Chapter 4
After settling Ashina Yu, Shen Aheng returned to the west wing in the backyard and closed the door.
The interior of her house was very simply decorated. A wooden shelf against the wall was filled with pottery jars. Each jar had a rough wooden sign with words like "Hemostatic Grass" or "Ice Lotus Seeds" pasted on it. Some of the jars were covered with dust and cobwebs, as if they had not been turned over for a long time. Some of the jars had half of a dry grass root exposed, as if someone had inserted them there at random.
On the kang table was a copy of "Herb Atlas" that had been flipped through during the day. The pages had turned yellow and even the corners were worn and curled.
There were a few chipped porcelain bowls and plates and a copper mortar placed casually next to it. At the bottom of the mortar were some brown medicinal residues left over from grinding a few days ago.
The most eye-catching thing was the row of black flower and herbal juices in the corner. They were the "failed products" of her trial preparation of new medicines, but she was reluctant to throw them away. Perhaps she would be able to find the one or two missing herbs in them in the future.
Shen Ahheng put the backpack on her back into the corner and rummaged through the third pottery container in the second row on the wooden shelf. Perhaps it had been a long time since she had rummaged through it, so a cloud of dust flew out. She fanned it away casually with her hand, rummaged through it a few more times, and took out a handful of dried dark brown grass.
"It's you."
Shen Aheng was very excited. He threw the grass into the mortar, picked up a pottery mortar from the corner, poured half a bowl of mountain spring water into it, and picked up the pestle to pound it.
When the pounding was almost done, Shen Ah Heng picked up the mortar and put it to his nose to smell it. Feeling that it was not enough, he searched the bamboo basket and found a handful of fresh radix toruloides and threw it in to continue pounding. The medicinal properties of the last preparation were not enough, and adding a little more this time might be better. He did not look at any prescription during the whole process, relying entirely on the feel of the hands.
After pounding it into juice again, Shen Ah Heng filtered the juice into a small white porcelain bottle. A few drops leaked out, and she wiped them carelessly with her sleeve and put them on the windowsill before she breathed a sigh of relief.
After doing all this, Shen Ah Heng turned around and scooped some warm water from the copper basin in the corner of the room. He washed his face casually, wiped it with a cloth, and without even changing his clothes, fell on the wooden bed in the inner room.
As soon as his head touched the pillow, he began to snore softly.
The next day.
Shen Aheng was worried about Ashina Yu's injury and woke up before daybreak.
It was just past the hour of Mao, and the window paper was only dimly grayish-white. Shen Ahheng, wearing cloth shoes, yawned as he walked towards the main room. He didn't know if he was still alive after the whole night, and he hoped he would not die in the middle of the night.
When the curtain was lifted, the room was very dim, with only a faint light coming through the crack in the door.
Shen Aheng squinted his eyes and looked inside, only to see Ashina Yu lying quietly, with the quilt covered neatly, as if he had not turned over all night, with only half of his cold and pale face exposed.
His long hair had been loose since yesterday, and the ochre headband was tangled loosely in it. She thought it was too cumbersome, so she helped him tear it off yesterday. It was scattered on the pillow and bedding. The inky hair made his skin look even colder, forming a strong contrast.
A few strands of hair stuck to her face, moving gently with her breathing.
His eyelashes were long and thick, casting a light shadow under his eyes, and his lips were a pale color that was almost transparent.
He is obviously a young man, but the way he sleeps quietly at this moment looks like the Sleeping Beauty under a spell in a fairy tale, revealing a fragile beauty.
Shen A unconsciously walked closer with light steps, afraid of disturbing him. He stood by the bed and watched for a while. Seeing that his breathing was steady and he didn't look uncomfortable at all, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this night was safe and sound, and nothing went wrong.
I just don't know how his injuries are healing.
And how is his poison spreading? Don't let him die before she can figure out a treatment.
Shen Aheng squatted beside the bed, hesitating for a long time, but couldn't help it, gritted his teeth and reached out, gently uncovered the thin blanket covering him, and carefully pulled his collar down.
The cool, white, and delicate skin is revealed, like the finest mutton-fat jade. It is so white that even in dim light, you can almost see the blood vessels under the skin, exuding a clear porcelain feel.
The new wound was covered with medicine from last night, and a light scab had already formed. It looked better than yesterday.
Shen Ah Heng took another look, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he couldn't help feeling a little proud. It seemed that the medicine he had prepared was not in vain, and it was quite effective.
But looking down, the lavender poisonous pattern spread along the collarbone to the heart, tightly wrapped around the cold white skin like a vine, strangely dazzling, and half a step closer to the heart than when I first saw it last night.
Shen Ah Heng frowned, and when he was about to look down at the trend of the poison pattern, his wrist was suddenly touched lightly.
Ashina Yu had woken up at some point, and was looking at her with clear eyes, without any emotion, which made her freeze instantly.
"I, I'm not being a hooligan!" Shen Ah Heng was so scared that he almost fell down. He hurriedly withdrew his hand, fearing that he wouldn't understand. He quickly gestured with his hands, pointing to his wound, and then to a small porcelain bottle in his hand, stammering to explain: "I, I saw your wound... and the poisonous mark, I... I swear, I really didn't take advantage of you!"
The more she spoke, the more anxious she became. Her cheeks turned red and sweat broke out on the tip of her nose.
Ashina Yu looked at her quietly, blinked her eyelashes lightly, and said nothing. Instead, she raised her hand and slowly pulled down the collar of her clothes with her cold white fingertips. Her movements were gentle, but she did not hesitate at all.
As the fabric slid down, the lines of his shoulders were revealed first. They were smooth and neat, without a trace of excess flesh, but instead exuded a sense of firmness.
Further down, the muscles of his waist and abdomen were faintly visible. They were the kind of thin muscles that were thin but well-proportioned. His skin was white as if wrapped in moonlight. His chest was light pink, like peach petals fallen on the snow, which contrasted with his cold white skin and made him look radiant.
The porcelain bottle in Shen Ah Heng's hand fell to the ground with a "clack", and he even forgot to take a breath. It was not until the other party's body revealed more skin with poisonous patterns that he realized that he was helping him. He immediately felt even more embarrassed and said embarrassedly: "Look at what I have done. How can I let you do it yourself?"
Ashina Yu seemed not to notice her panic, and just lay there quietly, his cold white skin exposed to her gaze, without any reaction, but his eyelashes drooped, and he was still as docile as a temperless little animal, cooperating with her examination gently.
Facing the eyes full of "beauty", Shen Ah Heng's throat was inexplicably dry. He opened his mouth, but the words were stuck on the tip of his mouth. His eyes swept over his shoulder uncontrollably, and then quickly moved away. The tip of his ear instantly burned hot.
This little foreigner is too unassuming!
Shen Ah Heng quickly looked away, lowered his head and pulled out the stopper of the medicine bottle, but the pink and white seemed to be still swaying back and forth in front of his eyes. The fingers holding the bottle tightened, the tips of his ears felt hot, and he couldn't help but secretly scold himself for being perverted.
As soon as the cork was pulled out, a fishy yet sweet smell hit my nose.
Shen Ah Heng was afraid of fuming him, so he quietly moved it a little further away, then took a thin bamboo stick wrapped in silk cotton, dipped some Qingling grass juice in it, and gently applied it to the poisonous pattern.
While she was applying the cream, she couldn't help but glance at his waist and abdomen, but then quickly retracted her eyes. Her cheeks were burning so hot that she even applied the cream faster than usual, fearing that if she was any slower, her mind would run wild again.
When the cold grass juice touched his skin, Ashina Yu did not dodge, but his eyelashes drooped.
With the dim light coming in from above, when Shen Ah Heng looked carefully, he found that the moment the originally dark brown grass juice touched the light purple poisonous pattern, it was as if it was sucked by something, and slowly turned white at the poisonous pattern, and finally only a circle of light, almost transparent watermark remained.
This is the Qingxiu Sect's method of testing for poisons passed down since ancient times. The Qingling seeds in the grass juice can absorb toxins. If the poisoning is mild, the grass juice will only be slightly diluted. But now, in less than half a pack of cigarettes, the grass juice has become so diluted. It is obvious that the poison in his body is too strange, and even the medicinal power in the grass juice has been absorbed instantly.
Shen Ahheng's hand stopped in mid-air, his heart suddenly sank, his brows knitted tightly, and he couldn't help muttering: "What a powerful poison..."
This poison is even more powerful than she imagined. The Qingling Grass is not enough to withstand it. She has to find a stronger detoxifying herb quickly.
Ashina Yu was still lying quietly, the poisonous patterns spreading wildly on his cold white skin, but he acted as if he didn't see it, and didn't even frown. Even when the grass juice touched the poisonous patterns, he would have shown pain to an ordinary person, but he just drooped his eyelashes and didn't even move his fingertips.
It was as if he was not the one poisoned, and life and death were insignificant matters.
Shen Ahheng looked at him like this, and his heart suddenly felt anxious.
She had already calculated that the poison was extremely strong and that she would not survive more than a month without treatment.
Whenever the poison takes effect, all his internal organs and meridians feel as if they are burned by fire, but he does not show even the slightest pain. Is it that he has no sense of pain at all, or does he really have no attachment to life?
Shen Ah Heng squatted down, softened his voice, and imitated the tone of his master in comforting the sick, saying: "Don't be discouraged, I will take care of this poison. There are many good herbs on Qingxiu Mountain. I will go to collect them after breakfast. I will definitely be able to cure you!"
Ashina Yu looked up at her, like ink soaked in snow water, without any emotion. He just listened quietly without even nodding.
Seeing that he still didn't respond, Shen Aheng felt even more pity for him, and when he ran out of words, he searched everywhere for good words to comfort him.
Her eyes swept over the open collar of his shirt, and she quickly reached out to help him pull it up. When her fingertips touched his cold white skin, her ears blushed first: "You, you tie your clothes. It rained yesterday, and it's still cold today. It will be troublesome if you get cold again..."
After Shen Ah Heng helped him fasten the cloth buttons, he pulled the corners of the quilt on him and tucked every inch tightly to ensure that he would not be cold again. Then he stood up: "Lie down and don't move. I'll go boil the medicine and make you some hot breakfast!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left in a hurry. The curtain was lifted up with a "snap" and then slowly fell down.
Ashina Yu looked at her back as she ran away, and his gaze slowly fell back to his arm. Under his long sleeves, the wound that was still bleeding yesterday had now formed a light new scab.
After a long time, he raised his hand and rubbed the cloth lightly with his cold white fingertips. He didn't use much force, just as if he was confirming the existence of the wound.
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