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The next morning, the breeze blew gently, and the curtains of the tent were slowly blown open. A ray of sunlight gently fell on Yunshan, and she slowly woke up.

Yunshan got up and walked out of the tent, only to find that Lin Xiao was nowhere to be seen.

Yan Lie was drunk yesterday and was unconscious. Yun Shan wanted to ask Lin Xiao some questions, but she had no chance at all.

"Forget it, I can only wait until next time to have a good talk with him."

Afterwards, Yunshan walked towards the guard outside the tent and politely asked, "Excuse me, sir, where is the white horse from yesterday?"

At this moment, a strange yet steady voice suddenly rang out: "The general has ordered that I escort you into the palace."

Yunshan turned around hurriedly upon hearing the voice, and saw a man standing in front of her. He had broad shoulders and a thin waist, with slightly bulging veins on his arms. He was dressed in black, with only a purple wooden hairpin on his head. He was holding a black sword in his hand, and exuded a cold aura.

Yunshan instantly remembered Yan Lie's description of Guard Zhanqian yesterday, and quickly bowed and said, "Thank you, Guard Zhanqian."

Before this, Zhanqian had always been quietly protecting her from the shadows, never appearing before her. The Zhanqian before her had a face with sharp angles and slender lines. Although he had some similarities with Yan Lie in temperament, he seemed more fierce.

Zhanqian wore a stern expression throughout the journey, remaining silent. The long ten-mile journey made Yunshan feel a bit awkward, but out of politeness, she still took the initiative to strike up a conversation a few times.

Yunshan spoke first: "I heard that the guard Zhanqian is very skilled in martial arts, no less powerful than Yan Lie?"

Zhan Qian looked indifferent and only replied with two words: "Not bad."

Yunshan then asked, "Have you been following Lin Xiao since you were a child?" Zhanqian nodded slightly and replied, "Yes."

"Then you also grew up in Nanzhou." Yunshan continued to test.

Zhanqian still responded concisely: "Yeah."

Yunshan's curiosity piqued, and she asked, "What is Nanzhou like?"

"No difference."

"Are the girls from Nanzhou as gentle as willows in the wind and as gentle as water?"

"do not know."

Finally, Yunshan took advantage of his unguarded moment and asked, "Did Lin Xiao have a crush on a woman when he was in Nanzhou?"

This time, Zhan Qian did not answer. He just pulled the reins suddenly and shouted, "Gee!" Then he galloped towards the city gate, leaving Yun Shan standing there with a mouthful of dust.

After returning to the palace, Yunshan went straight to the residences of the two princes and performed baby massage for them.

Lin Yu looked at Yunshan's energetic appearance and couldn't help but smile: "The feng shui outside the palace is really nourishing. I haven't seen you for a day, Yunshan, and you look even better."

Yunshan smiled modestly, bowed, and said, "It's all thanks to Your Majesty's kindness."

Then, Yunshan became serious and told Lin Yu about her idea of ​​studying medicine systematically, hoping to hear her opinion.

Lin Yu nodded slightly, a look of appreciation in her eyes, and said, "This is a good thing. It's rare for women to practice medicine. Even the previous imperial doctors of the Pharmacy mostly focused on pharmacological research and rarely diagnosed the concubines alone."

"Then, Your Majesty, how do you think I should approach Lord Fengyu about this?"

As she spoke, she picked up a cup of tea like a clever little ghost, took small steps, squatted down exaggeratedly, raised the cup high above her head with both hands, and presented it to Lin Yu respectfully.

Looking at her like this, Lin Yu couldn't help laughing and said, "Okay, I'll talk to the Pharmacy about this matter." After that, he smiled and took the "heavy" cup of tea.

The next day, Yunshan was on duty. She specially brought a bag of fine tea cakes to Fengyu, but did not mention seeking medical treatment.

By noon, everyone in the pharmacy had gone about their business, leaving only a few people. Then, the Imperial Guard walked up to Yunshan and said sternly, "The two princes are both staying at Liuhua Palace. If they feel unwell at night, you will be the first to attend to them there."

When Yunshan heard this, she understood about 70% of what was going on, so she followed the conversation and joined in the conversation:
"If I can be of any help to His Royal Highness the Princes, it will be the blessing I have cultivated for several lifetimes. However—"

"Just what?" Lord Fengyu deliberately raised his voice, as if he wanted to speak to the others present.

"My knowledge of medicine is too superficial. If it involves the use of medicine, I still have to wait for the diagnosis of the imperial physician." Yunshan said with difficulty.

"The health of the prince cannot be delayed. From now on, you must put aside all other trivial matters and go to the Imperial Hospital to learn from the imperial physicians' heartbeats." Lord Fengyu said decisively.

"This..." Yunshan was delighted in her heart, but pretended to be embarrassed on the surface, "The pharmacy has a lot of things to do, and your humble servant..."

"Si Cheng Zhong and I are here at the Pharmacy, so don't make excuses for your laziness." Lord Fengyu's tone left no room for doubt.

The two-person play was hastily concluded. Yunshan suppressed her inner joy and hurriedly packed up her medicine box, paper and pen and headed to the Imperial Hospital.

In the corner of the pharmacy, Zhong Si was sitting there, rubbing the green-blue bead on his pen with his fingers. His face was gloomy and he was shrouded in a dark atmosphere.

After noon, there was a bustling scene in Concubine Yang's palace, and a celebratory dance was being practiced intensively.

It turned out that although the rebels were defeated, the atmosphere in the palace was extremely depressing.

Concubine Cui proposed to hold a celebration banquet in the palace and reward the palace maids and eunuchs according to their merits. The emperor then entrusted the celebration banquet to Concubine Yang.

Concubine Yang was particularly concerned about this task and even personally instructed on the details of the bell and drum dance.

Zhong Si was currently in the side hall, pacing anxiously back and forth, waiting for Concubine Yang.

After a while, the maid gently pushed open the door, waited for Concubine Yang to come in, and then went out and closed the door.

"Is Song Yunshan really going to heaven? She's even studying medicine. What? Does she want to take over as the next Fengyu?"

As soon as Zhong Si saw Concubine Yang, he couldn't wait to tell her everything, his words were filled with jealousy and indignation.

"Master Zhong, why are you so anxious? Seeking medical advice is a good thing." Concubine Yang looked calm as she slowly walked to her seat and sat down, slowly using the cup lid to hold the hot tea.

"What do you think of this tea?" Yang Fei suddenly asked.

Zhong Si quickly leaned forward, sniffed the tea, and said, "Good tea!"

"Even Master Zhong can make mistakes sometimes? This is just small-leaf green tea. Although it is a few ounces of the best tea leaves picked from a large number of tea leaves, it is still not the kind that can be served at a palace banquet."

Yang Fei's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

"However, this cup was recently gifted by His Majesty. It is a new product that took several years to perfect in the official kiln of Nanzhou. Look at the color and the elegant shape. It has actually raised the value of Xiaoyeqing."

As she spoke, Concubine Yang gently twisted the tea surface with the cup lid.

"It's just that the tea is boiled too strong, it's really hot."

Zhong Si's eyes rolled around, and he immediately understood what she meant. He quickly took the teacup, poured the full cup of Xiaoyeqing tea into the remaining food plate, and said:
"It's better to just let it spill away if it burns your hand!"

Then, he respectfully handed the empty cup to Concubine Yang with both hands.

Concubine Yang looked at Zhong Si's actions, showing a sly and satisfied smile, and said: "Yes, this empty cup without Xiao Yeqing will be better to play with in your hands when it cools down." (End of this chapter)