Jiang Ling had not recovered from Ji Zheng's words just now, and replied distractedly: "Come in."

Light shone in and hit the girl's beautiful face.

Qingju said respectfully: "Madam, the prime minister knows that you are not feeling well, so he specially ordered your servant to boil some medicine for you."

Just as she was talking, she walked to Jiang Ling's bedside while carrying the bowl of medicinal porridge.

The bed curtain was lifted from the outside, and the gauze hook hung at the corner of the tent. She also saw clearly what was in the bowl - it was a bowl of medicinal porridge that looked extremely bitter, black and hot. Steam rose from the edge of the bowl. The white mist rushed into Jiang Ling's eyes.

She pursed her lips and said warmly:

"I thank you, Prime Minister."

She knew that the medicine in front of her looked bitter, but she didn't expect it to be so bitter.

After taking just a sip, Jiang Ling felt that her entire tongue was filled with numbness and astringency. She hurriedly bent over and choked out the sip of medicine!

"Miss--"

Lu Wu was slightly startled and stepped forward to caress her back.

The girl arched her body and frowned tightly. The bitter taste slid down from the tip of her tongue and almost stabbed into her throat.

"Here, what is added here?"

"My lady is fragile and lacks vitality and blood. I have asked Aunt Fang and she has boiled mustard grass into water, and supplemented with astragalus and donkey-hide gelatin and other great tonics, it can help my lady recover her vitality."

Hearing this, Lu Wu immediately reacted, "The mustard grass is the most bitter. I usually use one or two cubes of sugar, but I have to use two or two cubes of sugar to remove the bitter taste. Sister Qingju, didn't you put sugar in it?"

Qing Ju shook her head, "If sugar is added, the efficacy of the medicine will be reduced to 67%. What's more, I also added good ginseng roots to it, so don't waste it."

"The mustard grass is so bitter, how can you drink it without adding sugar? I'm afraid it will make your throat hoarse!" Lu Wu turned around, looked at his lady, and said anxiously, "Miss, if the bitterness is really unbearable, We won’t drink anymore…”

"No," Qing Ju said seriously, "The Prime Minister has said that I want you to watch Madam while you drink it."

Lu Wu was about to step forward to argue, but his sleeve was suddenly pulled gently. The girl on the bed sat up straight again and reached out to Qing Ju.

"Give me the medicine."

Xu Shifang woke up, and maybe she choked on the medicinal porridge. Her complexion turned pale and she looked more delicate. Looking from a distance, she was like fragile rice paper washed with cold water. Her fingers were gentle. With just one poke, the whole person will break into pieces.

Just when she was about to move the spoon——

Ji Fusheng frowned and called out:

"etc."

Jiang Ling held the spoon and looked at him doubtfully.

The man looked at her white lips and felt a little unbearable.

"You're just overworked and your health is fine. If you don't want to drink, you don't actually need to drink."

Sure enough, the girl's clean eyes quietly moved.

"My wife just woke up and suddenly drank such a tonic. Not only will it not be effective, it may even be counterproductive."

Ji Fusheng's words were sincere and touched her.

The sunlight passed through the cracks in the door and the window, illuminating the room more brightly. The light and shadow danced on the girl's crow eyelashes. Her skin was white, her brows were kind, and she looked extremely obedient and clean.

Just when Ji Zheng thought she was going to throw away the bowl of medicinal porridge.

Jiang Ling thought for a while, lowered his head, and drank the dark medicinal porridge in the bowl bit by bit.

"you--"

Ji Zheng's mouthpiece has a stem.

He is proficient in medical skills and naturally knows the bitterness of mustard grass. Not to mention the frail woman in front of him, even when he prepares medicines, he is unwilling to use mustard grass as a guide. Twice the amount of sugar cubes cannot offset it. It's so bitter, not to mention that there's not even a single sugar in this bowl of medicinal porridge.

She is really...too tolerant.

Just for a moment, he suddenly felt that her life was pitiful.

Ji Fusheng sighed in his heart.

Such a beautiful woman is a dead thing.
Chapter completed!