The wind and moon of the other world are full of the world

That day, when Cheng Zailan left the prime minister's mansion, the imperial physician entered the door.Because the prime minister of the Jinshuo Dynasty, Meng Qianxun, fell ill.It is better to say that it is a recurrence of an old problem-stomach pain.

The old imperial doctor hurried to the prime minister's mansion, felt the pulse well, used acupuncture to relieve the pain, then wrote a prescription for the butler of Meng's mansion to grab the medicine, fried it, stared at the prime minister's dark face and drank the bowl of black medicine in person. After stroking the white beard a few times with the medicine box, the old doctor walked away with a smile...

The next day, the emperor of the Jinshuo Dynasty didn't see the omnipotent Prime Minister in the morning, and immediately dispersed in panic. Xuanyuan Jin rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion with a lot of precious medicinal materials.

"Meng Aiqing, I heard that you suddenly fell ill, but I didn't think about food and drink, and my heart was broken, and I was haggard for a long time... No, I came to see you, Aiqing right away... By the way, I also brought a lot of ginseng Bird's nest, bear bile and velvet antler, astragalus, snow lotus and coptis, angelica, red dates and motherwort..."

Xuanyuan Jin squatted beside the bed sadly, holding the jade hand of Prime Minister Meng, with a heartbroken look on his face.

Although it is said to be an old illness, mere stomach pain is not a big deal, but Meng Qianxun is still a sick person, and it is fine for Xuanyuan Jin to disturb his rest in a good manner. After all, as the emperor, Xuanyuan Jin will never enter the mansion empty-handed when he visits his subjects But what are coptis, angelica, and motherwort all about! ! !

"Housekeeper!" Meng Qianxun couldn't bear it and called out to the housekeeper with a dark face.

All of a sudden, a person appeared out of thin air in the Guihui Pavilion, only to hear that person respectfully bow to Minghuang's figure, and said in a respectful voice: "Your Majesty, my lord is going to rest, and the villain has made good rain for the Emperor in the front hall." Former Longjing..."

Xuanyuan Jin's face froze immediately, frowning and looking at Meng Qianxun sadly, the eyes are so pitiful!

"Your Majesty, I think about going to Beiliao in a few days." Meng Qianxun was half lying on the bed, her face pale.

Xuanyuan Jin put away his playful expression, frowned, and said worriedly: "How about living a little longer..."

"Your Majesty, you can't delay. The drought is too serious. Millions of people are short of water and food. If you delay, some people may see the clues, and there will be riots." The demons are in chaos, so why delay?

Xuanyuan Jin pursed her lips, pondered for a long time before saying: "Be careful on the road, Zhen faction..."

"Jin, Qianxun appreciates your kindness, but Anmei must not leave your side easily!" Meng Qianxun stared at Xuanyuan Jin with solemn eyes.

"Well, Chihiro, I also want to do something..." The young emperor lowered his head, murmuring like a child.

The corner of Meng Qianxun's pale mouth raised a smile, and said with interest: "Your Majesty, during the period when I am not here, please let the Emperor handle the affairs of the court personally..."

Immediately, Xuanyuan Jin's guilt-ridden face turned sad, but this time the young emperor did not complain, but said reluctantly with his lips curled up: "Got it, I know there will be no days for Chihiro." It will be very sad, hey..."

Meng Qianxun smiled silently, her eyes fell on the bright yellow figure in front of her, and a hint of doting flashed in her eyes.Jin, Chihiro hopes that you can continue to live with a smile like this.

"Qianxun, I won't disturb your rest... Also, thank you for this matter." Putting aside his honorable status, Xuanyuan Jin looked seriously at the pale-faced person on the bed, and sincerely thanked him.Although I don't know what method Meng Qianxun used, but the Cheng family's money, water, food, clothes and quilts have already been promised.

Hearing this, Meng Qianxun stared blankly at Xuanyuan Jin for a few moments, then suddenly shook her head and let out a long sigh: "Your Majesty, Qianxun feels that life is hard in this life, with a master like you..."

It was rare to be serious, but in exchange for such a sentence "Hate iron can't be steel", Xuanyuan Jin's face turned blue, stared at Meng Qianxun for a long time, and finally walked away, leaving only a lingering sound of gnashing teeth: "Come back early!"

Meng Qianxun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her heart can finally rest.

However, the sky fails to fulfill people's wishes.Xuanyuan Jin left the chancellor's mansion, and Master Mu came to visit again.

Looking at the man in gorgeous clothes with a smile in front of him, Meng Qianxun wondered if he should get some travel expenses from Mu Ziyin to Beiliao...

"Meng Qianxun, even when you're dying, you don't forget to plot against people!" After being scrutinized with strange eyes for a long time, Mu Ziyin felt trembling all over.

"Thanks for the compliment." Meng Qianxun withdrew her gaze, looking weary. Is this group of people here to visit patients or to torment others?Do you want to let people rest?

Seeing that the person on the bed was really not in good spirits, Mu Ziyin sighed from the bottom of her heart, pity flashed in her eyes, and she couldn't help asking softly: "What's wrong this time? Don't tell me it was a momentary negligence, I don't believe you don't know your spleen and stomach? And the butler of Mengfu is not dead!"

Well, dare to come to Yixing teacher to inquire about the crime!

Meng Qianxun rolled her eyes and said in a low voice, "The cook in the house has left."

Mu Ziyin was speechless, it really was the style of the Great Prime Minister Meng, he would rather be short than indiscriminate!

"Don't you like the things in Changle Building? Didn't I say that I will cover the cost of going to Changle Building? Okay, what are you doing in Changle Building?"

Although it sounds ugly to say this, how can Mu Ziyin, who is angry, control so much; besides, Mu Ziyin is not a fool, there is no such thing as a coincidence in the world!

The night before, they went to Changle Building for dinner and met Cheng Zailan by chance. The next day, Changle Building was inexplicably sealed off by the prime minister. On the third day, the Beiliao disaster relief bank that had troubled the emperor for more than half a month was resolved!

Meng Qianxun looked at Mu Ziyin's murderous eyes, rubbed his temples weakly, and said, "I accidentally ate too much that night... I didn't eat at noon..." There was no way, I was really hungry, and it happened that Cheng Zailan ordered Among the twelve dishes, there are quite a few that suit your taste.

"Then?" Mu Ziyin's voice was low.

"I don't feel comfortable sleeping at night... Changle Building was closed when I was in a bad mood in the morning..." This explanation should be ok, right?

"So?..." Mu Ziyin's gaze was still fixed on Meng Qianxun, not letting him avoid it at all.

Meng Qianxun stroked her forehead, and said resignedly: "Cheng is at Lanlai's house, so I will help the emperor take care of his worries."

Mu Ziyin withdrew her sharp gaze and sighed helplessly.

"That's not going to be sick, is it?"

Meng Qianxun hesitated for a while, and finally said: "The cakes in Changle Tower are gone, it just so happens that the emperor gave a lot of purple jade grapes as a tribute..."

So you accidentally skipped a meal and swallowed grapes instead, right? !

"...Later, Cheng Zailan came over and was hungry for a while. I happened to like hibiscus lamb and crab and chilled wine..."

Mu Ziyin had a terrible headache when she heard the words, rubbed her brows for a long time, and then said: "You have explained so clearly, and you are planning to hide it from the patriarch, right?"

Meng Qianxun nodded solemnly.

The veins on Mu Ziyin's forehead twitched, and the corners of his mouth twitched for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh: "You can take care of yourself..." After finishing speaking, Mu Ziyin stopped looking at the person on the bed, got up and left.

"Zi Yin, thank you."

Behind him, there was a tired sound like a sigh, Mu Ziyin's figure stopped suddenly, his back turned to Meng Qianxun, Mu Ziyin's gaze was fixed on the misty sky, and he opened his lips to whisper for a long time.

"Meng Qianxun, if this continues, I will be buried alive by the patriarch sooner or later..."