Xiao Qingyin, a master physician, dies unexpectedly and transmigrates into the body of the eldest legitimate daughter of the Minister of Revenue in the Great Xi Dynasty, who was raised in the count...
His sword was always pointed at the wicked; he didn't understand why the common people feared him like a tiger.
"Maybe changing to a different mask would be much better."
Xiao Qingyin smiled.
"Um?"
"For example, a rabbit mask."
"..."
He knew she couldn't say anything serious.
...
In a private room on the second floor of a teahouse on Dongmen Street, Bai Musheng was waiting for someone.
Just as I finished brewing the tea and was about to take a sip, I glanced out the window and froze.
The middle of the street was deserted, with two tall horses carrying a man and a woman galloping past.
The woman was all smiles, while the man was wearing a mask. Although his expression was not very clear, the upturned corners of his lips revealed that he was in a very good mood.
Bai Musheng's face instantly darkened.
With a loud "bang!", he crushed the teacup in his hand.
The shards of porcelain pierced his palm, and blood gushed out.
He seemed oblivious to the pain, staring intently in the direction the two had gone, a cruel glint in his eyes.
"Ah, the heir of the Marquis of Yong'an!"
...
Hanshan Temple is located on the top of Dongshan Mountain.
Xiao Qingyin and Yi Shuihan rode to the foot of the mountain, tied their horses up, and then climbed the steps.
With the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, there are many yellow leaves on both sides of the mountain road, making for a very beautiful scene.
Xiao Qingyin admired the mountain scenery for a while, then looked down at the roadside bushes.
What are you looking for?
Yi Shuihan couldn't help but ask.
No sooner had she finished speaking than Xiao Qingyin exclaimed in delight, "There's a huge area here!"
Now, without her answering, Yi Shuihan already knew the answer.
Seeing Xiao Qingyin's delighted expression, Yi Shuihan asked in confusion, "Can this be eaten?"
"It's so delicious!" Xiao Qingyin exclaimed happily. "Quickly, help me dig all of these back."
This digging took half an hour.
Yi Shuihan stared blankly at the mushrooms scattered on the ground. "How are you planning to take them back?"