After the salted fish is married

37. Drug application

Yan Xining's room was originally very large and empty, and she could still hear an echo when she spoke.However, after the servants dressed up, the room completely changed.

The flimsy bed board was replaced by a luxurious big bed, the broken stool at the head of the bed became a clean low table with carved patterns, and a gorgeous brocade couch was placed on the place where the baskets were piled up opposite the bed...

Yan Xining's eyes widened in surprise when she entered the room. As expected of a prince, his small shabby house has a day of changing shotguns!

There was a screen between the brocade couch and the bed, Yan Xining lay sideways on the bed facing the screen, Ji Song's figure became blurred through the screen.But when Ji Song moved, the rubbing sound of his clothes could clearly reach his ears.

Yan Xining originally wanted to sleep on the brocade couch by herself, but Ji Song forced him to sleep on the big bed.The sound of Ji Song turning over came from the brocade couch again, and he couldn't help asking: "Songsong, are you asleep?"

Ji Song responded, "No." After a pause, he asked, "Is it in pain? I'll call them to change your medicine."

Yan Xining quickly explained: "No, I heard you turning over, I think you must have slept uncomfortably. Why don't we change?"

He is used to sleeping on the bed board. Although the brocade couch is not as long as the bed board, it is wider than the bed board. As long as he curls up a little, he can fall asleep.But Ji Song couldn't do it, he was tall and his legs couldn't be controlled freely, so it was really aggrieved to sleep on the brocade couch.

Ji Song refused, "No need."

Yan Xining sighed softly, Ji Song really wanted to save face and suffer.But the whole palace belongs to Ji Song, he can sleep wherever he wants, it's better for him to take care of himself.

Maybe it was because she slept too long during the day, or maybe she was not feeling well. After Yan Xining turned over, it took a long time before she fell asleep in a daze.In a daze, he seemed to hear someone talking, but the voice was very soft, and he couldn't hear what was said.

It was a rainy spring day, and the next day Yan Xining was awakened by the sound of pattering raindrops.He wanted to stretch comfortably on the bed, but just as he raised his arms, the severe pain in his waist and abdomen made him curl up like a shrimp.His stomach seemed to be crushed heavily by a wheel, the pain made it difficult for him to breathe, and tears burst out uncontrollably.

The god damn assassin wouldn't really break him, would he?It didn't hurt so much yesterday!

When Yan Xining was curled up on the bed doubting his life, he heard the sound of a wheelchair.Xun Sheng saw Ji Song coming towards his bed, before he could speak, he heard Ji Song softly say: "A Ning, how do you feel?"

The hairs on Yan Xining's body stood on end, Ji Song's tone seemed to be coaxing a child, and his skin got goosebumps.But when he saw the old man with white beard behind Ji Song, he understood why Ji Song did this.

The imperial physician behind Ji Song is surnamed Hu, and he has the highest qualifications in the imperial hospital.He has white hair and a childlike face, and carries a black box behind his back.Before he got close, Yan Xining smelled the smell of traditional Chinese medicine on his body.

There is someone coming from the palace, he has to play the role of Princess Rong who has a good relationship with Ji Song.He really wanted to show a gentle or bright smile, but at the moment there were tears in his eyes, no matter how miserable he looked.

Yan Xining gritted her teeth and said, "It's okay, don't worry."

The old doctor stroked his white beard and sighed: "Princess, you don't need to hold on. You were injured yesterday, and these two days are a difficult time. When the old minister changes your medicine, you will be able to relax."

Yan Xining finally knew why he was in such pain. When the old doctor removed the bandages wrapped around his waist and abdomen, he saw flowers blooming on his belly.He has never seen such a large area of ​​bruises in his age. Looking closely, the bruises are quite layered.His belly looks like a dyeing workshop, looking gaudy.

The belly is still like this, but the back and side waist will only be more serious.No wonder it hurts so much, if it wasn't for the image of Concubine Rong, Yan Xining must be greeting the eighteenth generation of assassin ancestors right now.

The old imperial doctor specially prepared an ointment for Yan Xining. The ointment was green in color and smelled sweet and cool when applied on the skin.When using it, you need to apply it with a small brush first, and then gently rub it to let the skin absorb the medicine.

The old lady brushed the ointment with a small medical brush in a leisurely manner: "The position of the waist and abdomen is the most important thing. The princess was beaten severely by the thieves but did not hurt the spleen and kidney internal organs. It is really a lucky person."

The little hairbrush tickled her body, Yan Xining wanted to laugh but also wanted to hide.But in order to recover from the injury as soon as possible, he could only bear the itch and spread the ointment evenly.

How can this feeling be described as "sour and refreshing"?If the strength is too strong, he can push himself up and jump up, but if the strength is too weak, he feels that the ointment is on his hand, and it has no effect at all.

I don't know if the imperial doctors took too long to check the pulse of the harem concubines, they are all exaggerated.Yesterday at the paddock, Yan Xining listened to the imperial doctor's diagnosis of him, and spoke as if he was going to die soon.Yan Xining was full of question marks at the time, he felt that his injury was not that serious and he could still be rescued.

Now he has figured it out, the concubines in the palace represent various court forces, and the imperial doctors need to travel among the various forces.If you are too straightforward, you may not know how you died.

The imperial doctors who can stay in the Tai Hospital are all good people. For their own reputation and to make them live better, they often exaggerate their injuries.After they have cured the patients, maybe the young masters of the palaces will reward them heavily for their hard work.

While rubbing the ointment, Yan Xining said perfunctorily, "Yes, God bless."

Ji Song stared darkly at Yan Xining's waist, where Yan Xining couldn't see, there was a shocking large bruise.His expression was not as relaxed as Yan Xining's, he knew what the imperial doctor said was true.

Thinking about it now, he was a little scared, if he hadn't released the arrow in time yesterday, would Yan Xining be beaten to death by the assassin?Thinking of this, Ji Song's eyes were gloomy, and the smile on his lips gradually disappeared.

The corner of Yan Xining's eyes flicked across Ji Song's face, he wondered if it was an illusion, did he think Ji Song was very happy?Did he say something wrong?

So he added: "Of course I have to thank the lord more. If the lord hadn't rescued him in time, I would probably be gone." Leaders are also human, and human beings like to listen to good words. Only those who show their loyalty at the right time are qualified subordinates!Yan Xining praised her ingenuity.

The patter of rain outside the house made the house even quieter.

Ji Song remained silent, in fact he was not as good as Yan Xining said.For a long time, all he gave Yan Xining was ignorance and hurt.

Ji Song turned his head and looked out the window, the rainwater in the corridor was strung together into beads.His mood was like the weather, cold and damp.

The old doctor quickly finished brushing the ointment. He put the ointment on the small table next to the bed and took care of him: "Apply the ointment once in the morning and evening, and take medicine three times a day. During the period of taking the medicine, the diet should be light, and spicy, greasy and hairy products should not be eaten. .”

Yan Xining fully agreed: "Yeah!"

He has already thought about the recipes for the past few days. He has picked so many wild vegetables from the royal enclosure, and finally they have a place to use.So he relaxed and said: "Don't worry, the imperial doctor, I will pay attention to my diet in the past few days and eat more wild vegetables, such as Chinese toon and bamboo shoots."

The old doctor's complexion changed, and he waved his hands again and again: "No, princess! Bamboo shoots and Chinese toon are both hair products!"

Yan Xining's smile froze:? ? ?

What are you kidding?Chinese toon and bamboo shoots are wild vegetables, how can vegetables be hair?Is it because the bamboo shoots grow quickly?

The old doctor said earnestly: "The so-called hairy things do not mean that the crops grow fast, but that they are easy to cause a series of diseases after taking them. The bamboo shoots are sweet and cold, and it is easy to cause gastrointestinal discomfort after eating, so bamboo shoots are a kind of hairy things. "

Yan Xining looked shocked, it turned out that he has learned a lot!But he soon began to feel sad. Did the bamboo shoots season that he was looking forward to come to an end because of his injury?He hasn't had time to taste the bamboo shoots he picked back!

The old imperial doctor took Yan Xining to take good care of her before leaving Wenzhang Garden.Yan Xining looked at the sky outside the window sadly, he rubbed his belly repeatedly, lamenting for his bamboo shoots.

Soon the ointment on the belly was spread evenly, the ointment made by the Tai Hospital is very absorbent, as long as the skin is gently rubbed, it will be slightly hot.The belly is fine, but what about the side waist and back?It's not easy to knead.

How about calling Bai Tao to help him?Just as he was about to speak, he felt a warm hand on his back.

Yan Xining almost jumped up, but when he turned his head, he realized that the person helping him rub the medicine was Ji Song.He breathed a sigh of relief: "Songsong, you scared me."

Yan Xining sat on the bed with her upper body bare and her back facing Ji Song. Ji Song was sitting in a wheelchair, her eyes were at Yan Xining's neck level.Ji Song's palm was rough but the strength of rubbing it was just right, Yan Xining praised: "I didn't see that Song Song is quite good at taking medicine."

Ji Song's voice was a little low: "Bumps are inevitable in the army." He has long been familiar with applying medicine, but this is the first time he has administered medicine to others so carefully.

The skin under the palm is warm and delicate, as smooth as satin to the touch.The thin ointment melted under the temperature of the palm, turning into transparent grease.There was a sweet smell of ointment floating in the air, when his palm rubbed over the purple-black part, Yan Xining hummed in a low voice, straightened her body and dodged subconsciously.

Ji Song's eyes became darker, his eyes stayed on Yan Xining's fair neck, and his hands unconsciously touched the neck along the spine.

Yan Xining turned around in surprise: "Songsong?" Why did Ji Song's hand rest on his neck?Is the neck also blue?

Ji Song quickly turned his eyes away: "Persevere, it will be fine soon."

His ear tips were hot, and he felt his hands burn too.

After Yan Xining put on the good medicine and put on a bandage, a thin layer of sweat came out from the tip of his nose: "The ointment from the hospital is too good for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis." The back is hot.

The hotter his body was, the colder Yan Xining's heart became.When will such a day be the first?

Yan Xining looked at the raindrops outside the window depressedly: "Ah...it's too bad luck." It doesn't matter if he is hurt a little bit, the wild vegetables that he picked so hard are not allowed to eat, how can it be a miserable word?

Just as Yan Xining was sighing, Ji Song comforted him: "You have suffered a skin injury, which looks serious, and you will get better after two or three days. Just lie down for two or three days."

Yan Xining replied lazily: "Mmm..."

38. Braised Bamboo Shoots and Pickled Du Xian

Yan Xining lay on the bed for three days, and the bruises on his body changed drastically every day.On the first day, the color was mainly cyan, and on the second day, the cyan faded, and there was more purple.On the third day, he felt that his body was like a color palette, more colorful than the koi in the lake.

Although the skin color is not good-looking, the pain is relieved every day.By this morning, he could no longer feel the soreness of the muscle pull when he stretched.

Ji Song put the empty medicine jar beside him, seeing that Yan Xining was full of energy, the corners of his lips raised, "Yan Ke and the others brought you a gift."

Yan Xining's eyes lit up: "Huh? A gift?" When he stepped out of the bedroom, his eyes lit up: "A lot of bamboo shoots!"

I saw five big baskets in the middle of the main room of his house, and the baskets were full of bamboo shoots.Yan Ke and the others stood beside the basket with bright smiles: "It rained two days ago, and the spring bamboo shoots grew quite well. Thinking that the princess likes to eat bamboo shoots, the brothers went to dig some."

Yan Xining was very grateful: "Thank you brothers."

Although he can't eat bamboo shoots for the time being, he plans to dry them all into dried bamboo shoots.It must taste delicious when he eats stewed meat when he recovers.

At this time, Ji Song's voice came: "Bamboo shoots are considered bad for people with bad stomach. Your stomach is fine. I asked the imperial doctor, it's not that you can't eat it, but you should eat it in moderation."

Yan Xining's eyebrows started to rise, and the bright stars in her eyes came back again: "Really?"

Ji Song said softly, "There's no need to lie to you."

Yan Xining cheered: "Bai Tao brought our knife, and we peeled the bamboo shoots! By the way, soak the bacon at home, and we will have pickled fresh meat for lunch!"

Seeing Yan Xining's cheerful expression, Yan Ke couldn't help laughing: "The princess only noticed the bamboo shoots, and didn't pay attention to these things at all." He pointed to the large and small brocade boxes stacked on the desk.

Yan Xining really didn't notice these brocade boxes, he walked over to have a look, each brocade box was tightly wrapped, and the contents inside could not be seen at all.However, judging from the gorgeous packaging of the brocade box, the contents inside may be of great value.

Yan Xining casually picked up a brocade box and looked at it: "What is this?"

Ji Song said: "It may be the Ganoderma lucidum sent by the second prince's residence, or it may be the ginseng sent by the prince's residence. They are all for you."

Yan Xining quickly put down the brocade box, and wiped his hands on his clothes: "What's the situation? Why did the crown prince and the second prince suddenly send me these things?"

Yan Xining always feels that there is a huge conspiracy waiting for him: "I haven't spoken to them a few words, why are they giving me things in such a good way? There must be a conspiracy."

Ji Song smiled but said, "The court is very lively these days."

Ever since Ji Song was assassinated during the spring hunting, the sage Longyan was furious and scolded several princes in the camp, including Ji Tan who hated even dogs.Although the spring hunt is over, the pursuit of the murderer has not ended.

The Holy Majesty spoke, vowing to investigate the matter to the end.So the princes began to bite each other. Today, the disciples of the second prince found out some corrupt officials under the prince. Tomorrow, the prince will join the second prince's capable generals...

In the past two days, there has been a bloodbath in the court, but Ji Song used the excuse of recuperating behind closed doors to stay away from the place of right and wrong.In order to prove their innocence, the princes racked their brains to send things to Prince Rong's mansion, which is the origin of the pile of brocade boxes on the desk.

Ji Song said: "The gifts are all nourishing herbs, you can put them away."

Yan Xining's head grew dizzy when she heard it: "Don't, don't, you should put it away. My body is weak, last time you gave me a deer, I ate a roast venison, and then got angry several times. sky."

Ji Song smiled: "It's not from me, it's from the crown prince."

Seeing Yan Xining's strong resistance, Ji Song thought for a while and said, "I ordered people to put these things in the warehouse and put them together with your dowry. You can take them yourself when you need them."

Yan Xining nodded casually: "Yes, fine."

The sun was shining outside today, and Yan Xining's bones were loose after lying on the bed for three days.He went for a stroll outside the house, and when he came back, he and Bai Tao sat under the eaves of the porch and started peeling bamboo shoots.The master and the servant got together to carefully peel the bamboo shoots. Occasionally, when they got a particularly large bamboo shoot, they would chatter a few words.

Ji Song casually put the report on the desk, and his eyes saw the vibrant vegetable field through the open door: "Let them chew on it for a few more days to see if there are any flaws. By the way, cang How's the wind?"

Yan Ke said: "This subordinate has been sending people to keep an eye on Cang Feng for the past few days, but no one has come to look for it."

Ji Song nodded, and he steered the wheelchair towards the door: "Keep an eye on it for a while."

Once out of the gate, Ji Song felt like he had stepped into another world.Outside the house, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the spring is bright, and the pressure on him is suddenly relieved.I don't know which crop exudes a fresh fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed.

At the kitchen door, Yan Xining was sitting on the tree stump with his back facing him, with bamboo shoot shells scattered all over the ground under his feet.The bamboo shoots that Yan Ke and the others brought back were very fresh and tender, and each one was covered with crystal dew.When the knife cut through the skin of the bamboo shoots, the unique fragrance of the bamboo shoots diffused out.The sound of the bamboo shoots peeling off is very pleasant, and the sense of accomplishment is unparalleled when watching the smooth bamboo shoots come out of the bamboo shoots.

The peeled bamboo shoots are blue and white in color, and there will be raised red roots near the bamboo nodes at the root.Yan Xining lightly peeled off the root system and old skin, and the roots of the bamboo shoots treated by him are fresh and clean, and it is pleasing to look at when they are tender.

Not long after, Yan Xining processed a bamboo basket of bamboo shoots, and he divided some of them to Bai Tao: "Save these for lunch, take them to wash."

Hearing the sound of a wheelchair behind her, Yan Xining tidied up the bamboo shoots under her feet, and moved out of the aisle where wheelchairs can pass: "Songsong, do you want to try peeling the bamboo shoots?"

Ji Song had seen Yan Xining peel bamboo shoots before, but he hadn't tried it himself. After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand: "I'll try."

Yan Xining picked up a bamboo shoot and handed it to Ji Song: "Use a small knife to cut open the bamboo shoot's coat, twist it lightly, and the bamboo shoot will come out."

Ji Song not only knows how to use a knife, but also his hands and feet are more agile than Yan Xining imagined.I saw him neatly cut a knife on the bamboo shoot, and when the blade did not leave the bamboo shoot, he pried both sides, and a whole bluish-white bamboo shoot appeared in his hand.

Yan Xining applauded enthusiastically: "That's great!"

Ji Song was a little amused: "It's not complicated."

Yan Xining smiled and said: "Yes, it's not complicated, but not everyone can do it so well for the first time like you!"

Ji Song tilted his head, his ears felt slightly hot.

After peeling a few more bamboo shoots, Ji Song understood Yan Xining's joy in picking and peeling bamboo shoots.As Yan Xining said, wild vegetables are a gift from nature to human beings, and as long as you put in a little labor, you can get rich returns.

Hearing the crackling sound of bamboo shoot shells and smelling the fragrance of bamboo shoots, the restlessness and boredom in my heart dissipated a lot unconsciously.Occasionally speaking a few words with Yan Xining does not need to think carefully.

Ji Song hadn't felt so relaxed for a long time, he forgot the passage of time and patiently peeled off the bamboo shoots.It wasn't until Sishichu, when Yan Xining got up and walked to the kitchen, that he put down the knife in his hand.

The wooden tub in the kitchen was soaking marinated bacon. Chu Liao didn't have a refrigerator, and the guards sent too much meat, so Yan Xining could only find a way to store it.Bacon is one of the ways to store meat: fresh meat is soaked with enough salt to marinate for several days, then washed and hung in a cool and ventilated place to dry, so that the processed meat can be stored for several months.

In addition to bacon, Yan Xining also prepared a knife of fresh pork belly.He washed the bacon and cut it into bite-sized pieces together with the fresh meat: "Bai Tao, chop up three lettuces, and bring a handful of shallots along the way."

Bai Tao stuffed a handful of twigs into the stove: "Good!"

Bai Tao ran so fast that he almost knocked over Ji Song who was entering the door when he went out.Fortunately, Ji Song is very skilled, even if it is not good for walking, he stabilized his figure in time.Not only that, he also grabbed Bai Tao's back collar, which saved Bai Tao from losing his teeth.

Ji Song released his hand and said lightly, "Be careful."

After working with the guards for the past few days, Bai Tao was not as afraid of Ji Song and the others as he was at the beginning.He stammered an apology: "The villain is wrong, my lord forgive me."

Ji Song nodded lightly: "Go."

After Yan Ke and the others removed the kitchen door, Ji Song was able to visit the kitchen.In fact, he has been to the kitchen several times in the past two days, and he has figured out what utensils and furnishings are in the kitchen.

Hearing the sound of the wheelchair, Yan Xining was delighted: "Why did you come in? There is a lot of oily smoke inside."

Ji Song relaxed his body: "What are you doing?"

Yan Xining cut the bamboo shoots in his hand into hob pieces, and he introduced: "I'm going to make salted fresh."

This is a dish that Ji Song has never heard of. Yan Xining introduced: "Blanch the bacon and fresh meat, stir fry it, add boiling water and simmer for half an hour, then add the blanched spring bamboo shoots and lettuce. This dish The dish is called Xianduxian, a unique delicacy in spring, you will never forget it after eating it.”

Ji Song couldn't help but nodded slightly: "Yes."

As a prince, Ji Song has tasted the top ingredients of Chu and Liao, and he himself is not a person with a good appetite.But after hearing Yan Xining's ecstatic introduction, he actually had expectations.

Hearing the clinking of pots and pans in the kitchen, watching Yan Xining's busy appearance, and smelling the aroma of the ingredients being cooked.Ji Song felt an unprecedented peace, and for a while he felt sleepy.

When the two kinds of meat were put into the cauldron and started to simmer, Yan Xining realized something was wrong: Why hasn't Bai Tao come back yet?

He walked out of the kitchen in wonder, and saw Ji Song leaning quietly on the wheelchair under the eaves outside the kitchen, with his eyes closed and his breathing long.The sun shone on his face, and Ji Song's tired blue eyes were undoubtedly revealed, as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.However, at this moment, he was sleeping comfortably, without worries.