The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and Osmanthus prefers to stay in a shady room than to go out to bask in the sun.

As for other matters, it was all turned into a special person running to the Ling Mansion to report to her.

On this day, it was the day to report on the progress every seven days.

The head of Mutun in Shibalitun is also a tun chief, and the crop field has been in good condition in the past two years, so there is really no reason to let him go to the construction site to be busy.

So his son, the stake, took the place of the leader of the carpenter and the blacksmith on the site.

Today is the day to report the progress with Osmanthus, and the wooden stake naturally has to appear in the Ling Mansion.

Counting the days, the wooden stake has been to the Ling Mansion a few times. Although he came to Ling Mansion now, he was still very nervous in his heart, but he didn't feel his legs trembling when he stood like he had done the first time.

"Princess, the situation on the construction site is like this now." The wooden stake told Osmanthus about the progress on the construction site in the past few days, and then obediently stood aside and waited for Osmanthus to command.

She wasn't too worried about the progress on the construction site, but when she thought of it being so hot, she was more worried about whether the people on the construction site could stand it.

"Okay, I know about the construction site. It's too hot outside these two days, so when you go back, tell everyone that you don't have to work at the hottest two hours of noon. Find a place to take a lunch break, and wait for the sun to be less intense, and then ...... Vomit! As Osmanthus was talking, she suddenly felt an extremely disgusting feeling in her heart, and immediately turned her head and spit out towards the ground on the side.

This frightened the stakes.

Just because he knew that the place of Lingfu was not for ordinary people to enter, and the identity of Osmanthus was not the same as in the past, so before coming, the wooden stake specially scrubbed his body and changed into clean clothes.

Could it be like this, can you still make the princess smell the smell of sweat?

Ermei, who was waiting on the side, was also taken aback, and hurriedly beckoned someone to prepare water, while she held the osmanthus and asked how the osmanthus was doing.

It wasn't until she vomited all the contents of her stomach that Osmanthus felt better.

With Erme's support, he stood up and left the table where he had vomited.

"It's okay, you go back first! Just remember to let everyone avoid the hottest time in the middle of the day before starting work. Osmanthus waved weakly at the stake, and then motioned for Erme to help her back into the house and lie down for a while.

After the wooden stake left, Er Mei frowned and said to Osmanthus: "Princess Shizi, why don't you call Lang Zhong over to take a look!" You've just vomited so horribly. ”

"It's fine. It's just that it's too hot, and I eat more at noon. When you go back, you can prepare some sour plum soup for me, add some ice, and I promise to be fine immediately after drinking it! Osmanthus pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, but there was a little more playfulness in her weakness, which made Er Mei very helpless.

Originally, Ermei wanted to insist on finding Langzhong, but Osmanthus didn't agree.

Originally, people's appetite was prone to problems in the summer, not to mention that there was something wrong, even if he invited Lang Zhong for nothing, he would prescribe a bunch of prescriptions for himself.

Anyway, no matter whether those medicines are really effective or not, anyway, people will directly put the osmanthus into the eighteenth layer of hell where they drink the decoction.

Osmanthus didn't want to go with the warm bitter decoction again in this summer.

If you don't invite Langzhong, you have to have a good rest, but Osmanthus lay down and slept until dinner before waking up.

Dinner was still eaten by Chu San and his wife, but compared with a while ago, Osmanthus had a much smaller appetite, and her picky appearance was even stricter than that of Mi Lucy, who was pregnant.

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