pain?
Looking into Song Yanqing's unfathomable eyes, Lu Qiqi didn't know how to answer and stammered, "No, it doesn't hurt."
After saying it didn't hurt, Lu Qiqi came back to her senses and smiled lightly, "It did hurt a little when I was first scratched, like a bamboo leaf scraping against my skin, a burning pain."
"It hasn't hurt since Yu'er applied the medicine. The wound medicine she gave me is good. I'll get some for you later."
Lu Qiqi wished she could bite her tongue; what utter nonsense was she spouting?!
This is also Song Yanqing's fault. Why did he look at her like that so late at night and ask her if she was in pain?
What innocent man would ask such a question!
“An Yi,” Song Yanqing said, “bring the things in.”
Lu Qiqi's door remained open as soon as Song Yanqing finished speaking.
A man in black came in with a bundle, placed it on the coffee table, and left without ever looking up at Lu Qiqi.
"What is this?" Lu Qiqi asked Song Yanqing.
Song Yanqing walked straight to the tea table, opened the bundle, and found it filled with a dazzling array of small ceramic bottles and wooden boxes.
Lu Qiqi looked at the contents of the bundle and couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement. The small porcelain bottle had various medicines labeled on it.
Inside the wooden box were several wild ginseng plants, all of which appeared to be over 500 years old, or even older.
There was a Ganoderma lucidum inside, which was larger than the one that Lu Qiqi gave to Old Madam Hao.
Lu Qiqi even suspected that Song Yanqing might be the valley master of Medicine King Valley from a martial arts novel.
“These are all for you,” Song Yanqing said, “but I hope you will never need them.”
If you're not injured, you're healthy and naturally won't need it.
Lu Qiqi said, "This was an accident. It's my fault for underestimating my opponent."
Whether she underestimated her opponent or not, only Lu Qiqi herself knows. She has always prioritized offense over defense, and insight has always been her weakness.
It's not usually noticeable, but if someone with a keen eye discovers this weakness, she'll find it hard to cope.
Lu Qiqi rummaged through her bundle for a while, took out two bottles of wound medicine, and wrapped up the rest unopened and placed them on the coffee table.
"You can keep two bottles of the wound medicine, I don't want the rest," Lu Qiqi said.
Before Song Yanqing could speak, Lu Qiqi added, "To be able to produce these medicines in such a short time, you must have lived a life of constant danger. You should keep these things for yourself."
Song Yanqing opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Lu Qiqi, so he could only swallow his words.
"I know you're not the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort), and I won't ask what your real identity is. I just need to know that we're friends."
Upon hearing the word "friend," Song Yanqing froze for a moment before saying, "You don't have to accept the things in the bundle, but you must accept this."
After saying that, Lu Qiqi noticed a small vermilion porcelain bottle in Song Yanqing's hand. She looked up at Song Yanqing and asked, "What is this?"
"Heart-protecting pills," Song Yanqing said, taking Lu Qiqi's hand and placing the porcelain bottle in her hand.
Lu Qiqi could even feel the warmth of the porcelain bottle. She didn't know how long Song Yanqing had kept the bottle in his arms, but it had become warm from his body heat.
Song Yanqing said earnestly, "There are two pills inside. Take one in an emergency to protect your heart from damage."
Lu Qiqi suddenly felt the porcelain bottle in her hand was heavy, and two thoughts flashed through her mind.
One was to warn her that she shouldn't accept such an expensive gift without having done anything right.
Another person encouraged her, saying that if she could crack the formula for the heart-protecting pills, she could have as many as she wanted in the future.
In the end, the second idea prevailed, and Lu Qiqi said with a bright smile, "Then thank you very much!"
When Lu Qiqi saw Song Yanqing arrive, looking travel-worn, she could even feel the cold wind he was carrying rushing towards her as she opened the door.
So he asked, "You rushed here, haven't you had dinner yet? How about I go to the kitchen and make you a bowl of noodles?"
Seeing that Lu Qiqi was safe and sound, Song Yanqing had originally planned to set off for home immediately.
But Lu Qiqi's words were so tender that he couldn't move his feet and couldn't bring himself to refuse.
“Okay,” Song Yanqing said softly.
The two walked towards the small kitchen by the light of an oil lamp. There were servants guarding the outer courtyard of the Feng residence. If it weren't for Song Yanqing's excellent lightness skills, the servants wouldn't have been able to enter Feng Yu'er's inner courtyard without noticing.
Therefore, in Feng Yu'er's inner courtyard, there were only figures walking side by side under the long corridor, slowly heading towards the small kitchen.
Small kitchens are usually used for cooking small meals, and there isn't much food left.
Lu Qiqi rummaged around for a while before finding a bag of flour, two eggs, and four bok choy hearts.
Lu Qiqi started kneading the dough, and Song Yanqing was not idle either, helping to add firewood and boil water.
The two worked together seamlessly, just like when they were fleeing famine. The location was different, but their teamwork remained the same.
Lu Qiqi quickly cooked the noodles. She used a lot of effort while kneading the dough, and since she was also a little hungry, she cooked an extra bowl of noodles.
"Alright," Lu Qiqi said, ladling out the noodles and arranging them on the plate with her chopsticks.
Each person has a bowl of noodles, an egg, and two bok choys; it looks very appetizing.
Song Yanqing didn't say much, and placed the two bowls of noodles on the square table next to her.
Song Yanqing picked up her chopsticks and looked at the steaming soup noodles. She felt warm inside, as if she were basking in the warm sun.
Song Yanqing took a bite of the noodles, and a warm feeling swept over her whole body. She felt that traveling 600 miles just to eat this bowl of noodles was worth it.
"How does it taste?" Lu Qiqi asked.
When Song Yanqing looked up, he saw Lu Qiqi staring at him with bright, expectant eyes, which made him unable to look away.
"What's wrong with you?" Lu Qiqi waved her hand in front of Song Yanqing, hoping to get his attention, when she saw that he was in a daze.
Song Yanqing snapped out of her reverie, coughed lightly, and said, "It's nothing, I was just thinking about some things."
“Oh,” Lu Qiqi said indifferently.
"You'd better eat quickly, you'll have the energy to work when you're full."
Lu Qiqi spoke seriously, and Song Yanqing was both amused and exasperated, so he could only do as she said.
So, under the dim light, the two of them cozy up and ate a bowl of soup noodles in the small kitchen.
In Song Yanqing's heart, this taste was something that no delicacy could compare to.
After finishing his noodles, Song Yanqing had no excuse to linger, nor did he have time to stay any longer. He had to rush back to the army to begin preparations for their departure.
Song Yanqing stood up and said, "I'm leaving now. Take care of yourself and don't get hurt again."
For a moment, Lu Qiqi had a strange feeling; she actually thought that Song Yanqing's tone was instructing his wife at home that he was about to embark on a long journey.
Lu Qiqi felt like she was going crazy and quickly banished these chaotic thoughts from her mind.
He nodded vigorously, saying, "I understand. Go ahead and do what you need to do, but don't let it interfere with important matters."
Song Yanqing glanced at Lu Qiqi's face indifferently, resisted the urge to hug her, and climbed over the wall after leaving the small kitchen.
Seeing Song Yanqing leave, Lu Qiqi took the oil lamp and walked back into the room, feeling as she walked that she had forgotten something important.
When she returned to her room, she discovered that the bundle of herbs and medicines was quietly placed on the coffee table.
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