The three-flower beauty tea with honey is much better, it is sweet and comfortable to drink.

At this time, the Construction Department had just sent the second batch of cosmetics, and this time it released a new color of lipstick, blush and loose powder. Tsk, the previous box of rouge has been used to lipstick, blush and eye shadow. Qi Cainu’s four guys are planning to split them one by one, and they really have some potential for a lunatic business.

Yue Wangshu touched his chin, "Do I give me some gifts?"

After all, I have collected so many cosmetics.

When Li Yue heard this, the little chicken nodded like a pecking rice: "Master, have you made new flower tea? I'll send some back. The gift is light and the affection is heavy!"

Yue Wangshu nodded: "Okay, you can go and pack four servings and send them to the construction department."

"Ah?" Li Yue was confused like a monk, "Where are you sending him?"

Yue Wangshu said with a natural look: "Send it to the Construction Department to give the four palace maids who have developed cosmetics. Oh, by the way, tell them, add honey or rock sugar to drink it."

You give me cosmetics, I give me flower tea, how elegant!!

Li Yue was speechless for a moment, and after a long time, he reminded him: "Master, giving these powder is what the emperor means." - You should return the gift to the emperor!

It’s not that Yue Wangshu doesn’t understand this truth, but...

"This flower tea...isn't it suitable?" Flower tea is also a flower. Giving flowers to people is easy to make people ambiguity.

Lee Yoo was silent. It seemed to be called "skin care tea"? But it was a little inappropriate.

Yue Wangshu said, "Let's do this, I'll give you a few copies to the palace, but it's just for the concubines and princesses." - The man has no share!

"What about the emperor?" Master Shuyuan, do you still have the emperor in your eyes?!

Yue Wangshu said to himself, I have to give him something?!

Alas, forget it, who said he was the big boss?

"Mushrooms... I haven't entered the mountains for a long time, and I have finished the inventory in spring." There are some mushrooms in the kitchen, but they are not specialties for Rose Ridge, but purchased.

"Then ask the chef to make two boxes of Bazhen cakes and send them back to the palace." Yue Wangshu said, Bazhen cakes are considered medicinal food, and the doctor will give medicine to the doctor, which is very suitable! It won't cause misunderstandings!

Lee Yoo sighed, "Okay." It's better than giving nothing.

Then, a few days later, the sick emperor came to kill him.

At that time, Yue Wangshu was looking at the pile of newly dried mugwort in the pharmacy, thinking about whether it would be better to make a moxibustion column or a mugwort bag...

Then the door of the pharmacy was kicked open.

Needless to say, the only one who dares to kick her door is the sick dog emperor.

"Yue Wangshu! What do you mean!"

"I have to send flower tea back to the palace, and I have to pay for the whole palace. I have not forgotten the four 'palace maids' of the Construction Department, and even have the same lords! But I don't give it to me!" Yan Zheng was very angry. He felt that he was obviously targeted by Yue Wangshu. Do you hate me so much?

Yue Wangshu blinked blankly, "Yan Lao? Who is it?"

Eunuch Du, who was kneeling aside, hurriedly reminded in a low voice: "It's the third princess."

Yue Wangshu suddenly realized, "Concubine Rong's daughter is called Zheng Lao? Your name is really good!" Yue Wangshu smiled and raised his thumbs up at the emperor.

Yan Zheng:...

"Don't talk about him!" But Yan Zheng's anger has dropped by three points, after all, he doesn't hit the smiling person.

Yue Wangshu then explained: "Emperor, this flower tea is a three-flower beauty tea. You can tell it is a beauty-beautifying person by name." He looked at the emperor's fair face, why? Do you also need beauty-beautifying person?

"And it can also activate blood circulation and regulate menstruation, so as to lose weight." Why? Do you need to regulate menstruation? Or do you need to lose weight? Yue Wangshu glanced at His Majesty the Emperor's waist.

"Ahem!" Yan Zheng's face became embarrassed in an instant, "How can I know this?"

In fact, Yan Zheng really knew that as the saying goes, he became a good doctor after a long illness. Yan Zheng actually understood the basic medical theory and medicine. He just pretended not to understand, otherwise how could he have reason to provoke a gang?

Yue Wangshu said suspiciously: "But, didn't I give you Bazhen Cake to regulate your spleen and stomach..." He didn't leave you alone.

Yan Zheng coughed gently, "Okay, I've come, I'm here, so I just think it's coming out to relax." Fortunately, the government is not very busy now, and as long as I finish reviewing the backlog of memorials, it's okay to come out for one or two days.

Yue Wangshu, what a "here's all here".

She could see that the sick emperor was here to make excuses.

Of course, men need to find some reason to pester women, otherwise wouldn’t that betray them all?

Yue Wangshu silently recited in his heart: Treat him as a patient!

Then he showed a kind and kind smile, "Your Majesty, you look good recently, why don't I help you take your pulse?"

Seeing that Wang Shu was smiling, Yan Zheng was surprised and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He followed the good side, pulled up his sleeves and asked him to see the doctor.

A little white mouse descended from the sky - this is the poke that Yue Wangshu put on the emperor.

Some days I haven't seen each other, and the emperor's pulse has become stronger again. Apart from the old problems in my lungs, my constitution is still a little cold.

Yue Wangshu touched his chin and said, "Please open your mouth, I'll take a look at your tongue coating."

Yan Zheng opened his mouth obediently.

Yue Wangshu glanced at it and then said, "The dampness is cold, but it is not serious."

As she said that, she glanced at the pair of mugwort and said, "I'll make some mugwort bags for you, you can take them back and take them to bathe your feet." - In fact, it's better to do moxibustion, but she has to take off her clothes. She thinks it's not appropriate. Let the emperor go back and soak his feet slowly.

"Well, that's fine, I don't hate the smell of mugwort." Yan Zheng's face looked a bit reserved.

Yue Wangshu did it as soon as he said that, and called two little eunuchs to come in and smash the mugwort. He also asked the palace maid to take ordinary cotton cloth. Yue Wangshu personally took the knife and cut it into a square of the same size, and then sewed it into a palm-sized purse, stuffed with mugwort.

She inherited the original owner's female-red skills, and some simple handicrafts are naturally no problem.

Under the warm corridor, Yue Wangshu was sewing a mugwort bag, and Emperor Yan Zheng sat on the rattan chair beside him and watched quietly, like a living ancestor - this was Yue Wangshu's evaluation.

But Yan Zheng felt that this moment was extremely quiet.

The peonies in the courtyard are blooming magnificently, and yellow and white buds are also formed on the persimmon trees. The courtyard is quiet, with only the fragrance of flowers and mugwort.

Yue Wangshu is flexible in threading needles, but after all, he hasn't been able to move needles for a long time. So, by accident, the tip of the needle penetrates into his fingertips.

"Hiss!" It hurts!

"Be careful!" Emperor Yan Zheng quickly got up and grabbed Yue Wangshu's hand and raised it carefully. A blood bead was indeed oozing from the pink and white fingertips. He quickly took out a brocade handkerchief to wipe it, "No one urges you, take it slowly."

Yue Wangshu: You won’t say that you don’t have to do it, or let the palace maid do it?

Well, forget it. If you don’t exercise your skills, you will easily regress. She doesn’t want to forget this craft.

So he slowed down and sewed his purse slowly, while instructing: "Soaking mugwort on your feet can warm your meridians and relieve fatigue. The emperor can soak it for a while before going to bed every day, which is good for the body."

"Well, I've recorded it." Yan Zheng did not sit back on the rattan chair, but stood aside and watched her sew the purse.

Yue Wangshu: It’s really a bit nervous to be supervised at such a close distance.

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