The empress is pregnant, and the emperor's incense continues

The words were high-sounding, but Meng Wenyao knew that Mrs. Qiao might not believe her at all, and might just turn around and throw the medicine away. Wouldn't her efforts be in vain?

She stepped forward, opened the porcelain bottle, took out a mung bean-sized ointment, gently rubbed it on the inside of her wrist, and then stretched out her hand to show it to Mrs. Qiao.

"Your Majesty, please ask someone to do this like a slave. First rub a little bit on the inside of the princess's wrist. After two hours, if there is no abnormality in the princess, then use a little bit like this and rub it on the princess's face. If there is no change after one night, If it feels strange, apply it all over your face.”

Concubine Qiao, who had been casually perfunctory at first, cheered up when she saw Meng Wenyao speaking so carefully and asked, "Why do you do this?"

Meng Wenyao always had a decent smile on her face, and said softly and gently: "Madam, everyone's skin is different. Some people will not have any skin effects after touching some flowers and plants, while some people may become red and swollen. Although this medicine is useful, It is inevitable that the princess’s skin is delicate and not suitable for it, so I asked the princess to try it a little bit first. The slave is also worried that the princess’ condition will be aggravated after taking the medicine, so she is so cautious.”

"You are so honest kid." Mrs. Qiao sighed.

"The seventh princess has a bad temper. You took a big risk by sending this bottle of medicine. Regardless of whether the medicine is useful or not, I accept your favor."

After this heart-to-heart conversation, Nanny Wan took the porcelain bottle and went straight to Yu Wenjing's Qionghua Palace.

As expected, the Qionghua Palace was in a mess, and the maids and eunuchs fell to their knees. When they saw Aunt Wan approaching, they all retreated as if they had received an amnesty.

"Princess, are you feeling better today?" Nanny Wan said cautiously.

"Are you blind? You can't see it yourself!" Yu Wenjing said angrily.

Aunt Wan slapped herself in the mouth with a smile: "Look at this slave's mouth, she actually talks nonsense."

She avoided the broken cups and saucers on the floor, moved step by step to Yu Wenjing's side, and said flatteringly: "Princess, the concubine has asked someone to find a secret medicine. She said it can cure the rash on the princess's face. I will help you apply some of it to try now." try."

When the rash first appeared on her face, Yu Wenjing told the hospital that anyone who cured her face would be spared their life. No one dared to agree.

Seeing that the small rash on her face turned into big pustules day by day, Yu Wenjing became a little scared and stopped shouting about killing people.

But no one dared to give her medicine anymore. Mrs. Qiao was so anxious that she looked for several bottles of medicine, but it was completely useless.

Now that she saw the bottle in Nanny Wan's hand, she didn't have much hope in her heart. She complained: "Every rag from wherever it comes from is sent to me."

It is said that clay figurines also have a somewhat earthy temper. The torture that Aunt Wan has suffered in the past few days is no less than that of the palace maids and eunuchs in Qionghua Palace. At this time, she has lost all her patience.

"What the princess said is that the slave will go back to revive the concubine first and is looking for some useful medicine."

Aunt Wan did not cry and beg her to take the medicine, which made Yu Wenjing unable to react for a while.

Seeing that Aunt Wan was really going to leave, she was worried that no one would send even this useless medicine in the future, and her face would be completely hopeless.

Without her smooth face, who would love her as much as before? Yu Wenhu hasn't come to visit her since yesterday.

She said awkwardly: "I'll give you everything, I'll just use it reluctantly."

As expected, Yu Wenjing's face was no longer itchy on the second day, and the redness and swelling on her face were reduced on the third day. Concubine Qiao happily came to the East Palace in person to express her gratitude.

"Thanks to the princess's kindness. If you hadn't sent someone to send medicine, I don't know if Jing'er's face would have recovered."

Seeing Mrs. Qiao's expression of tears of gratitude, Meng Lanxin almost couldn't hold back her smile, so she administered the medicine first and then detoxified it, thanks to Meng Wenyao's ability to do it.

She coughed dryly: "The concubine is over-honored. I don't dare to claim this credit. Go and find the maid who delivered the medicine to the concubine?"

Meng Lanxin seemed like she couldn't remember, she lowered her head and thought for a moment, but still couldn't remember, and asked, "What's her name?"

"Yao Yao." A palace maid replied.

"Yes, her name is Yaoyao. Call her over quickly."

After a while, Meng Wenyao came over in palace attire and bowed to Meng Lanxin and Concubine Qiao in a polite manner.

Hearing Mrs. Qiao's words of thanks, Meng Wenyao said neither humble nor arrogantly: "It's not worth mentioning for a little effort. Princess Qiao doesn't need to take it to heart."

"How can I not take it to heart? I can't find anyone in this palace who is so warm-hearted like you."

As she said that, Concubine Qiao saw that Meng Wenyao had red lips and white teeth. The more she looked at her, the more she liked her. She took her hand and said, "I didn't look carefully last time, but now it seems that this child is so neatly grown, and her little hands are white and tender." It’s lovable.”

Because Meng Wenyao claimed to be a gardener, her hands shouldn't be so white and tender.

She allowed the concubine to rub her hand and explained: "Slave has no other hobbies on weekdays. She just likes to make flowers and plants, and also develops some things to apply on them. By applying them like this every day, her hands are just working. It won’t get rough.”

These words really touched Concubine Qiao's heart. In the past, she was not favored, had few people to serve, and had to do a lot of work by herself.

Not to mention how rough her hands were, they were far less delicate and white than those of ordinary concubines.

Nowadays, she is considered the most beautiful among the concubines, but unfortunately, both her face and her hands look like that of a village woman who cannot be put on the stage.

After listening to Meng Wenyao's words and the fact that Meng Wenyao really cured Yu Wenjing, Mrs. Qiao really believed that Meng Wenyao knew how to beautify her face.

Her affection was beyond words.

"The palace also has imperial rouge cream, but I always apply it to no avail. It turns out that I have never seen any good stuff."

Meng Lanxin said calmly: "If the concubine hadn't come here today, even I wouldn't have heard of such a good thing. You girl hide it tightly enough."

As soon as she said this, Mrs. Qiao immediately explained to Meng Wenyao: "Ah, the princess is still young. Even if she doesn't apply makeup, she is still tender and lovely. You don't need these things, so this girl probably hasn't given you a treasure."

Unconsciously, Mrs. Qiao thought that Meng Wenyao and Meng Lan were not familiar with each other at all. Meng Wenyao was just an ordinary maid in the East Palace and had never caught Meng Xinlan's eyes.

Now, she was Meng Wenyao's boss. The more she thought about it, the more she felt she had found a treasure, and she pulled Meng Wenyao and wouldn't let go.

"Princess, I came here today. Firstly, I want to express my gratitude. Secondly, the Seventh Princess still feels a little itchy on her face and wants to see Yaoyao."

Concubine Qiao had already said this, so Meng Lanxin had no choice but to let her go no matter how reluctant she was.

"It is this girl's blessing to be able to help the Seventh Princess."

After saying that, Meng Lanxin added: "Seventh Princess Jinzhiyuye, just forget about being lazy in my East Palace. When you go to the Seventh Princess's place, you must be careful and serve the princess well."