Qing Dynasty: Pampering The Queen

As soon as Mu Jin heard about the food, she frowned slightly like a conditioned reflex, and the feeling of being blocked from the chest to the mouth of the throat became stronger again.

Fourth Master looked at Buckwheat: "What did your master use for breakfast?"

Buckwheat had wanted to talk about this a long time ago, so she hurriedly said: "Back to the master, for breakfast, Xi Fujin only used a little bit less than half a bowl of white rice porridge and two mouthfuls of jujube cake, and the rest are gone."

Mu Jin became irritable: "Master, don't talk about food anymore, this servant will feel uncomfortable!"

This stuffy, clogged and faintly churning feeling is really bad.

Fourth Master was so worried, he hurriedly comforted and coaxed him: "Okay, okay, don't talk, don't talk!"

But don't talk about it, you can't stop eating. Fourth Master was about to ask what's for lunch? Busy and stopped. Forget it, let's talk about it when Physician Liang arrives.

Fourth master even asked about whether he could have intercourse during pregnancy, one can imagine how rare Mu Fangfu Jin was, how could Imperial Physician Liang dare to be careless?

After going back yesterday, I wrote a thick stack of various precautions for basic necessities, food, housing and transportation overnight. Today I came to Si Ye's mansion, kowtowed to say hello, and quickly offered it with both hands.

The fourth master browsed through it roughly, and was quite satisfied. He praised Imperial Physician Liang for his "hard work", and the reward was naturally indispensable, but he was still worried: "Si Fujin has lost his appetite since last night, what can Imperial Physician Liang do?"

Physician Liang was quite speechless, thinking what could be done about it? Aren't many pregnant women like this in the early stages of pregnancy?

Loss of appetite, inability to eat, morning sickness, these are all normal phenomena! Fourth master, what can I say to Weichen with your expression?

"This is Mu Fangfujin's first child. It's normal to have such a situation. The fourth master and Mu Fangfujin don't need to worry about it. Meals are still needed. Eat less and eat more often. Use as much as you can. If you really can't use it, force yourself You need to use some of them, and it will be fine if you think about it in another one or two months, or two or three months."

"Two or three months?" Fourth Master was very dissatisfied, frowned and said, "Ce Fujin's current situation, why did he wait for so long? If you think about it, there is nothing you can do?"

Physician Liang was always in a dilemma: "This"

"Master," Mu Jin endured the discomfort, and smiled at the fourth master: "If there is a way, Imperial Physician Liang will naturally say that the slave understands a little bit. There is really no way out about this matter, we can only get through it. The slave will be fine. Delicious food!"

Hearing that she frowned when she talked about eating, fourth master felt distressed and stared at Imperial Physician Liang displeased.

Jin'er has suffered too much, what is the use of Imperial Physician Liang?

Imperial Physician Liang shivered, and thought that it would be better for Mu Fangfujin, who was understanding.

"What Chu Fujin said is true," Imperial Physician Liang said with a smile, "You don't have to be taboo. You can eat whatever you want, as long as you can eat it."

"Okay, you go down, don't forget to come every ten days for a pulse check." Fourth Master said in his heart, isn't this nonsense? What's the difference between saying it and not saying it?

Imperial Physician Liang quickly saluted and resigned as if he was receiving an amnesty.

The fourth master was quite displeased, "It's no different if you come here or not, Jin'er, do you want to eat—well, do you want to drink something?"

Mu Jin laughed "pooh" and gave him a bad look.

If you are not allowed to talk about what to eat, he will talk about what to drink? But what a difference!

"No appetite!" Mu Jin frowned, clutching her chest, feeling stuffy and wanting to vomit.

Then the more I thought about it, the more disgusting I became, and I bent over and retched.

In a panic, Shallot and Buckwheat quickly took the spittoon.

Mu Jin vomited profusely, tears welled up, and her face was flushed red.