Chapter 1002

"That's good." Xia Xiaoran put down a big stone in his heart and let out a long breath. His whole body relaxed. Once he relaxed, his eyes couldn't open. He said vaguely, "let the lady eat more ice sugar gourd."

Very heavy darkness, pressure on the body, let oneself breathless, but not long, a warm came from the side, like the most beautiful sunshine on the top of the mountain.

The eyelids moved. Xia Xiaoran feels his head is dizzy and heavy, like a big head doll. There is always someone talking in my ear. Xia Xiaoran frowns and can't hear a word clearly.

Han Cui took the handkerchief that had just been washed and put it on Xia Xiaoran's forehead, saying, "you haven't woken up after sleeping so long."

"Well?" Xia Xiaoran reluctantly opens one eye, sees clearly the culprit who has been shouting in his ear. As soon as he opens his mouth, the dryness of his voice makes Xia Xiaoran startled. "What's wrong with me?"

Han Cui picked up the cool tea and poured it into Xia Xiaoran's mouth bit by bit. "You have a fever and you don't know? Oh, drink slowly. "

Burning out? Xia Xiaoran blinked his big eyes, as if his nose was not very comfortable all day, but he didn't notice the fever.

Contain Cui put into the water cup, and poured a cup for Xia Xiaoran, Xia Xiaoran rushed to say thanks.

"Thank you. It's a blessing for your mother to get better now." With Cui Xia Xiaoran get up to get the quilt up, put Xia Xiaoran thin body all covered.

It's true. Xia Xiaoran's hands are still holding the water cup, but his heart is stormy. Originally, he has no clue. A small ice sugar gourd opens up a new situation. Xia Xiaoran can't help suspecting that Han Cui has a fever and talks nonsense.

Han Cui turns off Xia Xiaoran's quilt and replaces the hot water Mrs. Tang with the one whose temperature has dropped.

It turns out that the temperature in the dream is this. Xia Xiaoran thought that he had returned to Weiyi mountain.

Seeing the surprised expression on Xia Xiaoran's face, Han Cui thinks it's the country girl who has never seen such a delicate thing. She puts down the cold old lady Tang and begins to scold Xia Xiaoran: "you have a disease. I have to take out all the winter things. I can't think of what you can do in winter."

Xia Xiaoran was full of the disease of mingguifei and said absentmindedly, "live as usual."

Han Cui sighed. Unexpectedly, such a smart girl would become silly after a fever.

As if suddenly thinking of something, Xia Xiaoran turned to ask Han Cui who was packing up: "sister, did you see the Hawthorn cake I made that day?"

"Is that the red thing?" Han Cui folds the laundry and closes the window.

"Yes, yes." Xia Xiaoran nods wildly. If it wasn't for this thing, he won't burn himself dizzy and didn't realize it.

Han Cui showed a embarrassed expression, "it seems that the thing is in the big head. If you want me to go and get it for you now."

It's over. It's as unreliable as putting a fish in front of a cat. Xia Xiaoran covers her face and looks loveless.

"What's the matter?" Xia Xiaoran's mood changes too fast, which frightens Han Cui.

Xia Xiaoran held back tears, "do I still have hawthorn cake?"

"Of course." Why not, Han Cui naturally returned.

"Gee." This time it's Xia Xiaoran's turn to be surprised, "didn't Da zhangtou finish all the Hawthorn cakes?" It doesn't go with his size and character.

Rolled a white eye, "so disgusting color how can someone eat."

"..." Xia Xiaoran's mood is even worse.

Anyway, the Hawthorn cake is good. Xia Xiaoran comforts himself that they are all mortals who don't know the charm of hawthorn cake.

After Xia Xiaoran fainted, Da zhangtou ordered people to put Hawthorn cakes into the ice room for storage, and there was a horrible picture of a basin of bright red things in the miserable ice room.

Xia Xiaoran doesn't know these things. She only knows that the Hawthorn poured out of the basin seems to be a little harder than what she used to eat. Take a knife to cut the hard hawthorn cake, watch the silver white knife shuttle freely in the blood red hawthorn cake, Xia Xiaoran's stomach is ready to move.

"Really influenced by those ancient people." Xia Xiaoran picked up a piece of hawthorn cake and threw it into his mouth. He closed his eyes and tasted the silkiness of hawthorn cake carefully.

"I'm such a genius. What I do is like what I do." The sweet and sour hawthorn cake gives Xia Xiaoran a burst of self-confidence and completely forgets the big Zhang tou plug-in, which is bigger than the brown bear.

After wearing it, Xia Xiaoran appears in front of the palace of the Ming imperial concubine with hawthorn cake. With Cui far see Xia Xiaoran's small figure, put down the side of the maid came.

"Why do you come out without a good rest?" Han Cui looks at Xia Xiaoran more and more like her sister whom she has not seen for a long time in the countryside.

Raised the Hawthorn cake on the hand, Xia Xiaoran blinked big eyes and said cleverly: "I'll send appetizers to the empress."

The smile on hancui's face is even stronger when it comes to the Ming imperial concubine. She has a good appetite after eating ice sugar gourd. She also drank two bowls of chicken soup yesterday

"Well." Xia Xiaoran is a little worried about this kind of situation, "recently, don't let the empress eat something too greasy, I will send some more effective medicine." See from the door out of a palace maid, with Cui pushed a Xia Xiaoran, "go quickly." Xia Xiaoran sent the Hawthorn cake up. Sure enough, she heard the beautiful voice over the bed, "the color seems a little strange." It's your ancient people's poor acceptance. This sentence Xia Xiaoran certainly dare not say. Bi respectfully line a ceremony, Xia Xiaoran zhengse way: "Niang Niang, the color of this hawthorn cake is from the Hawthorn out, it is not strange." No pigment additives at all“ All right The 16-year-old ladies and beauties were really easy to talk. They picked up chopsticks and put a piece of soft hawthorn cake into their mouth. Looking at the beauty carefully, Xia Xiaoran is really a black line. Is it that hard to accept? After eating a mouthful of Mingmei, Xia Xiaoran puts down her chopsticks. Xia Xiaoran's heart sinks. This is a failure. I saw the beauty looking at Xia Xiaoran with a gentle smile. Her voice was as sweet as a spring. "It's delicious. Thank you." Xia Xiaoran, who was given thanks by the beauty, retreated from the room with a red face. Han Cui, who was guarding the door, saw that Xia Xiaoran's expression was not very natural, and asked with concern, "what's the matter, does the empress not like it?"“ No Xia Xiaoran wiped his face, "I want to go back to make pills." Xia Xiaoran added a lot of hawthorn cake to the Hawthorn pill, which made the Hawthorn taste cover the bitterness of the medicine. Xia Xiaoran didn't tell the Ming imperial concubine that she had added herbs to it. The Ming imperial concubine didn't know why she liked the round Hawthorn pill very much“ It's good that the lady likes it. " Xia Xiaoran took a long breath, and the big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. Quietly to one side of the Han Cui gave a look, the latter understanding, put up three fingers, vowed that he would never say Hawthorn pill in the package of medicinal materials. After eating the Hawthorn pill, the Ming imperial concubine ate a small bowl of Japonica rice porridge and a few chopsticks of green vegetables. Although it was less, it was much better than the situation that the grains of rice did not enter before. The imperial concubine of the Ming Dynasty reaches out to the palace maid to remove the dishes, chopsticks, tables and chairs. Han Cui comes forward with a crystal plate, which is the ice sugar gourd invented by Xia Xiaoran.