I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

The System Plantago radiates a "ding" sound: "Returning Heart Grass, slightly bitter, calm, functions mainly to calm the nerves, palpitations, palpitations, neurasthenia, worth two hundred and ten points."

Baicaoshi's small mouth was stuffed with an egg, and the system's conscience discovered that a little moss is worth so much. "Cute little Che Che, I found that you are very kind today, keep it up."

Plantago snorted proudly, "It's not because I'm kind, it's because it's really worth so much. How can the herbs related to the heart be so cheap?"

Too. Baicao Poetry has entered the Heart-Returning Grass, and there are still a lot left. She planned to pick them all back, dry them in the shade and store them, and then make tea for Zhe Yu and fill her heart.

Quietly, she went back the same way, trying not to disturb anyone, but when she reached the door, she saw a bright red lantern, and Tie Lanxin was followed by a little maid. Her clothes were buttoned wrongly, and her face was hanging tear stains.

"Baiyu, you are finally back, you are in a hurry, come with me."

Without any explanation, she grabbed Baicaoshi's wrist and rushed towards the outer courtyard.

"Hey, Bai..." Chef Gao shouted Baicao Poetry.

Baicaoshi waved her hand behind her, "Wait for me to come back."

"I said little princess, man and woman...you..."

Tie Lanxin didn't stop at all, when she met the guard girl on the road, everyone avoided Tie Lanxin, and complained a lot after she left, probably in a panic and inappropriate.

Baicaoshi followed Tie Lanxin to a remote and quiet courtyard, and entered directly without passing through, "Mother, I've found a doctor for you."

There was incense in the bedroom, and a corner of the curtain was lifted, and Baicaoshi saw Tie Lanxin's mother. She was pale and made a sound that sounded like suffocation and panting.

"Lan Xin, Lan..." The woman stretched out her arm, trying to grab a handful of support, but Baicaoshi supported her and let her lie down. First, she opened her eyelids to look, and then put her hand on her heart, "plop plop", obviously her heart rate was too fast. When the finger cuts the upper vein, Baicaoshi can completely cut off the lesion. "It's heart palpitations. Does your mother ever get sick?"

A look of hope rose in Tie Lanxin's eyes, "Yes, I have an old problem, and I was pulled back at the gate of hell several times. Can you cure it?"

Baicaoshi unbuttoned the corner of her clothes in a complicated mood, and a small pile of heart grass fell on the table, like a hill.

It's really no coincidence.

"This kind of grass, there are a lot of this kind of grass in the house, I never paid attention to it. But it turns out, is it a panacea?" Tie Lanxin's voice trembled, which was caused by excessive excitement.

Baicaoshi picked up a small umbrella, "This kind of moss is called Xinxincao, and it is designed to cure your mother's palpitations. Huixincao costs a penny, one or two jujubes, and a proper amount of rock sugar. Take decoction and take it. The palpitations will be relieved."

Tie Lanxin immediately ordered her maid to do it.

Half an hour later, Tie Lanxin's mother took it, she really got better, and fell asleep.

Tie Lanxin relaxed her frown, straightened her clothes, and bowed deeply to Baicaoshi. "Master Bai Yu Bai, you have saved my mother's life, and you will give me an order in the future, as long as I, Tie Lanxin, can do it, I must do it with all my strength."

Baicaoshi has many doubts in her heart.

Why is the prince's concubine sick, and there is no doctor around him; Tie Lanxin is helpless to come to her, the daughter of the prince in name, has no right to speak. Her life at home must have been very difficult.

"Take good care of your mother, I, it's time to go back."

Tie Lanxin blinked her eyes and looked at Baicao Poetry. Such a self-restraining, respectful, and non-returning young man is rare in the world. "Young Master Bai, you... I will see you off."

The two came out one after the other, and heard a servant's voice at the door, "The prince is here."

In the night, King Ping Zhao, who was in his fifties, had a square face with a solemn expression. Seeing Tie Lanxin with a young man, her face turned cold.