Chapter 493 Guancheng
It's really hard to say.
She locked the door from the inside, took off her clothes, and began to give herself acupuncture.
What are some acupoints for relieving stagnation?
She tried hard to recall and remembered that there were several important acupoints for constipation: Zusanli, Guanyuan, and Shenshu.
After a while, my whole body felt even hotter.
Seeing the teapot on the table, which was full of tea, she drank it all in one go.
When nothing worked, she remembered acupoints for quick urination: Zhongji, Sanyinjiao, Yinlingquan, and Pangguanshu.
After trying each one, I really needed to go to the outhouse.
She opened the door and said to the person standing there, "Senior brother, please get me a pot of tea. Drinking more water might help me get through this sooner."
The Taoist priest helped her carry the oil lamp, saying, "Go to the outhouse first, I'll go with you."
If the person who administered the drug is still waiting to take advantage of him, he must not let him have a chance.
Seeing that she was wearing only thin clothes but was covered in sweat, the Taoist priest draped a fur coat over her shoulders, saying, "You still need to wear clothes, you'll feel uncomfortable once the effects of the medicine wear off."
Hearing that someone was still awake, he roared, "If I find out who drugged me, I'll kill him!"
After running to the outhouse several times, Song Chunxue finally felt much better.
Drinking more water helps, but it's hard to express the discomfort.
An hour and a half later, she felt tired, the heat had subsided considerably, and she felt slightly cool.
"Senior brother, you don't need to stay outside anymore, I feel much better." She crawled into bed, too sleepy to keep her eyes open.
The Taoist priest, his face dark, sat on a chair not far away, glanced at the person on the bed, and then closed his eyes.
Song Chunxue slept exceptionally soundly that night.
With her senior brother around, she felt safe.
She was awakened by the noise in the yard.
"Slap, slap, slap..."
The loud sound of a whip slicing through the air rang out.
Song Chunxue opened her eyes and noticed that the noise outside had decreased considerably as the door was closed.
"He's awake. Let's eat. If there's any problem with this meal, I'll cut off his head."
She put on her clothes and looked at the long noodles in front of her with some trepidation.
To eat or not to eat?
They wouldn't have drugged me in broad daylight, would they?
Outside came the cries and pleas for mercy from a man, along with the sound of whips striking flesh.
"Has the person who drugged them been caught?"
The Taoist priest hummed in agreement and handed her the chopsticks, saying, "Eat without worry. You'll have the strength to fight back when you're full."
As he spoke, he got up and walked out, saying, "Don't let anyone beat you to death; I'll leave you to teach them a lesson yourself."
Song Chunxue stopped her, saying, "Let them do whatever they want. I don't want to see what that person looks like; it's disgusting. Let's leave after we finish eating."
The Taoist priest paused, "Very well."
Seeing that the Taoist priest looked unwell, Song Chunxue lowered her voice and said, "Senior brother, you haven't rested all night, have you? After we go down the mountain, we'll find an inn nearby so you can catch up on some sleep. You can't go home looking exhausted to see your old friends."
The Taoist priest did not refuse and silently ate a bowl of noodles.
Afterwards, they packed their bags and went out. Song Chunxue ignored the gazes of the other people in the mountain village and went straight into the carriage.
This feeling of being a lamb to the slaughter made her regret her rashness last night.
She vaguely heard the person who had spoken to her senior brother last night apologizing and offering to apologize to her in person, but her senior brother stopped him.
After the group of people offered various explanations and dragged the man who was about to be beaten to death in front of him, the senior brother finally agreed not to pursue the matter any further.
Through the gap in the carriage curtain, Song Chunxue saw that the person who had been beaten was lying on the ground, staring intently in their direction.
She quickly lowered the curtain and heard the man being kicked away.
Fortunately, my senior brother returned quickly and drove the carriage down the mountain.
On the bumpy mountain road, she gradually relaxed.
Drugging someone is such a despicable method. This stuff has a huge aftereffect. She hasn't thought about men for years, but now she's actually starting to miss them.
She knew it was the medicine's effect, so she didn't dare to think about it too much.
After descending the mountain, she switched places with her senior brother.
"Senior brother, take a nap, I'll catch the carriage."
"Senior brother, come in quickly, I'm not that cold today."
She pushed her senior brother into the carriage, breathing in the cold air, and felt the warmth in her chest dissipate considerably.
The senior brother looked very unwell, probably still blaming himself for taking her up the mountain last night, and also angry at the person who drugged her for their despicable methods.
Neither of the two brothers spoke a word the entire way.
Two hours later, they arrived at Guancheng.
Upon entering the city gate, Song Chunxue parked the carriage in front of an inn.
"Sir, are you here for a meal or to stay the night?" The waiter greeted them, leading the carriage to the back.
"Check in, two superior rooms. We'll bring you a bucket of hot water to each room later, along with some of your best local food and a pot of wine."
"Alright!" Another waiter, slightly hunched over, stood at the door and called out, "Two superior rooms and two servings of braised mutton."
The Taoist priest said, "I don't want mutton, but I want two bowls of vegetarian noodles, two plates of cold pork heart salad, and two plates of pickled radishes."
Song Chunxue looked at the Taoist priest, "Isn't mutton delicious?"
"Eat it in a few days. Lamb is too 'heaty' for you, so it's not suitable for you to eat it these days." The Taoist priest walked ahead expressionlessly. "After you finish eating, lock the door. I'm going to take a nap and will go out again tonight."
Seeing the bloodshot eyes in her senior brother's eyes, Song Chunxue didn't dare to say anything more, "Okay."
What she didn't know was that the Taoist priest had also been drugged last night, but his dosage was slightly lower and he didn't show any symptoms.
Having stood outside the door for most of the night, no one could tell that he was enduring great pain.
After finishing her meal, Song Chunxue went into the bathtub, washed her sweaty undergarments from the previous night, and hung them by the window.
I closed the door and slept soundly in my room, having several dreams.
She regained consciousness halfway through and thought about going out to get some medicine to clear her internal heat, so she asked the kitchen to brew it. She drank two bowls in a row.
Yes, that feels normal now, without desires or wants, with a heart as still as water.
As evening approached and her senior brother still hadn't made a move, she decided to go downstairs and take a walk around the neighborhood.
After walking for so long, she could sense that she was probably very close to her senior brother's house, as the people here spoke in a way that was slightly similar to her senior brother's.
She wore a thick Taoist robe and made a special trip to inquire about the famous Zhang family in the area, but she had no clue.
"Hey, are you a Taoist priest? Can you tell my fortune?"
Just as she was about to return to the inn, she was blocked by a group of elegantly dressed men of all ages.
The young man at the head of the group swaggered around, looking her over with an arrogant expression.
"I don't know how to tell fortunes." She said, taking two steps to the side.
“Hey, if you can’t tell fortunes, what kind of Taoist priest are you? You might as well become a nun,” the man turned to the older man behind him. “Father, I heard that my sixth uncle is also a Taoist priest and is coming back soon. Do you think he can tell fortunes?”
The older man didn't speak. With his broad, square face and sturdy build, Song Chunxue felt that he looked somewhat familiar.
"Get out of the way."
Song Chunxue stood there, looking at the ill-mannered young man in front of her. He was about the same age as Lao Si, but his father did not try to stop him. It was clear that neither father nor son were good people.
"Heh, you old woman have quite a temper. I've never met a Taoist nun before. You look quite old, what made you decide to become a Taoist nun?"
The young man spoke in a flippant tone, his thin face devoid of any flesh, “My family has a Taoist temple on the mountain. Do you want to go and take a look? Food and lodging are provided. My second uncle will definitely treat you well. All he needs now is a Taoist nun.”
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