The Lady's Code for Raising Her Husband

"I see." Ye Yuxiao finished studying the pills, put the crushed powder into the wooden box, and closed the lid, "Xiao Zhuan, when I go back, prepare me a pot of boiling water and a set of clean clothes. ……tableware."

She is new here, and she has not had time to make test tubes, so she will disinfect the tableware first and then refill it.

"Yes..." Xiao Zuan didn't understand what she was going to do, so he answered in a ignorant manner.

Thanks to the deity, I know medical skills originally, although the level is not good, but the warehouse of Xiaoyunyuan has a complete range of medicinal materials, and I have what I want. As soon as Ye Yuxiao returned to Prince Qi's mansion, she plunged into the medicinal material storehouse, compounding medicinal materials, and doing experiments, so busy that she was so busy.

At this moment in Shangyong Courtyard, Ouyang Sheng put aside all his affairs, just hugged the wine jar, and drank from one jar after another.

It was the first time that the shadow left the secret room without permission and snatched the wine from Ouyang Cheng's arms: "My lord, you can't drink any more!"

Ouyang Sheng snatched the wine jar back: "This king can live for a month at most, if he can drink one more glass, it's a glass."

With the facts in front of his eyes, Shadow couldn't say any words of comfort, so he could only say: "My lord, do you still have any unfulfilled wishes?"

"Wish?" Ouyang Cheng thought for a while, and stood up staggeringly with the wine jar in his hand, "You reminded me, before I die, I have to divorce my wife anyway, to settle the matter." Wish. You go, you go and call the princess, the king wants to divorce his wife!"

His life was about to end, but he was thinking about divorcing his wife. The shadow was speechless for a moment, and ordered the servant girl through the door, and escaped into the secret room again.

The servant girl conveyed Ouyang Cheng's wishes to Xiaoyunyuan. The editor panicked and even knocked on the door of the medicinal material storehouse: "Princess, the prince sent someone to invite you over, saying that he wants to divorce his wife! Concubine, why don't the servants go now?" Prince Pingnan's mansion, did you invite King Pingnan to support you?"

Ouyang Sheng invited her to Shangyong Courtyard? Isn't that just right? Ye Yuxiao poured the extracted medicinal liquid into a small porcelain bottle and sealed it, stuffed it into her bosom together with a set of silver needles, and opened the door of the medicinal herb library: "Such trivial matters, why bother grandpa, I will come as soon as I go."

The prince wants to divorce his wife, is this a trivial matter? When the prince had this plan last time, the princess was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, why is she so calm this time? The editor was puzzled, and sent Ye Yuxiao out of Xiaoyunyuan.

Ye Yuxiao came to Shangyong Courtyard alone, and Shangyong Courtyard was very quiet, the servant girl led her to the door of the study, and then retreated.

Ye Yuxiao gently pushed open the study door, and Ouyang Cheng was sitting on the floor, drinking with a pot in his hands, with a rather uninhibited posture. Around him, several empty wine jugs were poured in disorder, and the residual wine dripped all over the floor.

Drunk? Why are you drunk? When he was in Baiyun Guan, his mood was a little bit wrong, is it related to this? Ye Yuxiao guessed, stepped forward, and kicked open an empty wine jar: "My lord, I heard that you are looking for me?"

"It's not the king who is looking for you, it's the letter of divorce who is looking for you." Ouyang Sheng was indeed drunk, and raised his head with blurred eyes, pointing at her with the hip flask.

Ye Yuxiao glanced at the jug, and said, "It's up to me to go back on my word, but I've already figured it out. If you want to write a divorce letter, just write it."

"Ye Yuxiao, since you pestered me, it's finally refreshing." Ouyang Cheng stood up unsteadily, and walked to the desk with drunken steps.

The desk is covered with ready-made Chengxin paper and Duan inkstone with polished ink. Ouyang Cheng grabbed a wolf hair, held a pen in one hand, and carried a pot in the other, splashing ink and brushing the brush, flamboyant.

His handwriting is majestic, vigorous and powerful. Even if he is seven or eight points drunk, his strokes are still steady and powerful enough to penetrate the back of the paper.

The words are written really well. Ye Yuxiao praised secretly, and said, "Give me the jug, and drink it after you finish writing."

Ouyang Cheng was engrossed in writing, and subconsciously handed over the flagon.

Ye Yuxiao took the jug, quietly retreated behind him, then took out the small porcelain bottle in her arms, and dissolved the medicinal liquid into the wine.

She shook the jug lightly, shaking the wine and medicine evenly, then returned to Ouyang Cheng's side as if nothing had happened, and watched him write her divorce letter.

It has been half a year since Ouyang Sheng was forced to marry "Ye Yuxiao". In the past six months, he wanted to divorce his wife all the time, and now that his wish came true, he felt that every pore was dripping.

After he finished writing the last stroke, he put Lang Hao far away, looked at the still ink-stained divorce letter, and showed a smiling face: "Mr. Ye, from now on, you and I will be separated, and we will never see each other again."

"Since that's the case, come and drink this jug of parting wine." Ye Yuxiao handed over the jug.

But Ouyang Sheng refused to accept it: "What parting wine are you drinking? Hurry up and pack up your dowry and leave Prince Qi's Mansion!"

"The divorce document has been completed. You and I are no longer husband and wife. What are you afraid of?" Ye Yuxiao put down the wine pot, folded the divorce document and put it in her arms.

Perhaps it was because she accepted the divorce letter, Ouyang Sheng felt relieved, and looked a little drunk, grabbed the flagon with one hand, pushed her against the edge of the table with the other, and laughed softly: "I told you, you might not believe it." , I am not afraid of heaven or earth, but I am afraid of being entangled by you. Now that you have accepted the divorce letter, I can finally sleep well."