C78 (1/2)

Zhan Xiaolou and Uncle Wen entered the infirmary together. They waited until the door was closed before they disappeared. Only then did the two carriages turn around and head in the direction of the imperial palace.

The sun had already set in the middle of the night. The sky gradually darkened as the street vendors began to pack up their stalls and go home. The night market nearby slowly became lively.

After eating the food that Uncle Wen cooked, Zhan Xiaolou went to find Jing Jue. He left in a hurry at noon and didn't have the time to check his pulse.

He went to the backyard and instructed the two attendants at home to sort the herbs he had sunned a few days ago and put them in the herb room. Then he went to Jing Jue's room on the other side and knocked on the door.

A few seconds later, A Nan opened the door and saw Zhan Xiaolou. With a smile on his face, he respectfully bowed and said in a low voice, ”My Second Young Master just fell asleep after eating dinner.”

Zhan Xiaolou nodded. ”I'm just here to check his pulse. It's okay, I won't wake him up.”

Zhan Xiaotao entered the room with light footsteps. The room was heated up by a fire. The fire was intense, and the temperature was warm and comfortable.

This was something that Zhan Chen had specially instructed him to do in order to keep the house warm.

There was a small medicine furnace on the tea table, with a faint medicinal fragrance drifting out from the gap at the top.

This was also the nourishment incense that Battling Little Lou had specially made for Jing Jue.

The healing ability of the medicine itself, through the olfactory organs and skin absorption, reaches the body's interior.

Mitigating physical and mental health, and achieving skin maintenance and improved health status are all available... (TL: OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG

This kind of nourishing incense was also extremely wasteful and expensive. However, the first floor was not lacking in silver, and this silver was also their first floor.

Zhan Xiaolou's hand heated up a bit before he gently placed it on Jing Jue's pulse.