Reborn on the wedding night, the regent princess said she knew she was wrong

"Mo Yu, have someone clean this place up. Don't scare the villagers." Mo Beichen ordered outside.

Mo Yu said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Early the next morning, the village chief came with his people.

A few people behind him were holding something, and Yun Qingluo didn't see it clearly until they put it on the table.

A bowl of crystal clear white porridge, a few steamed buns and a small plate of pickles.

"Is this year's harvest bad?" Yun Qingluo had no memory of this in her previous life. Looking at her poor appearance, she thought this year's harvest was bad.

Yun Ziheng shook his head, "There is no drought or flood this year, and the spring rains are timely. The harvest is much better than in previous years."

"Village Chief, what does this mean?" Yun Qingluo looked at the distinct grains of rice in the basin. Could it be that he was afraid that they would eat too much?

The village chief shook his head and smiled bitterly, but a middle-aged woman behind him couldn't help but knelt down and crawled forward two steps until she cried:

"Prince, princess, please save my son, please save my poor child."

Yun Qingluo was shocked and quickly asked Mo Feng to help the person in front of him.

The village chief frowned, "Aunt Hua, didn't I warn you not to bother the prince and princess with this matter? The prince and princess have business to do in the southwest, hey, you."

He turned around and knelt down quickly, "Your Majesty and Princess, please forgive me. Aunt Hua is just worried about her children. Please, Your Majesty and Princess, please don't blame her."

Yun Qingluo waved her hand, "Village Chief, please get up quickly. Madam Hua, what happened to your son?"

"Woo, my poor child has never had a good day since he was born. Now he is about to die. Please help the prince and princess to find a doctor to save him." Aunt Hua insisted and refused to get up, lying on the ground regardless. Icy covered my face and cried bitterly.

Yun Qingluo looked at the miserable Aunt Hua who was crying, and felt uncomfortable, "Auntie, get up quickly. If you are willing, I will go with you to see your son."

Doctors have the heart of a parent. Yun Qingluo has been practicing medicine all his life, but he can't help but die.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Hua quickly got up, kowtowed to Yun Qingluo and then led Yun Qingluo forward.

Mo Beichen grabbed Yun Qingluo and said, "Just let Mo Feng go ask the doctor."

Yun Qingluo patted his hand reassuringly, "You still have things to do right now. Mo Feng will stay here to help you. I'll be back as soon as I go. Don't worry."

Yun Ziyu walked to Yun Qingluo's side and said, "I'll go with Luoluo. Prince and eldest brother, please feel free to handle the matter."

Although Yun Ziheng also wants to go, there is indeed something going on right now, and the county government and the actual situation here need to be investigated carefully.

Yun Qingluo followed all the way to a dilapidated thatched house. Looking at the low and crumbling thatched house in front of him, Yun Qingluo felt slightly sad.

In any country and anywhere, there are places where the sun does not shine.

Aunt Hua stood at the door at a loss, embarrassed to invite Yun Qingluo in, "I will take my son out to show the inside of the house to the princess."

Yun Qingluo stopped Aunt Hua, "Since I'm sick, I can't see the wind and snow. I'll just go in and take a look."

After saying that, Yun Qingluo raised her feet and walked in first. The room was dark and humid, not much warmer than outside, and there was even wind and snow blowing in.

Yun Qingluo raised his eyes and looked at the child who was covered with a threadbare thin quilt on the bed. He was only seven or eight years old. His face was sallow, his brows were furrowed, and he seemed to be very uncomfortable.

Yun Qingluo came closer and looked at him with a red face. She stretched out her hand to touch it and then retracted her hand in shock.

He has a high fever. This scorching temperature is estimated to be 40 years old. This child is going to be confused.

"Is there no doctor in the village?" Yun Qingluo sat by the bed and checked the child's pulse. Excessive hunger, anemia and high fever would kill someone.

"The doctor in the village was called to the county government office to treat the wife of an official. He never came back. There is no other doctor in the village. My son, the princess, my son?" Aunt Hua cried again as she said this. stand up.

Yun Qingluo interrupted her crying impatiently, "Don't cry. Crying is the most useless thing. It's better to think of a solution. Go boil a pot of hot water, hurry up."

"Second brother, could you please help me bring the porridge cooked in my pot? This child is very hungry." Yun Qingluo turned to Yun Ziyu and said.

Yun Ziyu hesitated, "But, Luo Luo, are you alone?"

Yun Qingluo shook his head, "Second brother, time is life. If you hurry up, I will be fine. They are all dead. This village is safe now."

"Okay, I'll be back soon. Luoluo, please protect yourself." After Yun Ziyu said that, he ran away. The child was indeed pitiful, so it would be good if he could be saved.

Seeing that there was no one around, Yun Qingluo took out two enhanced antipyretics developed by the medical system and fed them to the child.

He took out a glass of pure water, raised the child's head slightly, and asked him to drink the water and swallow the medicine.

"Good boy, you'll be fine after you drink the medicine. Open your mouth, ah." Yun Qingluo fed the water to the child's dry mouth.

The child may be extremely hungry and still swallow instinctively even if he is delirious. This is convenient for drinking medicine.

Yun Qingluo was afraid that his fever was too severe and the medicine would not be effective, so he turned over his body and gave the child an injection in his butt. Seeing that the child was in pain, he wanted to hide.

Yun Qingluo quickly released a hand to hold him down, "Be good, you'll be ready soon. I'll give you something delicious to eat when I'm done."

When the child heard that he was eating, he stopped moving. Yun Qingluo touched his skinny arm, feeling sour in his heart.

Even thinking about it with his toes, he knew that this was a good thing done by the government and bandits, and he didn't know what Mo Beichen and his eldest brother planned to do.

After the injection, Yun Qingluo took out the golden needle and stuck it on the child's head to prevent him from burning up.

Yun Ziyu was anxious and ran over carrying the entire pot. Mo Yu behind him was carrying steamed buns and pickles that the village chief had brought to them just now.

"Luoluo, is the child okay?" Yun Ziyu asked quickly when he saw that the child's face seemed not as red as before.

Yun Qingluo nodded, "I'll give him a hot bath soon. He's weakest when he's sick, and germs are most likely to invade the human body."

What are germs? Yun Ziyu's eyes were puzzled.

Yun Qingluo lowered her head and saw that the little guy opened his eyes. He asked with pure eyes in surprise, "Did I see the fairy sister after I died?"

When Yun Qingluo heard this, she smiled slightly and said, "I am not a fairy sister, and you are not dead either."

"Well, the little wood hurts." The little guy reached out to touch his head. Yun Qingluo took his hand and said, "Be good, you'll be fine in a while. Let's eat something first."

Yun Qingluo brought over the porridge, added some pickles to it, stirred it evenly, and picked up a spoon to feed Hua Xiaomu the porridge.

Aunt Hua happened to come in. Her eyes turned red when she saw this scene. She hurriedly came over and took the porridge, "Thank you very much for saving your life, Princess. I'll just feed you. Don't be tired, Princess."

"Son, it's great. You finally woke up. You scared me to death. This is the princess. She saved you." Aunt Hua held the bowl and scooped a spoonful of porridge to Xiaomu.

Xiaomu swallowed the porridge in his mouth and wanted to get up to thank Yun Qingluo, but Yun Qingluo stopped him.

"Lie down and drink porridge." Yun Qingluo didn't like other people's thanks, so she turned around and walked out.

"Mo Yu, go find someone to repair this house. The child just woke up and can't stand the wind." Yun Qingluo sighed as she looked at the crumbling thatched house weighed down by snow.

No wonder he wanted to write, "With tens of thousands of mansions, it will shelter all the poor people in the world with joy."

It's so painful. A cold can kill anyone here. If she hadn't come here, even if the doctor was called, there would be no way to save this child.

Yun Qingluo was grateful that she had been born in a peaceful era with advanced medical care, and she was even more grateful that her medical system still existed, otherwise she would not have been able to save this child.

"Xiao Yi, thank you." Yun Qingluo muttered silently in her heart.

"Xiao Yi will stay with the master for a while." Xiao Yi replied in a mechanical voice.