Favoring concubines and killing wives? The miraculous doctor mistress went crazy after her rebirth

Jiang Zhinian said, "It's the Hanyue Vine!"

Imperial Physician Miao was stunned. "Is this a medicinal herb?"

How come he had never heard of this medicinal herb?

Jiang Zhinian nodded and said, "It is indeed a medicinal herb. It is a cold medicinal herb for the heat and poison in southern Xinjiang."

"The poison they put in the water this time is actually a heat poison. This cold herb is the best way to detoxify it."

"I brought all the other herbs this time, and they are sufficient. I only need this one."

Jiang Zhinian actually saw a small piece of Hanyue vine by chance in his previous life, and at that time he just thought it was a piece of wood.

The rattan wood was cut by people in Jiangzhou and used for burning.

She didn't know it at that time. It was only after she died and learned medical skills and saw the Hanyue vine that she knew what the Hanyue vine was.

So there should be this medicinal ingredient in Jiangzhou.

Imperial Physician Miao was shocked to find out there was such a medicinal herb.

If this is the case, the plague in the entire Jiangzhou can be lifted.

Imperial Physician Miao became excited when he thought that the entire Jiangzhou plague could be resolved.

Just thinking of this medicinal herb, he frowned and said, "But where can I find such a medicinal herb?"

"I've never heard of it. How about asking the locals?"

Jiang Zhinian nodded, "The shape of the Hanyue vine is peculiar. If I draw it and let everyone identify it, maybe we can figure it out."

There should be one in Jiangzhou, but I don’t know where the Hanyue vine is.

Imperial Physician Miao said: "This is a good idea!"

Then, everyone found paper and pen, and Jiang Zhinian drew the Hanyue vine and wrote down where the Hanyue vine was likely to grow.

At that time, these officers and soldiers will take these paintings to find someone to identify and inquire.

After finishing the work here, Jiang Zhinian returned to the house.

Yan Jiyou had already asked someone to prepare Jiang Zhinian's favorite meals.

"I'm back, let's eat first!"

No matter what happens, it is not as important as Jiang Zhinian eating.

Jiang Zhinian was indeed a little hungry and tired, but he didn't act pretentiously and nodded.

During meals, it was Yan Jiyou who took care of her and picked food for her.

Trying to get her to eat more.

In Yan Jiyou's opinion, his Anian had lost a lot of weight.

He felt a little distressed when he saw it.

"eat more!"

Jiang Zhinian looked at the bowl full of food and felt a warm feeling in her heart, but since the matter in Jiangzhou was not resolved, she actually had no appetite.

"I can't eat much."

"You haven't eaten much. Be good and eat some more."

When Yan Jiyou spoke, he looked at Jiang Zhinian with a gentle expression, and she was in his eyes and heart.

Under Yan Jiyou's gaze, Jiang Zhinian ate a little more.

After dinner, Yan Jiyou went out for a while, and when he came back, he had a bowl of hot milk in his hand.

"I know you don't have much appetite. Drinking some milk will help."

Jiang Zhinian looked at the milk and his eyes lit up. "Where did you get the milk from?"

"Someone in a nearby house raised two cows, one of which was a female cow. I had someone heat up the milk, and I added some tea leaves because I was worried that it would have a fishy smell."

When they were still in the capital, Yan Jiyou knew that Jiang Zhinian liked to drink hot milk.

She said it helps with sleep.

Yan Jiyou knew that she liked drinking milk.

And he also knew that the cold drink shop opened by Jiang Zhinian sold milk tea.

Thinking that she didn't want to eat and ate very little, she should be able to drink some milk instead of water.

Yan Jiyou adjusted the temperature to normal before handing it to Jiang Zhinian.

This way it should be neither hot nor cold when drunk.

After Jiang Zhinian drank a bowl of milk, he felt his body warm up and he had a very comfortable feeling.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome to talk to me."

"You've been tired all day, take a rest first."

Jiang Zhinian nodded.

It was indeed very tiring to travel all the way here, and they hardly dared to stop on the way.

When he arrived in Jiangzhou and saw that Yan Jiyou was safe and sound, Jiang Zhinian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But she was still thinking about the Hanyue vine, hoping that someone had seen the Hanyue vine and knew where it was.

……

After a good night's sleep, when Jiang Zhinian woke up the next morning, after washing up and coming out of the house, he smelled a faint aroma of food.

She followed the smell to the kitchen and saw Yan Jiyou busy in the small kitchen.

Jiang Zhinian was stunned when he saw Yan Jiyou making breakfast.

He is the prince!

How could he get into the kitchen to cook!

Moreover, he was not fully recovered yet and his face was pale.

Seeing Yan Jiyou busy at work, Jiang Zhinian felt both distressed and shocked.

Yan Jiyou seemed to have heard a voice and looked towards the door. When he saw Jiang Zhinian, a gentle look appeared between his eyebrows, "Awake?"

Jiang Zhinian came back to his senses from his trance and nodded, "Well, are you...are you cooking?"

Even at this moment, Jiang Zhinian had a feeling that it was unreal, as if an illusion was appearing before his eyes.

He is the prince!

How can I cook? How can I cook in the kitchen?

Even if they are not the crown prince, the young men of noble families still believe that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen.

Yan Jiyou said in a gentle voice: "Well, go and rest for a while, breakfast will be ready soon."

After hearing these words, Jiang Zhinian was sure that he was really making breakfast.

Jiang Zhinian walked into the kitchen and wanted to help.

But Yan Jiyou felt that there was smoke in the kitchen and was reluctant to let Jiang Zhinian do it.

Jiang Zhinian still insisted, "You are the prince, how can you cook? I will make breakfast."

In fact, Jiang Zhinian was thinking that there should be people serving Yan Jiyou, and there should be someone in the kitchen who cooks.

But why did he cook by himself?

Yan Jiyou said: "It's okay."

"When I was little, when my mother was still alive, I also liked to cook in the small kitchen. At that time, I would help her, and my father would come to eat after he left the court."

That period was very warm for him.

No matter how delicious the food cooked by the imperial kitchen was, in his opinion, it was not as delicious as the food cooked by his mother.

The meals my mother cooks taste like home.

"It was also at that time that I learned some cooking skills from my mother."

Seeing that Jiang Zhinian had no appetite last night, he was also worried.

He thought that maybe the cooking taste of the cooks here was different from that in Beijing, and Jiang Zhinian might not be able to get used to it.

Now that he has hired a cook into the house, he is still worried at this special time.

So Yan Jiyou went to the kitchen to make breakfast for Jiang Zhinian herself.

He knew her favorite flavors and favorite meals.

Jiang Zhinian watched Yan Jiyou making breakfast. Every move he made was very elegant, and the breakfast he made looked exquisite and appetizing.

The kitchen was filled with smoke, making her feel a strong odor of fireworks.

"You are of such a noble status, and the Queen asked you to learn cooking. Aren't you afraid of what the ministers will say?"

She knew that many great scholars were very pedantic and always emphasized that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen.

Some officials in the Censorate were particularly averse to rules.

Yan Jiyou smiled elegantly and said, "My mother said at that time that cooking for the one you love and for your family is a happy thing."

Perhaps at this moment, he understood his mother's thoughts and persistence at that time.