Chapter 144 Cold Wind
Jiang Bailing was wary, fearing a trap would be set upon entering the city. As he paid the entrance fee, he bravely asked the soldier on guard, "Sir, I have a question for you. Is there a Cui-style girls' school in this county?"
Only then did Jiang Bailing realize that the man did not seem to leave the address of her teahouse.
The soldier in charge of the inspection looked at Jiang Bailing's pass and confirmed that there was no problem before asking, "Yes, you are here to register for the girls' school as well?"
Jiang Bailing felt relieved when she heard that there really was such a thing as Cui's Girls' School. She wanted to find out more about it, but she was urged by the soldiers to hurry into the city because it was almost time to close the city gates.
Jiang Bailing could only suppress his thoughts and wait until he entered the city before making plans.
Cui Qingyi didn't know that the fish she caught today was hooked so quickly.
This winter was so busy that she had no time to rest. As the New Year was approaching, Cui Qingyi gave up the idea of going out again.
But even when resting at home, Cui Qingyi couldn't completely relax. She put down the brush in her hand, shook her sore wrist, frowned, crumpled the paper on the table into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
A lot of paper crumpled up in the wastebasket. Konjac came in with some hot tea. Seeing Cui Qingyi's irritated face, she advised, "If you can't write, take a break. Don't you always say that overworking your brain makes you dumber?"
As he said this, he poured the hot tea to Cui Qingyi.
After working on the script for the entire morning, Cui Qingyi still hadn't come up with any conclusion. She just felt uncomfortable with the swelling in her temples. She closed her eyes, took a sip of the hot tea, and said, "I'm fine, are you?"
Cui Qingyi was used to drinking hot tea, but when she picked up the teacup, she realized her hands were ice-cold.
Konjac turned behind Cui Qingyi, stretched out his hand and carefully massaged her solar plexus, saying disapprovingly: "Miss, didn't you always teach me to cherish myself? Why are you ruining yourself like this now?
If you don't take care of yourself, I'd say we might as well not open this teahouse."
Konjac always wholeheartedly supports all the ideas proposed by Cui Qingyi, but this is the first time she has said such a thing.
It is conceivable that Cui Qingyi cares about herself even less than she thinks.
Cui Qingyi closed her eyes, and felt her tense nerves finally relax slowly due to the massage of konjac.
She sighed, "We've already bought the land, and we've agreed with Uncle Fan to start construction in the spring. How can we just not do it now?"
Uncle Fan agreed to the job for her, so he naturally rejected everyone who came to him during this period. If she broke the contract at the last minute, what credibility would she have?
Of course, Konjac knew that the matter of building the teahouse could not be left alone. Apart from other things, a lot of money had been invested in the teahouse, and one-third of the Qinqiang costumes had been made.
But she was also distressed to see Cui Qingyi working so hard without taking care of her health.
"Then you have to balance work and rest. Your body won't be able to handle this."
Cui Qingyi couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth into a smile. Konjac had been embroidering by herself for many times before and she had told her to balance work and rest. She didn't expect that she would be told the same thing so soon.
But she really enjoys the feeling of being cared for and appreciated.
"Okay, I'll figure it out myself and try to balance work and rest."
Konjac lightened his grip and muttered softly, "It better be true."
As the Chinese New Year was approaching, Cui Qingyi woke up early in the morning with a sore throat, headache, and difficulty breathing through her nose.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she knew she had caught a cold, and a particularly severe one.
Konjac was still asleep when he was woken up by Cui Qingyi. He was startled when he heard Cui Qingyi's voice in a daze. Cui Qingyi's throat was badly swollen. When she spoke, it felt like a blunt blade was cutting through her throat, and her face suddenly became distorted.
Konjac jumped up and put his hand on Cui Qingyi's forehead before he came to his senses. She was a little panicked.
Cui Qingyi endured the pain and whispered, "I don't have a fever, just a sore throat and a headache. It will be fine after taking a few doses of medicine." Although she said so, Cui Qingyi herself was speechless. Since coming to Dajin, she has been very careful to take good care of herself and has hardly caught a cold.
Even if I have a stuffy nose occasionally, it is just a mild one and it will go away quickly after taking a dose of bitter medicine.
But perhaps her life was too comfortable and there was no one watching her all the time, so she relaxed her vigilance. There was still snow outside. She fell asleep in the study yesterday and clearly only slept for less than half an hour. How did she become like this?
Konjac's face was tense. Cui Qingyi caught a cold. She cursed herself in her heart. Why did she go to Qiao's house yesterday? If she hadn't gone there, the girl wouldn't have fallen asleep in the study and wouldn't have caught a cold.
"It's my fault that I didn't take good care of the girl."
Cui Qingyi was feeling uncomfortable, and upon hearing this, she rolled her eyes very hard, "It's none of your business, it's my own negligence."
Konjac and Qiao Yishi had a good relationship. Although the two families hadn't officially discussed the marriage yet, the two were basically talking about it. With the New Year approaching, the Qiao brothers were still out on escort duty. Cui Qingyi instructed Konjac to visit Qiao's mother frequently.
Ultimately, it was her own negligence and she couldn't blame anyone else.
Konjac first went to Qiao's house and asked Qiao's mother to come and accompany Cui Qingyi while he went to the street to find a doctor. When Qiao's mother heard that Cui Qingyi had caught a cold, she came to Cui's house without saying a word.
I originally thought it was just a common cold, but when I entered the room and heard Cui Qingyi coughing so violently, I was shocked.
Cold is a minor illness, but sometimes it can be fatal if it becomes serious.
When the doctor with a goatee entered Cui's house, he first took Cui Qingyi's pulse carefully, prescribed a page of herbal medicine, and then took out an acupuncture needle to give her a few injections.
Before leaving, he earnestly warned Cui Qingyi, "Don't take the cold lightly. Although your physical foundation is good, your heart and liver fire are strong. If you don't take good care of it, it will cause chronic illness even after you recover."
Because the doctor said that her heart and liver fire were too strong, Cui Qingyi had to temporarily move out of the back room and live in the front bedroom. The kang was too hot and not suitable for patients with colds to recuperate.
Knowing that Cui Qingyi was afraid of cold, Konjac poured several hot water bottles to warm the bed, and then carefully helped Cui Qingyi lie down on it.
Perhaps because she didn't get sick often, Cui Qingyi's cold was severe and extremely difficult to treat. She was sick for more than half a month, and even spent the New Year's Day recuperating in bed.
Wangcai stayed by Cui Qingyi's bed every day, stretching his head from time to time to sniff the scent of Cui Qingyi, and then burying his head in his front paws unhappily.
The taste of the biped is bitter, and it doesn't like it.
Smelling this bitter taste, Wangcai's appetite was greatly reduced, and he was listless every day.
Konjac cooked different kinds of food for her every day, but when Cui Qingyi's cold was completely gone, her originally rosy face turned a little pale, and the flesh she had worked so hard to grow had also fallen off a lot.
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