The Consort is Sick, We Must Pamper Her

Ying Da saw that his master hadn't even eaten two bites. How could this be good?

No way, he came to look for the widow on the mountain next door.

Chu Yue is reading in the room, my face is ruddy, and my complexion is good, nowhere is it like I'm sick.

She didn't go deliberately, but she went to be a cook for the monk, not really to be a cook, but occasionally, to let him know her existence.

Halfway through, I heard the familiar bird calls outside.

"You stay with Hupo, I'll go for a walk." Chu Yue put down the book and said.

"Miss, aren't you unwell, you can't go out." Hupo said quickly.

"It's okay." Chu Yue waved his hand, then wiped a bit of powder and came out weakly.

I have to say that a widow who was very energetic in the past has become so weak now that Ying Da saw it and couldn't bear to tell her to continue cooking.

"Master asked you, did you call the doctor to come and see?" Yingda asked.

Chu Yue smiled weakly and said, "Thank you, Master, for your concern, but why is it necessary to call the doctor over for the concubine?" After that, he asked: "I didn’t have lunch for the master, I don’t know the master. Can you get used to it?"

"Master took two bites." Yingda said honestly.

Chu Yue was anxious when I heard it, and I couldn't help coughing twice: "How is this good? People are iron rice or steel. If you don't eat a meal and panic, how can the master stand it? , I will make something at home, and you will send it to the master."

"Okay." Yingda looked at her so weak that she was willing to cook, he hesitated, and nodded.

I went to cook Chu Yue and cooked the eight-treasure porridge. It was all soaked. She planned to cook it with Hupo, but there was a lot more, and it was nothing to share with the monk. .

The eight-treasure porridge was ready, and Yingda delivered it.

The monk frowned and looked at Eagle Avenue: "She is sick, and you still let her cook?"

"No subordinates, it was because she was anxious when she heard that the master did not eat much lunch, saying that people are iron rice or steel, and she was hungry and panicked without eating, so she went to cook for the master." Yingda said.

The monk thought of the meticulous energy of the widow Su Ri Li serving him, so he didn't say anything.

"How is she?" the monk asked.

"I am indeed sick." Yingda said.

"Didn't call the doctor?" The monk looked at him.

Ying Da shook his head, and the monk frowned, but didn't say anything, only said: "Supper will be enough, no need to go."

That's how it is said, but the dinner Chu Yue is dragging the ‘seriously ill’ body over.

"Why are you here?" Eagle was surprised.

"I'm worried that the master won't eat." Chu Yue shook his head, then went into the kitchen and got busy.

When she entered the kitchen, the monk walked out from behind a big tree with a look of helplessness on her face. This widow, did he treat him as a child, and said that he was angry and did not eat.

"Go call the doctor." The monk looked at Yingda.

The shock of Yingda's heart is not to say, the master's son actually used a doctor for a widow? But he didn't say anything, and immediately called someone.

Chu Yue made some fragrant vegetarian dishes, then put them on the stove and brought them over.

"Master, are you there?" Chu Yue knocked on the door and asked softly.

"Come in." The monk's voice came out.

Chu Yue brought the food in, and the monk saw that the widow's always ruddy face was a little pale, and her body was weak and pitiful.

"The illness is so serious, why didn't you call the doctor?" the monk looked at her and said.

"The life of a concubine is not worth a few dollars, so there is no need to call the doctor." Although weak, Chu Yue smiled firmly.

The monk looked at her, Chu Yue brought out the food, and said, "Master, please take your time. If your concubine is sick, please go back first."

A look of fear of infecting him.

"It's okay, sit down," the monk said.

Chu Yue pursed his mouth, and said, this soft and weak appearance made the monk a little pity, but he didn't say anything and started eating his own meal.

As soon as he finished eating, Ying Da came over with an imperial doctor dressed in regular clothes, and the speed was also extremely fast.

The imperial doctor did not dare to complain at all, because he thought it was the emperor who was sick. Who expected to come to see a woman?

Wait, how can there be women in this Longan Temple?

The imperial physician is also very knowledgeable, and almost knows it in his mind when his mind is turned. It is difficult for the emperor to be a vegetarian for three years. It is reasonable to find someone to accompany him, and it is not excessive.

"The body bones are too weak, we still need more nourishment and conditioning." The imperial doctor pulsed the handkerchief and said.

Then I went out to write a prescription, and listened to the woman inside saying: "Master, concubine and widow, life is like an ant, why do I have to spend money to find a doctor?"

The imperial doctor almost slipped out of the soles of his feet, a big ugly, my God, the emperor... actually raised a widow outside the chamber?

"Don't be presumptuous." The emperor comforted her.

The imperial doctor didn't dare to listen anymore, so he hurried over to prescribe a prescription in the next room.

After prescribing a prescription, Ying pointed out something to the effect: "Doctor Chang, the emperor trusts you."

Is there anything that Mr. Chang doesn't understand, Mohan said: "The subordinates just came to see the emperor."

"Go back." Yingda nodded.

Then he took the prescription and gave it to Chu Yue. When I saw the prescription, Chu Yue smiled bitterly and looked at the monk: "Master, the most feared concubine in this life is to drink medicine."

The monk looked at her and said, "You don't want to save this little money."

"Master, concubine, thank you for your kindness, but concubine really doesn't need to see the doctor. Concubine has always come here in the past. If you are sick, you will be fine." Chu Yue smiled weakly: "Not only Concubine, many folks are like that."

"Why don't you grab the medicine?" The monk frowned slightly.

"Why?" Chu Yue sighed softly: "It is not easy to survive in this world. It is a great blessing to have a full stomach. If it were not for the kindness of the master this year, I and my little Maid, I’m afraid I won’t be able to survive this winter, but it’s okay. There is no difference between one concubine and one concubine."

Having said that, Chu Yue laughed bitterly at himself.

The monk frowned.

But don’t wait for him to say anything, just as the widow looked at him, although weak, she smiled very contentedly, she said: "But compared to others, I always have a little more luck, and others are disgusted by her husband. Since there is no way to survive, and I still have a view of the Qing Dynasty, others have no income, so I will inevitably cut down on food and clothing, but I can meet the master, can be sheltered by the master, and there is nothing in my concubine to repay the master. Please accept the master Concubine this prayer."

As she said, she bowed to the monk very religiously.

The monk gave a false help: "You don't have to be like this."

"I want." Chu Yue smiled: "The master probably doesn't know, it was you who saved the concubine and the little maid, and let the concubine see the motivation to live. If the master does not dislike it, can the concubine be a master? Make fast food for a lifetime?"