Chapter 17 Chapter 17 With it, she can decide life and death! ...

Wow.

Gu Zhizhuo's eyes sparkled. She remembered that in her previous life, such rumors appeared half a year later.

It seemed that when I walked out of the capital in shackles, I heard people talking about this incident on the streets. Within just a few months, it spread throughout the entire Daqi, and several strange things and visions occurred at that time.

Gu Zhizhuo asked with interest, "What else?"

"A purple aura lingered in the sky above Taiqing Temple for a long time, and many believers saw it. It's said that Master Qingping was about to come out of seclusion, but because of this divination, he revealed the secret of heaven and spat out blood on the spot. Then, Master Qingping postponed his exit to continue to sense the will of heaven."

Gu Zhizhuo tapped the table lightly with his fingers. Interesting. He even knew what the Taoist Master Qingping had divined during his retreat, even vomiting blood afterward. And he described each one as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"More people are going to Taiqing Temple these days."

After Qiongfang finished speaking, she swallowed her saliva. She couldn't help but think of the words she heard in Chonghua Palace on the Qianqiu Festival. Could there really be such a thing as a blessed girl?

She looked at her own girl eagerly. Gu Zhizhuo smiled without saying a word, picked up the medicine and drank it in one gulp.

There are three prescriptions of this medicine, and this is the last bowl.

Her medical skills are really good! Gu Zhizhuo thought happily while holding a candied plum in his mouth.

Qingmei skillfully presented a plate of peach blossom pastries and a plate of pine nut pastries. "Miss, the second and third ladies were here. Seeing you were still resting, the second lady left two homemade pastries for you to try. The third lady also left you a storybook, one of the most fashionable in the capital right now."

My second uncle died in battle in Northern Xinjiang ten years ago, leaving behind my second aunt and Gu Zhiwei and Gu Yiqun, a brother and sister. My third uncle is still alive, having lost both legs in Northern Xinjiang last year. My third cousin, Gu Zhinan, is from the third branch of the family.

"Madame Zhu from the Madam's place has also been here a few times."

"I said you had a high fever, but Madam Zhu was like a deaf person, insisting you go to the Madam, but I ignored her."

Qingmei felt that this Zhu must be out of her mind. She could tell whether the girl really had a high fever or not just by looking at her, but she kept saying that the girl was pretending.

Madam Gu is the girl's grandmother. How could a grandmother allow a servant to be so disrespectful and arrogant?

Alas, their Dongchang is still the best, with clear distinction between superiors and subordinates.

Gu Zhizhuo nodded and asked curiously, "Where's the notebook that Third Sister brought? Let me have a look."

She picked up a piece of peach blossom pastry and took a light bite. The crust was crispy and the filling had a sweet peach blossom fragrance. As she took a bite, the sweet taste spread between her lips and teeth.

"tasty!"

Gu Zhizhuo narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

It has been a long time since I last had the peach blossom pastry made by my second sister.

She drank some tea to moisten her mouth and took another piece.

"Miss," Qiongfang said, "the third lady said you would definitely like it!"

Qiongfang took the notebook left by Gu Zhinan. When Gu Zhizhuo saw the words "Picking Flowers" written on the cover, he almost spit out his tea.

She said with great joy, "Who told Third Sister that I like to watch this? It's obviously Cousin Danling who likes to watch it."

Qiongfang refuted her: "I saw it with my own eyes. You and the Fifth Princess watched the play together. The last time you watched it was 'Waiting for Your Return'."

Gu Zhizhuo laughed so hard that he fell down.

When Qiongfang said this, she remembered that there was a time when her stepmother Ji would always have people send her some storybooks, which were nothing more than stories about talented men and beautiful women, love at first sight, and fate for three lifetimes.

Once, while out for an outing, she happened to come across a student selling calligraphy and paintings. Rui Huang was saying something, something like a storybook, where a wealthy young lady accidentally bought the calligraphy and paintings of a poor student, and thus a perfect match was formed. Rui Huang then urged her to learn the storybook and use her hairpin to buy calligraphy and paintings from the student.

She was probably only eleven or twelve years old at that time, so at least she wasn't that stupid.

Qiongfang said, "You and the Fifth Princess have agreed to go and see the parade of Jinshi scholars, to see if the top three scholars are as handsome and extraordinary as described in the storybooks."

This is so embarrassing! Gu Zhizhuo covered his face.

She patted the snack crumbs on her hands, threw the notebook to Qiongfang, cleared her throat and changed the subject: "Let's go, let's go out with your girl."

Today is the day for my follow-up appointment with Xie Yingchen.

Go out! Qiongfang nodded, and the girl went out as soon as she said she would.

"Miss, I will ask someone to prepare the carriage."

"No, we'll go on horseback."

Qingmei blinked her eyes. She had noticed in the past two days that Qiongfang was very generous. Even though she had taken over the management of the yard later, Qiongfang didn't care at all. She just stayed by Miss Gu's side and would never go west when the lady pointed east.

Qiongfang put the veil on her and rang the small copper bell on the table, and Xue Zhong and Chun Xin, who were waiting outside, came in.

Two maids helped her change her clothes, and Qiongfang tied her hair into two buns.

Before leaving, Gu Zhizhuo did not forget to put on the black bow belt she had hung in the study.

It was a spring day, the sun was shining brightly, and a warm breeze caressed his face. Gu Zhizhuo squinted his eyes comfortably.

She went to the stable to get the horse first. As soon as she opened the door of the stable, the jade lion rushed over excitedly.

Gu Zhizhuo lost her balance and staggered. The jade lion nudged her with its head and begged for candy in a coquettish manner.

She quickly took out some malt sugar from her purse.

There was no need to hold the reins. The Jade Lion, which had eaten the malt sugar, followed her happily, jumping and skipping. Qingmei didn't think it looked like a proper horse at all.

After going out of the corner gate, Gu Zhizhuo headed straight for Zhuque Street.

Baekje Hall is located on Suzaku Street.

"girl."

As soon as she got off the horse, a servant came out cheerfully and took Yu Shizi, Qiongfang and the others' horses to their places. The shopkeeper also came to greet her and led her in.

The owner of Baijitang is surnamed Su, a servant of the Wang family. Both his parents are well-known managers in the family.

As soon as he entered Baiji Hall, Gu Zhizhuo couldn't wait to ask, "Shopkeeper Su, has anyone come to see me in the past few days?"

"No. The young lady reminded me, and I've remembered it."

All right. Gu Zhizhuo walked inside.

Shopkeeper Su added, "Miss, the silver needles you requested are ready."

"Really?" Gu Zhizhuo exclaimed in surprise, "So fast!"

Silver needles are like hands and feet to a doctor. After her rebirth, she didn't have a set of silver needles on her body, which always made her feel uneasy.

Gu Zhizhuo is good at using fine needles, and he wants the kind as thin as a hair, which is different from ordinary silver needles. Baekje Hall does not have them ready-made.

The last time he came back, Gu Zhizhuo asked Manager Su to find a craftsman to make a set.

She said with joy, "Show it to me."

Shopkeeper Su took out a needle bag from inside and presented it to him with a look of annoyance.

Opening the needle bag, Gu Zhizhuo took out a needle from it.

She gently stroked the needle with her finger, and with a flick of her finger, the silver needle made a crisp buzzing sound.

She felt very calm, as if as long as she had it, she could decide life and death.

good.

She nodded and praised, "Thank you for your hard work, Shopkeeper Su."

"It's not worth your trouble." Shopkeeper Su personally served her tea and water, and in his spare time, he said, "Blacksmith Wang's youngest son had a febrile convulsion at the beginning of the year and almost died. Su Zhan saved him with a pill of Purple Snow Pill. Blacksmith Wang brought his son here to thank him repeatedly. This time, as soon as the youngest came, he gave you the injection that night."

Su Zhan was the son of the shopkeeper Su. When he was still young, he was freed from slavery and sent to Chen Baishu to work as a medicine boy to learn medical skills. After completing his apprenticeship, he became a doctor at Baijitang.

Gu Zhizhuo took a sip of tea and casually asked, "Where's Su Zhan?"

There was only an old doctor with gray hair sitting in Baekje Hall today.

"I went to the Lin family's pharmacy. They just got a batch of Northern Glehnia littoralis. Su Zhan went to see how it was prepared. If it's good, I'll buy some back." Shopkeeper Su added, "The Lin family is good at preparing it. The Northern Glehnia littoralis they prepare is top-grade."

Gu Zhizhuo's mind moved: "I remember Su Zhan is good at treating children's diseases?"

Shopkeeper Su smiled even more happily: "Yes, yes, young lady, you remember everything."

Gu Zhizhuo smiled and said, "When he comes back, tell him to try using the gold pot and silver spatula next time he makes the Purple Snow Pill."

Shopkeeper Su repeated, "Golden pot and silver spatula?"

She nodded.

Zixuedan is an ancient recipe, but the Zixuedan used by various families today are lighter in color and have average efficacy.

In her previous life, she accidentally discovered that using a gold shovel and a silver pot could make the color of the Purple Snow Pill even more purple, more in line with the ancient recipe's description of "purple in color, like frost and snow." Only then could it be considered a true Purple Snow Pill, and its efficacy would be more than doubled. (Note)

Shopkeeper Su had no doubt: "When Su Zhan comes back, I will let him try."

As he spoke, Gu Zhizhuo sat down inside and waited bored.

"girl."

Seeing that she was bored, Qiongfang offered a bad idea: "I brought the notebook given by the third lady. Do you want to read it?"

Gu Zhizhuo wanted to say "no", but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't help but said: "Okay."

She took the notebook handed to her by Qiongfang and flipped through it with interest. When she saw something interesting, she covered her face with the notebook and laughed.

Qiongfang looked puzzled.

In the past, girls would read storybooks with tears in their eyes, feeling sad about the passing of time. How come they read them so happily now?

"Girl, what's written on this?" She was very curious.

"A scholar met a young lady from a wealthy family and fell in love with her at first sight. They secretly pledged their love to each other, and the young lady used all her private savings to support the scholar's journey to Beijing to take the imperial examinations."

"Then what?"

"The scholar won the first place in the imperial examination and was granted marriage in the Golden Palace, becoming a royal consort."

Qiongfang asked nervously, "What about the young lady?"

"Miss," Gu Zhizhuo said seriously after closing the storybook, "just go and stab the scholar to death."

Qiongfang's eyes widened, and one word was written all over her face: Huh?

Qingmei almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

Girls just love to coax people. This kind of story is probably about Ehuang and Nuying sharing one husband. I don’t know what poor scholar is imagining this.

The brass bell at the door jingled.

Someone came in.

Could it be the young master?

Gu Zhizhuo quickly hid the notebook behind his back.