Chapter 17 World One

I felt a cool touch on my hands and the scent of mint leaves lingered at my nose.

Baoshan slowly woke up. Above her head were layers of smoky gray gauze, piled up together, making her vision blurry.

At her side, the hanging veil was tied up with a silver ribbon, and looking out, her vision became wider.

Baoshan supported himself on the couch with his palms, exerted a little force, and slowly sat up.

Judging from the furnishings inside, it didn't look like a post station. It made sense, after a fire like that, even with proper rescue efforts, most of the things were saved.

But a fire of that magnitude would have destroyed the post station beyond recognition. We would have to select new wood and do careful repairs. It would be impossible to move in so soon.

Thin gauze and a bronze mirror that is a bit blurry but can vaguely reflect a person's figure - this is probably a room used by women.

Bao Shan withdrew her gaze and tried to close her palms, but because of the medicine applied and the thick silk cloth wrapped around them, it was difficult for her palms to stretch freely.

Because of the force she exerted, her palm felt a stinging pain, the pain of the skin and flesh being pulled against each other.

Baoshan couldn't help but let out a soft cry, biting her lips with her pearly teeth.

Although the medicine relieved the burning sensation caused by the fire, it could not eliminate the pain.

The originally soft and delicate palm was now stained with such pain.

Although Baoshan controlled the force at that time, it might still leave an ugly scar.

But Baoshan still has no regrets when she thinks about it now. She rushed into the sea of fire, making everyone think that she had escaped the raging fire, and then went to Mu Nanxing's house to retrieve his treasured sachet. She then pretended to put out the fire with her hands in a moment of desperation in order to save the burning sachet.

Although the sachet was damaged, it was finally rescued from the post station.

If she came out unscathed, even though she had risked her life to save the sachet, she hadn't suffered any hardship. Although Mu Nanxing's heart would be shaken, that emotion would be like a stone dropped into a lake. Once the waves dissipate, no trace will be left.

Only because she was burned by the sachet in the fire, and then showed the horrific scars to Mu Nanxing, would he remember it forever.

Showing kindness will make people grateful, but if you show it too easily, it will dilute people's gratitude and they will slowly forget it.

But if you put in a lot of thought, suffer hardships, and show the traces of these hardships directly, then those traces of suffering will frighten people, and they will be engraved in their hearts, and they will not be able to forget them even if they want to.

Her crow-feather-like eyelashes cast a shadow on her porcelain-like face. Baoshan frowned slightly. The words on the sachet had been burned by her.

Seeing things reminds you of someone, and you also need something to look at and something to express your feelings.

The sachet without a name is no different from other ordinary sachets.

The female doctor pushed open the door and saw Baoshan had woken up. She walked over to her with a tray of medicine.

The silk cloth was spread out in circles, and most of the medicine juice was green, with a small part being brown.

The wound, covered with the medicine, looked even uglier. Bao Shan looked at it, her eyebrows furrowed tightly - she had expected it to be painful and ugly, but she had never imagined it would be so unsightly.

Seeing her like this, the doctor comforted her: "Don't look at its ugliness now. After a long time, it will grow back to its original state."

Baoshan was not in a good mood and responded in a muffled voice.

The female doctor took some gauze and soaked it in the medicine. When she took the gauze out, the originally white gauze had changed color.

In order to prevent the medicine from dripping, she wrapped a slightly thicker silk cloth around the gauze.

The female doctor packed up her things and prepared to leave, but she remembered how Baoshan was injured. On that day, the post station caught fire. In full view of everyone, Baoshan rushed into the sea of fire for a sachet, and even injured Roudi in order to save the burning sachet.

The female doctor felt pity for the man's infatuation with the precious fan and couldn't help but give him a few more instructions.

"No matter how urgent the matter is, you should take care of your own health first."

Bao Shan responded weakly. A look of hesitation appeared on her face, her cheeks flushed pink as she softly asked, "Where is the young marquis? Is he busy with something important..."

If there is nothing important, why is he not here? Shouldn't he come to see her? Is it because he thinks that after hiring a female doctor to take good care of her, he will just let her go?

The female doctor shook her head to indicate that she didn't know. She had met the young Marquis Mu several times and felt that he had an unapproachable aura that made people dare only be respectful and not think too much about him.

Seeing this, Baoshan became even more depressed.

Mu Nanxing did not just throw the damaged fan to the female doctor and then ignore it.

He just felt that his heart was in a mess, like a tangled ball of silk threads, and he didn't know which thread to start untangling.

The post station was burned, and although many soldiers tried their best to put out the fire, the upstairs had been burned to charcoal, while the downstairs was in a better condition.

But the beams had also been stained by the thick smoke, and now there were clusters of black marks hanging on them.

Mr. Zhang, along with his family, relatives, and people involved in the arson plan, were detained in a prison cell in Fuling City.

The candidate chosen by the emperor is also on the way and will arrive in Fuling City soon to take over Lord Zhang's position.

Most of the things have been settled, but Mu Nanxing does not feel relieved.

The box containing the sachet had been burned to ashes and could not be recognized in the flames.

Mu Nanxing could only keep the sachet close to her body. One corner of the sachet was burned, so it was impossible to hang it around her waist.

Mu Nanxing put it on his chest for the time being. Even though he had a way to preserve the fragrance, he noticed that the fragrance was getting weaker and weaker, and he was afraid that it would soon disappear.

The sachet also became strange, as if it had turned into a ball of fire, burning Mu Nanxing's chest, and he had to take it out.

Mu Nanxing subconsciously wanted to touch the word "羽", seeking inner peace as usual. However, this time, he only touched a few pieces of tattered cloth.

Mu Nanxing lowered his head, staring at the sachet in his hand. The tattered fabric still bore traces of the fire's burns. He saw scorched pieces of cloth, and touched rough, prickly silk. But in his mind, a wounded hand flashed through his mind.

When caressing this sachet in the past, Mu Nanxing thought of Li Qingyu's gentleness and thoughtfulness, as well as the deep affection between the two over the years.

Now, as his fingers moved slightly, his chest buzzed, and he recalled another kind of lingering affection.

The sachet seemed to have transformed into the fireball that burned down the post station that day, and was burning the fingers that were touching it.

After a moment, it transformed into a slender jade hand, hooked his fingers and asked him to touch the wound, asking him to guess how painful it was.

The sachet fell to the ground silently, it was almost thrown away by Mu Nanxing.

Mu Nanxing has always regarded this sachet as important, otherwise he would not be willing to rush into the sea of fire to retrieve it, but now he has thrown it on the ground.

At this time, Mu Nanxing was half leaning on a wooden chair, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He closed his eyes tightly, as if trying to calm the restlessness in his heart.

Feng Hui learned from the female doctor that Baoshan had woken up. He strode to Baoshan's door and waited for Baoshan to let him in, then he pushed the door open.

There were only rooms for male guests in the post station, so even though Feng Hui had entered Bao Shan's room, he didn't find it strange.

But now the room was used by female guests. There were several boxes of cosmetics on the dressing table. One of the boxes was not closed tightly, and the fragrance of the girls' cosmetics spread in the air. Feng Hui felt a little uneasy and didn't know what to do with his hands and feet.

Seeing him like this, Baoshan chuckled and pointed with her jade finger, asking him to move the round stool not far away and sit on it.

Feng Hui did as he was told and told Bao Shan everything that had happened since he fell unconscious.

Since the post station was not suitable for living, they moved to the inn in Fuling City.

"When will the post station be repaired?"

"It will take some time. The money for repairs will be paid from the government treasury, and we'll settle it all when we return to the capital."

Bao Shan learned about the plans of Lord Zhang and Zhang Shang. Although she had known for a long time that they were not good people, she was still frightened by their cruelty.

However, both of them were detained. Lord Zhang took advantage of his official position to enrich himself, and for his own selfish interests, he colluded with merchants to use stale grain, harming many refugees who fled here.

He was even more audacious and wanted to kill the disaster relief envoy sent from the capital.

His crimes are too numerous to list, and he will certainly not be able to save his life.

Feng Hui complained that Mu Nanxing had secretly investigated Mr. Zhang's strangeness, and in order to keep his actions secret, he did not let him know.

Bao Shan guessed in her heart that he was probably afraid that given Feng Hui's personality, he wouldn't be able to keep so many secrets.

If Lord Zhang finds out, it would be terrible if everything gets ruined.

Baoshan comforted Feng Hui softly and praised him so much that his face turned red and he forgot the slight unhappiness.

"You took too much of a risk this time. The fire was so intense, and you ran up to the second floor. If something on fire fell down..."

Bao Shan lowered her eyes and explained softly, "I'm just going to get the sachet."

Feng Hui became even more furious when he mentioned this matter. One by one, two people rushed into the fire to get the sachet.

The only difference is that Mu Nanxing wanted the sachet, and the treasure fan was for Mu Nanxing.

No matter what it was for, it was a raging fire. Did the two of them think it was some harmless thing that they could just go in and out of as they pleased?

Feng recalled that if Baoshan had not run out of the post station and brought back the sachet, Mu Nanxing would definitely have run in.

"Sachet, sachet, how can a sachet be more important than my life!"

Baoshan did not argue, but just looked obedient, listening patiently to Feng Hui's anger, accepting all his teachings and nodding repeatedly.

Seeing her like this, Feng Hui couldn't bring himself to eat her. Seeing that she had an injury on her hand, he said a few words hurriedly and left without disturbing her rest.

Baoshan was a little bored of being stuck in the house all day.

When the doctor came, she begged her to help her change her clothes. She wrapped the silk cloth around her neck a few more times in case it got tangled when she walked.

Because they lived in an inn, they made a living by providing meals and accommodation to male and female guests.

Therefore, it is better than the post station in every aspect.

The furnishings and utensils are more exquisite. The room for female guests is fully equipped with cosmetics and eyebrow pencils, and there is also a bronze mirror for dressing.

The surrounding environment is elegant. No matter how noisy the first floor is, it has nothing to do with the upstairs. It is as if a line has been drawn to separate the bustle of drinking and dining from the quietness of staying and resting.

The shadows of the leaves were reflected on the window. When Baoshan moved the wooden board aside, he could smell a faint fragrance.

The fragrance came from a tree that looked like a locust tree. It took three people to hug the trunk, and the dark brown branches grew straight and tall. Above them were lush branches and leaves, with light pink flowers the size of a fingernail blooming on them. When the wind blew, the flowers shook gently. If the wind was a little stronger, the petals would be blown away and floated down with the wind.

Baoshan leaned against the window, holding up her cheek with her uninjured hand. The pink flower she was looking at was blown away by the wind and floated down, landing on someone's shoulder.

Baoshan leaned forward to look, and the man seemed to have noticed something and looked up.

As the saying goes, with sparse eyebrows, bright eyes, broad shoulders and a slim waist, the young man is very romantic.