now the suspicion is lifted, because the milk tea in the Western Regions is of poor quality, and coarse salt is added, making it salty and difficult to drink.

It's not like the milk tea made by the little village girl. It's fragrant and smooth, and leaves a fragrance on your lips and tongue.

After drinking a pot of tea, Shen Dongsu endured his sleepiness and boiled a bucket of foot soaking solution for him. She originally wanted to give him a foot massage.

As a result, this person was unwilling and even asked A Si Duan to get in the foot bath.

Shen Dongsu curled his lips secretly and soaked his whole body in the tub while he was performing the acupuncture on you. Wasn't he too shy to soak his feet this time?

But it’s better if you don’t use me, because I like to pinch your stinky feet!

When Ben arrived, her work was finally done. She tried her best to take care of Party A, and she had done all the work that should be done and should not be done.

She was about to go to bed, but Jiasi refused to let her go. The reason was that Ling Moxiao had not slept for two nights. What if she still couldn't sleep tonight?

She had to stay here until Ling Mo Xiao fell asleep before she could go to sleep!

Considering that we still have one thousand taels of silver in someone else's possession, Party A's request is reasonable, and it is appropriate for the doctor to be on duty overnight.

He moved a small stool to sit on the head of Ling Moxiao's bed, holding his chin and silently staring at the patient's bed through several layers of mosquito nets.

Perhaps her gaze was too intense, Ling Moxiao said speechlessly: "You look at me like this, I can't sleep."

Shen Dongsu obediently turned around and looked at the large vase in the corner, and then heard him say: "I can't sleep while you are here."

Shen Dongsu gritted his teeth and said, "Did the sound of my breathing affect the prince? If I weren't here, wouldn't you be able to sleep?"

She faintly heard the sound of King Ling grinding his molars, and quickly added: "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? I have a way to help you fall asleep quickly, do you want to try it?"

Ling Moxiao said coldly: "The Soothing Decoction is of no use to me." He drank too much, had splitting headaches many times, and had to rely on the Soothing Decoction to get some sleep at night after several days of insomnia.

Later, the Anshen Decoction was useless, so the imperial doctor increased the dosage of the medicine.

After drinking, he would only fall into half-real nightmares. In the worst period, he couldn't even distinguish between reality and dreams.

As soon as you close your eyes, you will be transported back to that fierce battle. In your ears, you can hear the neighing of war horses, and the sound of robes wailing in pain in the flames of war...

Later, he stopped drinking the soothing soup and lit a lamp to boil his body.

Until I came to the fiefdom and met this magical little village girl, the gears of fate began to turn...

"Of course it's not the soothing soup. You will have the acupuncture tomorrow, but you can't drink any other medicine tonight.

What I'm talking about is acupuncture. I only need to prick a few acupuncture points, and I can make you sleep until dawn, even if there is a thunderstorm. " Shen Dongsu said with a slight exaggeration.

Unexpectedly, Ling Moxiao refused without even thinking: "I will never let myself be in a state of complete lack of vigilance."

At this moment, his head started to hurt like tearing apart again, his temples felt like they were about to explode, his veins were exposed, and he was sweating like rain. In pain, he stuffed the cotton towel on the bedside into his mouth.

The last time he had a headache, he bit his tongue.

For some reason, he clearly knew that the girl outside was a doctor, but he just didn't want her to see his embarrassment at the moment.

He was like a seriously injured lone wolf who just wanted to find a quiet cave and lick his wounds quietly.

But soon, Shen Dongsu noticed something strange about him, and pulled open the mosquito net, only to see that the straps of his dark nightgown fell off during the struggle, revealing skin as white as jade, covered with scratches.

In an instant, Shen Dongsu's heart was filled with compassion. He was obviously a god-like figure, why did he suffer such pain?

While calling Jia Si, he moved his shoulders and put his head on his knees.

Instead of using acupuncture, I used my hands to massage the acupuncture points on his head. Jiasi arrived in the room almost instantly, and Shen Dongsu said calmly:

"You hold his hand and don't let him scratch himself again."

Jia Si called out in pain: "Master." He held Ling Mo Xiao's hand tightly, his eyes turned red.

Shen Dongsu continued the massage very calmly, from the top of his head to the back of his head and then to his temples, feeling that the patient in his arms gradually calmed down.

She then asked softly: "Do you feel better? Where exactly is the pain?"

Ling Moxiao's body felt like it was being washed with water. He spat out the cotton towel in his mouth and said weakly: "My temples are going to explode."

Shen Dongsu pressed his temples hard, and then told Jia Si: "Go get a basin of hot water, wipe the prince's body, and change his clothes."

There was no need for Jia Si to do anything. The guard outside the door quickly brought hot water.

Jia Si wrung out the towel and was about to wipe it, but Ling Mo Xiao held his hand down and refused to let him move. Jia Si understood instantly and whispered:

"Miss Shen, please go out for a while, I will change the clothes for the master, and then you can come in."

Although Shen Dongsu is helpless, we must respect the patient's privacy!

Although I will strip you clean and throw you into the bathtub tomorrow, but if you don’t want me to watch you change your clothes today, I won’t watch you.

"Hurry up, or he'll get a headache again."