After time travel, I got rich by working with the light food system

Qi Yuji walked into the palace.

I saw Emperor Fu Ziming sitting by the bed, and lying on the bed was a woman, a skinny and a bit scary woman.

Fu Ziming kept holding the woman's hand with his hand. The porridge he had just cooked was spilled on the floor, but it seemed that he had not eaten it.

Qi Yu had just entered the inner hall, and the imperial doctor entered the hall behind him.

Gao Jie broke out into a cold sweat and said, "I'm here to see you, Your Majesty."

Because Qi Yu has a dummy face, he has changed his appearance. Even those who are very familiar with Qi Yu may not be able to tell that this face is even 50% similar to Qi Yu's original one.

Fu Ziming said anxiously: "The imperial concubine didn't drink even a drop of water today. She just managed to get some in, but within half an hour she vomited it all out."

Gao Jie quickly helped the imperial concubine Zhao Xingxin to diagnose her pulse through the gauze.

Gao Jie's expression became more solemn, and the final diagnosis result was still the same as before: there was no cure.

The result was like this. Gao Jie had no choice but to say: "Heart disease requires heart medicine. Madam, this is vomiting disorder caused by heart disease. Medicine and stone cannot cure it."

Fu Ziming took Zhao Xingxin's hand and paused obviously. In fact, the imperial doctor knew even if he didn't say it, but he couldn't accept that the person he had loved since childhood left him.

Fu Ziming only feels that he has a clear conscience. He has done his best for the court, official affairs, and people, so that the country will be free of war and the people can live and work in peace and contentment. But why does God want to play such a joke on him? Regarding God's injustice, Fu Ziming

The more I think about it, the more annoyed I become.

"If it's not good for you, she will be buried with me."

At this time, the temperature in the temple dropped to freezing point.

Gao Jie, Qi Yu and all the servants in the palace did not dare to express their anger, for fear of offending Fu Ziming's head and moving.

Fu Ziming was originally a gentle person, but as long as he had anything to do with Zhao Xingxin, he was always like that young boy with no sense at all.

At the moment of the stalemate, an extremely weak voice that could be missed without paying attention sounded: "Zi Ming"

Perhaps Fu Ziming's voice was too loud and woke up Zhao Xingxin who was sleeping, which was rare.

Fu Ziming immediately changed his appearance, and Fu Ziming said warmly: "Xingxing, are you hungry when you wake up? I'll ask someone to make your favorite seafood porridge."

Zhao Xingxin also knew that Qi Yu was not dead yet.

Zhao Xingxin said weakly: "Okay, tell them to go down first!"

Fu Ziming knew that she didn't want him to vent his anger on outsiders, so he said calmly: "You all go down!"

Everyone: "No"

Qi Yu also went to the small kitchen of Xinning Palace to make porridge for Zhao Xingxin. In the past, Zhao Xingxin loved his cooking. Not only Zhao Xingxin but also the late Emperor Fu Ziming also liked it.

So Qi Yu's first task when he returned to the palace to return to Fu Ziming was to cook for Zhao Xingxin and help her recover slowly. The second was to find out those who kidnapped Qi Yu and caused him to fall off the cliff, and to understand their purpose.

What's more, I have to put people in charge of the pot.

Even though the imperial doctor had come to see her, Zhao Xingxin's condition was not optimistic. Now she couldn't even eat the porridge made by Qi Yu, and it was difficult to force-feed her.

After making the porridge again and helping Fu Ziming down the porridge successfully, the sky turned white. After leaving with Fu Ziming, Qi Yu used Qinggong and returned to the palace.

Zhao Xingxin sleeps almost all day and only wakes up at night. Naturally, he only eats at night, which is exactly what Qi Yu does.

It's just that Fu Ziming has suffered a lot and hasn't had a good night's sleep in several months.

After entering the room, Qi Yu was touched by the scene in front of him.

His princess was lying beside the bed watching over his sister as she fell asleep. Perhaps she was worried that Meng Jiayue's hand was still holding Qi Yu's hand.

When Qi Yu picked her up from the bed, Meng Jiayue's face was covered with marks from the sheet fabric, with three small horizontal lines on one cheek, quite symmetrical like a little kitten.

After pinching Meng Jiayue's cheek and tapping Meng Jiayue's forehead, Qi Yu put the person next to his sister to sleep. Qi Yu turned into a rabbit and slept on the chair in front of the bed.

He was too tired this night and it was time to catch up on his sleep.

In the early morning of the third day, news came from the palace that Qi Yu's "body" had been found and would be transported back to the capital soon.

This news was nothing more than the last straw. In the past few days, the entire Royal Palace was shrouded in sadness. Qi Yu couldn't eat, couldn't sleep at night, and had lost a lot of weight on the basis of before.

Today is the day when Qi Yu's "corpse" comes to Beijing. Although it has been confirmed that the person is Qi Yu, Meng Jiayue and the others still need to confirm before they can bring the body back to the palace and then bury it.

Early in the morning, Meng Jiayue, Qi Yu, and Aunt Zhao took a carriage to Yizhuang to identify the body.

No one spoke along the way, and the entire carriage was immersed in depression. Although Meng Jiayue had never met Qi Yu, and had no feelings for him, she also heard that King Yu was a decent person, and she could also say that he

His death was closely related to the country. He risked his life to hand over the secret message to a trustworthy person, but he fell off a cliff, and his life or death was uncertain.

News of his death had long been reported, but now the body has been found and transported back to Beijing.

As soon as she arrived at the gate of Yizhuang and before she entered, Meng Jiayue felt waves of yin energy, which was quite scary. Although she didn't believe in ghosts and gods, she was still in awe deep in her heart.

Under the leadership of the owner of the village, they entered the inner village, where there were all kinds of corpses, and the people lying there died in different ways.

Passing by rows of small sheds where corpses were parked, a stench rushed into Meng Jiayue's nose. She frowned where no one else could see her. The smell was so unpleasant.

Finally, they followed the owner of the village and stopped in front of the main house of Yi Zhuang. They saw a luxurious coffin placed in the hall of the main house that was completely different from the corpses in the front.

The coffin was also rimmed with gold, so I guess this was the coffin containing Qi Yu's body.

After the owner of the village lit a stick of incense, he asked them to go forward and check.

Meng Jiayue helped Qi Yu, whose legs were already weak, and stepped forward. Before he took a step, Qi Yu's feet became softer and the air he breathed into his nose became smellier.

Finally, they stopped in front of the coffin. Most of the corpses in the coffin had no flesh, just like a model put together by a pile of bones. It was just a little bit yellower than the model. Among the many bones, only a few were still stained with some uncorrupted bones.

The rotten meat looks disgusting.

Meng Jiayue thought to herself, what can be seen from this?

Before she could continue to think about it, Qi Yu and Aunt Zhao beside her started crying.

Aunt Zhao sobbed and said, "Yu'er! You're finally back. The wet nurse misses you so hard!"

Qi Yu even burst into tears: "Yu Yu"

Meng Jiayue also tried to squeeze out a few tears and pretend, but she couldn't cry and could only stay with the two of them.

Just when Qi Yu and Aunt Zhao were crying, a man in official uniform hurried over.

This person is Wu Guang, the leader of the gang. Wu Guang said: "Mom, Miss Qi, you all know that the body of King Yu is right in front of you. If there is no problem, you can take it back."

Aunt Zhao pointed at the lower abdomen of the corpse and said, "It's Xiaoyu. I've been raising Xiaoyu since he was a child. I know the birthmark on his waist all too well."

Meng Jiayue looked along where Aunt Zhao pointed, and there was indeed a birthmark on her waist that was still stained with a trace of flesh, shaped like a shell.

Qi Yu also nodded. Like his brother Qi Yu, she also had the same birthmark on her shoulder. It was undoubtedly her brother Qi Yu.

After confirming the body, Yizhuang immediately sent someone to take them and the body back to the palace.

After Wu Guang watched the carriage leave his sight, he took a meaningful look at the carriage and entered Yizhuang.

After everything returned to calm, a man in black clothes and a mask on the big tree that was facing Meng Jiayue and the others also left.

The original calm has really been restored.

The carriage stopped in front of the palace first. After getting off the car, Meng Jiayue couldn't help but sigh: This was the biggest gesture she had ever seen after marrying to Prince Yu's palace. After all, she didn't have such a big fuss on her wedding day.

I saw a group of black people standing at the gate of the palace. Most of these people came from the palace. There were not so many people in their palace.

Meng Jiayue thought to herself, will I have such a grand attitude when I die?

After that, I have to work hard to complete the system's tasks. It's best to make a big fortune. After all, she still wants to die in glory!

She had to think of a way to make money. After all, she still had to run away. Although Qi Yu was accompanying her in this huge palace, she still wanted to go out and have some adventures. It was best to take Qi Yu with her.

The carriage containing the body that followed their carriage also arrived. The guards standing at the door were well-trained to remove the ropes and put the coffin and the body on the ground, and then carried it into the palace with all their strength.

After everything was settled, the night gradually came to an end.

At this time, the lights in Prince Yu's palace were brightly lit, and Qi Yu's "corpse" was parked in the main hall.

Since all the women in the palace were women, the emperor had ordered someone to take care of all the burial matters, so Meng Jiayue and the others didn't have to worry about anything. It happened that she was also free.

The real master, Qi Yu, was extremely busy in the palace. Just now, Zhao Xingxin fell ill again and almost didn't survive.

More than a dozen imperial doctors were busy working and finally allowed the person to stay temporarily. The rest of the meal and medicine depended on Qi Yu.

Zhao Xingxin is extremely weak now, and the food she eats must be even more refined and refined without making any mistakes.

Moreover, it is now difficult for her to eat due to her condition, and it is even more difficult to take medicine. Since the past few days, the medicine has been mixed with food.

On this basis, Qi Yu's task became even more difficult, so a scene like this appeared in the kitchen. Qi Yu and a room of imperial doctors were following Qi Yu in cooking. The imperial doctor was responsible for checking whether the medicine and ingredients were incompatible, and Qi Yu

Yu was responsible for making the ingredients and medicinal materials prepared by the imperial doctor, and tried his best to cover up the smell of the medicine.

After working for most of the night, I finally made the medicinal porridge.

In the inner hall, Zhao Xingxin was lying lifelessly on the bed, and Fu Ziming was still watching over him.

Fu Ziming felt haggard again overnight, and now Zhao Xingxin gets sick almost every day. She suffers from physical discomfort caused by low blood sugar, which manifests as vomiting, coughing, etc.

Because Zhao Xingxin is too thin and coughs once, her body will suffer huge damage. In the past few days, she has started to cough up blood. The situation is very bad.

Qi Yu: "Ziming, the porridge is ready. Feed it while it's hot."

Qi Yu put the porridge on the low table in front of the bed. The porridge was bright and slightly green in color. The rice grains had been boiled to a pulp and blended with the finely chopped medicinal materials. Although it was a medicinal porridge, it had no medicinal taste at all.

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This porridge is made by using the best pork ribs to boil the soup first, and then slowly simmering the porridge with the cooked soup. When the rice grains are just soft and tender, add the filtered medicinal materials and simmer for another hour.

The heat is beyond the control of ordinary people. Anyone who looks at this porridge will have their mouth watering.

After successfully swallowing the porridge, Fu Ziming finally felt relieved.

After closing the door, the two of them came to the outer hall.

Wu Guang was already waiting in the outer hall.

Wu Guang: "The lower official will see the emperor, the emperor."

Fu Ziming: "No need to be polite, let's talk about business first."

Wu Guang: "The matter has been settled. Not only Miss Qi and Aunt Zhao believe it, but those over there must also believe it..."

Another mansion far away in the capital.

The man in black mask said: "Reporting to the Lord, my subordinates have confirmed that it is indeed the body of the royal prince."

Fu Feng: "Can you see clearly?"

Man in black mask: "That's what Aunt Zhao said herself."

Fu Feng: "They are used to scheming, they can't be trusted."

The man in black mask said: "Then please let me know exactly what I should do."

Fu Feng smiled sinisterly: "I have arranged the next steps, you can just watch the show."