Miss Jun immediately understood who he was talking about.

Adults can still control their emotions, but it is difficult for children to pretend nothing happened, after all, they are father and daughter.

"He's very good-looking." She smiled and gestured with her hand. "He's this tall, a little thin, but very strong, and likes to sway when he walks."

As she spoke, she imitated her master and took a few steps, then stood in front of Zhao Hanqing.

Zhao Hanqing was watching seriously at first, but when he saw her suddenly stand in front of him with an evasive look, he took a step back and subconsciously raised his hands to cover his face.

"His eyes look like yours." Miss Jun continued, not retreating because of her avoidance, and looked at her exposed eyes.

Zhao Hanqing glanced at her.

"He also painted a portrait of you," Miss Jun said softly, "It depicts your appearance from childhood to now."

There was a fire burning in Zhao Hanqing's eyes, a mixture of doubt, shock, joy and uneasiness.

"Do you want to take a look?" Miss Jun said more gently, fearing that her loud voice would scare her away. Without waiting for her to answer, she turned around and walked back to the rock to sit down, opened the medicine box and took out a note. "If your mother doesn't agree, I won't make it difficult for you. I won't let you see anything else. Just take a look at your portrait and see if it looks like her."

She spoke to herself while flipping through the pages quickly, stopping at the end.

The rustling sound gradually approached, and a shadow was cast beside me.

Miss Jun didn't look up, but stroked the portrait of a four or five-year-old girl on the paper.

"This, it must be from your childhood," she asked.

"This is not me." Zhao Hanqing said, and he was about to step back.

Miss Jun had already grabbed her arm and looked up at her.

"This is you," she said, flipping through the pages again, turning to the last picture of her when she was fourteen or fifteen years old. "This is you."

Zhao Hanqing's expression became excited.

"How can this be me? I'm so ugly." She shouted, pointing at the portrait on the paper. "She is so beautiful, and I am so ugly, I am so ugly."

Miss Jun held her arm tightly.

"You're not ugly. You were sick, and this is what it looks like when you're cured." She said in a deep voice, "Your father painted you to look like you're cured."

Zhao Hanqing looked at her and then at the portrait, his chest heaving violently and his body shaking constantly.

"Your father left just to treat your illness. He went to many places just to find medicine to treat you." Miss Jun continued, holding her arm tightly.

Zhao Hanqing stared at the portrait for a moment, then turned his gaze to Miss Jun.

"What about him? Why doesn't he come back?" she asked. Although it was a question, her eyes could not hide her expectation.

Because he died, Miss Jun's throat felt sore.

"Because there is still one medicine that has not been found." She said seriously, "But the prescription has been found. I will treat you first. When your father comes back and gets the last medicine, your illness will be completely cured."

Zhao Hanqing looked at her doubtfully.

"You should also know that Dad is very powerful." Miss Jun looked at her and said.

Zhao Hanqing lowered his eyes.

Everyone here knows how powerful that man is. His story is told every day, and even children of a few years old can recite it by heart.

"He's amazing, very amazing." Miss Jun's voice continued to ring in my ears, "Since he painted you so beautifully, you must be able to become that beautiful. You don't believe me, but do you also believe him? Han Qing, let me treat you."

After she said this, silence fell between the two.

The silence was short-lived, and the next moment Zhao Hanqing reached out and pulled off the veil.

"I don't believe him." She said, looking at Miss Jun, "I believe you."

…

It was late at night, the lights in the house were still bright, and a soft sound came from the other side.

Miss Jun turned her head and saw that it was Liu'er who was sleeping in the outer room who swept the pillow down.

Miss Jun smiled, stood up and walked over to put it away for her. Liu'er did not wake up. She mumbled a few words in her sleep, turned over and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.

Miss Jun stood in front of the desk again and rubbed her sore eyes.

She finally understood the few words recorded in her master's notes, and even figured out what some of the confusing symptoms meant. They were all more or less related to Zhao Hanqing's chrysanthemum sore.

The name of chrysanthemum sore was also mentioned in the note.

It is not obvious when you are born, but it gets bigger and bigger as you get older. For a girl, having it on her face means ruining her life, not to mention that it will worsen and may even take her life at any time.

For Master, who was a smart and proud man, it was a huge blow to find his daughter had this disease and he couldn’t cure it.

Is that why you left home and won't come back until you can find medicine to treat it?

Miss Jun sighed.

There is no doubt that the purple angelica plant is for Zhao Hanqing's disease, but one or two plants are obviously not enough.

It wasn’t enough for the master, and it’s even less for her now.

And it's not something that can be cured just by the purple fairy plant. Miss Jun rubbed her face and thought slowly. Since the master has already started looking for medicine, he must have a way. If she studies the random information in this notebook carefully, she will definitely be able to find a prescription.

The lights in the house were turned off one by one, and the night in the mountain village fell into silence.

…

"How did you make the legs for Uncle Tiejiao?"

Hearing the sound, Miss Jun raised her head and looked at the girl squatting on the tree.

"It's very troublesome but also very simple." She smiled and carefully dug out a herb. "Boil beef tendons to make the legs, and forge iron to make the skeleton."

With a plop, Zhao Hanqing jumped down from the tree.

Miss Jun was shocked when she first saw her, but after seeing her every day for the past few days, she got used to it. This girl was running on the mountain and jumping between the treetops very easily and casually.

Xia Yong's wife said that because of the acne on their faces, the mother and daughter had always lived in the mountains. Zhao Hanqing did not interact with the villagers and had been playing alone in the mountains since he was a child. Yang Jing had always taken him hunting and taught him some skills.

Climbing trees is not a difficult task for those who enjoy mountains.

"Did he teach you all this?" Zhao Hanqing asked.

"Yes." Miss Jun nodded and smiled again, "He taught me more than just these. I didn't pay attention to many of them at the time, but later I realized how important they were."

Zhao Hanqing looked down at his hands.

"He likes you very much," she said. "You are so beautiful."

Miss Jun put down the shovel in her hand and stood up.

"First of all, he doesn't like me very much." She said, "Secondly, he didn't leave you because of your appearance. In the end, you are not ugly, you are just sick. He left you because he liked you."

Zhao Hanqing raised his eyes and glanced at her quickly.

"If I don't like you, why would I teach you so much?" she asked.

Miss Jun blinked.

"Because I pester him, he has no choice." She said, and laughed again, "Actually, he hates me."

Zhao Hanqing seldom interacts with people, so he found such words difficult to understand.

People you like will leave, but people you hate will stay with you?

"Don't think too much, let's just get to work." Miss Jun patted her shoulder, "You can help, too."

"Me? How can I help?" Zhao Hanqing said, "I don't know how to collect herbs to treat diseases."

Miss Jun put her arm around her shoulders and pointed at a tree.

"Do you see that fall cicada on that tree?" she said.

The forests in late autumn are lush and colorful, and the morning light is dazzling.

As Miss Jun finished speaking, Zhao Hanqing nodded.

"You can climb a tree, go and help me catch five..." said Miss Jun.

Before she could finish her words, Zhao Hanqing took out something from his waist and threw it. With a quick hissing sound, the autumn cicada fell from the tree.

Miss Jun was stunned.

"No need to climb the tree, this will do." Zhao Hanqing said.

Miss Jun came to her senses and looked at her.

"You are so amazing." She said in surprise.