The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

"Plum blossom cakes from Yueshiju! And tea cakes!! Oh, thank you, Brother Chuan!"

Qiaoyu held two pieces of tea cakes in her hands, which were still hot.

"Hey, you're welcome. It's nothing."

“These are quite expensive.”

"How can the cakes in Yueshiju be so cheap? Brother Song bought so many that my teeth are sore from chewing them."

Chang Nian broke his front teeth and found them very sticky.

Song Qichuan scratched his head in embarrassment, with the corner of his mouth raised, "I just received my salary, and I don't have any land to spend money on. It doesn't matter whether it's expensive or not, as long as you eat well."

He didn't have high material desires. He would spend the money he earned happily, and he was happy if he could make his younger brothers and sisters happy.

Huaichun teased, "Brother Song is now a fifth-rank official, so you should call him Lord Song."

As soon as the words fell, Qiaoyu and Changnian bowed playfully.

"Lord Song~"

"Oh hahahaha…how can this be allowed hahaha, I'm just a small guard…I can't even be one hahaha."

Song Qichuan shyly stood on tiptoe and swung his arms to run to the inner room, "Miss, Miss~"

Chu Yizhao happened to be about to go out. "I'm back. I'm going to the embroidery workshop. Do you want to come with me?"

"You didn't stop me from going."

To avoid suspicion, he always walked along the wall when returning to the courtyard.

"Zhang Yanqiu is sick and vomiting non-stop."

Song Qichuan sighed, and his good mood was gone.

"Why is he always running down or up? He must have been a rat in his previous life and has a grudge against caves."

Chu Yizhao paused and looked at him expressionlessly. Song Qichuan immediately closed his eyes, smiled awkwardly and bowed to invite him.

"In a few days, a scholar will come to Beijing. His father was convicted and all his relatives were killed. Be careful with your words."

Chu Yizhao gave Song Qichuan a serious instruction.

Xie Xiwen is not as careless as Zhang Yanqiu. Song Qichuan's mouth is like a chamber pot. Xie Xiwen is delicate and has suffered a miserable life. She is as fragile as a piece of thin porcelain. She can get angry to death with just a few words from him. Who can she go to for justice?

Song Qichuan leaned against the wall of the car, covering his face, "Miss, why do you always bring back disabled people? Can't we hire normal people for our account office?"

“No.”

"Why?"

"The foundation was not laid properly, and a moron started it."

"Brain-disabled? There are people with brain disabilities in our family. Besides me, it's Zhang Yanqiu, right? Who else?"

"... "

Chu Yizhao was too lazy to talk to him.

The carriage stopped at the backyard of the embroidery workshop.

Zhang Yanqiu's lips were pale, and he leaned weakly against the head of the bed, with dirty stains on the corners of his mouth.

Aqi is Zhang Yanqiu's servant. Zhang Yanqiu bought him from the slave farm last month.

"My master started vomiting three days ago. At first I thought it was because he was tired from the busy New Year. Later it got worse and worse. The doctor and medicine didn't help. He vomited five times this morning alone."

The pulse is weak and floating, indicating that the stomach qi is sinking.

Chu Yizhao asked, "Judging from the pulse, it's due to cold."

She picked up a prescription.

Baoshantang hired a new doctor with excellent medical skills some time ago, and Doctor Zhao was poached by her to take charge of Baekje Pharmacy.

Doctor Zhao has been practicing medicine for several years. He is highly respected and has superb medical skills. The prescriptions he prescribes are mild and nourishing, very suitable for Zhang Yanqiu.

no problem.

If the medicinal properties are not antagonistic, then it is edible.

"Have you eaten anything recently?"

"No, the master is already taking medicine and is cautious about it, so how dare he eat anything else?"

As he spoke, Zhang Yanqiu covered his chest and trembled. Seeing this, Aqi skillfully took out a wooden bucket from under the bed to catch the water. Zhang Yanqiu lay down beside the bucket and vomited twice.

Song Qichuan was about to say something disgusting, but he found that he didn't vomit out any dirt at all, it was all stomach fluid.

"Tsk tsk, you haven't eaten for a long time. How can your stomach handle taking medicine without eating anything?"

Aqi was embarrassed, "If I vomit like this, no matter how much I eat, it will all be vomited out. And my chest hurts from vomiting, so I can't eat..."

"Chest pain?"

Chu Yizhao frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and pressed Zhang Yanqiu's chest, pressing his fingers from left to right until the skin and flesh sank.

"Where? Here?"

The person who was wiping his mouth, hurriedly gathered up the quilt and hid behind him, "Miss! Miss, man and woman...hiss"

He pressed two fingers on the right side of his chest, and an indescribable pain suddenly exploded. Zhang Yanqiu didn't care about the difference between men and women, and hurriedly said, "That's it, that's it."

Chu Yizhao touched a bean-sized lump with her fingertips, and she pressed it twice, "Why does it hurt?"

"It hurts... it hurts, like a needle pricking you..."

Zhang Yanqiu gasped in pain.

Chu Yizhao withdrew his hand, searched his mind, and uttered two words.

"Poisoned."

The others were stunned.

Poisoning?

Song Qichuan put away his joking expression and frowned, "Where did the poison come from?"

He looked at the child beside the bed with a cold face.

Aqi shuddered and stepped back in panic, "No, no, I have no grudge against the master. I have never seen poison in my life, how could I hurt him..."

Chu Yizhao stood up silently, walked to the closet, opened the closed door, and saw several robes neatly and orderly stacked there.

"Do you need a reason to harm someone?" Song Qichuan pressed on. "You are the one who serves him personally, and you are the one who prepares the medicine and delivers the food. If it's not you, then who else could it be? Could it be me?"

"Mr. Song... is really not a little one..."

Archie was speechless and almost fell to his knees.

"It can't be him..." Zhang Yanqiu stood up to defend Aqi, "Maybe I ate something wrong."

Aqi was young and was bought from a slave farm. He signed a contract of sale and he didn't dare.

Song Qichuan pushed his shoulder and said, "You can't stop the hole below, and you're spinning around in the hole above. You don't even dare to drink herbal tea on weekdays, so how can you eat anything you want?"

"I…"

"Who usually washes the clothes in the embroidery workshop?"

A voice interrupted the argument, and the three looked in the direction of the voice. Chu Yizhao was standing next to the cabinet, holding a piece of brown clothes between his fingers.

Song Qichuan looked at Chu Yizhao's attitude, puzzled, "Why are you asking this? Are soap beans poisonous?"

Aqi was shocked and said, "No way, it's too busy at the end of the year, and everyone's dirty clothes are washed by Aunt Zhou next door. If the soapberry is poisonous, how come it only poisons the master?"

Chu Yizhao let go, and the corner of his clothes slipped off. The cabinet was split in the middle into two layers, the upper layer contained commonly worn robes and underwear, and the lower layer was hung with a heavy cloak.

A faint smell of sour plums wafted from the top layer of clothing. This smell was also on Aqi.

Chu Yizhao remembered that in the prescription for Zhang Yanqiu, there was a medicine called Cao Xie, which warmed the stomach and nourished the abdomen. This medicine was very effective, but its medicinal properties were precious. It was most contraindicated with sour foods such as plums, bitter apricots, etc. Eating them would cause poison in the heart and cause severe stinging. If you smell it...

Zhang Yanqiu's lips turned pale and he vomited again.

Chu Yizhao blinked.

take note of it.

Vomiting won't stop.

Upon hearing this, Song Qichuan grabbed Zhang Yanqiu's shoulders, took a deep breath, and said in amazement, "It really is there!"

“It’s smelly and sour.”

"Sour scholar."

Zhang Yanqiu covered her chest and glared at him secretly.

Song Qichuan didn't see it, "Miss, this medicine is so fragile that eating a plum will kill you. How dare you give it to others?!"

"Fruits, flowers, herbs, and medicinal plants are all in season. Medicines have a bitter taste, so drinking too much is not good. Patients will get better faster and feel more comfortable if they take medicine based on the temperature of the solar terms."

"Besides, the grass grows at the root of the chrysanthemum and relies on the chrysanthemum flower pulp to survive. Sour fruits basically grow in summer, so winter and summer are not compatible. How can we not use them?"

Zhang Yanqiu understood, "Someone poisoned me."

Where can I find sour plums in the twelfth lunar month?

"Who?" Song Qichuan looked at Aqi suspiciously again, "I knew it was you! You're the only one who knows what Lao Zhang is not eating!"

"Little...little..." Aqi was at a loss for words, "It's really not my little one...that clothes were washed by Aunt Zhou...she is also a suspect."

“Medicine residue.”

Zhang Yanqiu frowned, "There is a taboo in Shanglin Street. If someone is sick, they must pour the dregs of the cooked medicine to the entrance of the alley to get rid of bad luck and avoid losing money.