Chapter 56: A treasure bag hides a sword, honey locks the chronic disease
After Dong Hai returned, the Lotus Tower seemed to have returned to its former tranquility, but the scene had quietly changed.
Li Lianhua, the former leader of the Si Gu Men and now the true owner of the Lianhua Tower, has finally regained her scattered memories and mind, but it seems that she has also restrained her extraordinary talent and edge in the martial arts world, leaving only the carefully pampered, lazy and idle appearance of a sickly beauty.
He spent most of his time on the soft couch by the window in the inner room, always wrapped in his snow-white fox fur coat, his silver hair loosely tied up, a few strands cascading down his neck, making his face appear even paler and clearer. He often held a book in his hands, but he would not turn a page for a long time, his eyes lazily cast on the few lush bamboos in the courtyard outside the window, as if nothing else mattered except rest and recuperation.
The sound of the flute protected him from view. Wuyan Shishui still handled all the affairs of the building, and no one was allowed to enter unless it was urgent. He personally reviewed the daily medicinal soups and drinks, tested them for temperature, and then served them to Li Lianhua.
And this bowl of dark medicine every day became Li Lianhua's biggest "disaster".
That day, as soon as the medicine was brought in, the bitter aroma filled the air. Li Lianhua immediately frowned, her brows as sharp as distant mountains. She put the scroll to her nose, shrank back, and her eyes revealed a clear look of disgust and resistance: "…Today's medicine smells three times more bitter than yesterday's."
Di Feisheng remained calm, placing the medicine bowl on the small table beside the couch. He sat down on the edge of the couch and spoke calmly, "The Medicine Demon has added two new precious ingredients to strengthen your body. They are stronger and will be of great benefit to your health."
"It's very beneficial..." Li Lianhua repeated slowly, dragging out the last syllable with a hint of subtle complaint. "You've been saying this for almost a month, and yet I still feel weak and helpless." He raised his eyes and glanced at Di Feisheng, his eyes sparkling with a hint of anger. "Could it be that you, the husband of the building owner, just want to raise me into a useless person who can't leave my bed?"
A faint smile flashed across Di Feisheng's eyes, so fleeting it was hard to catch. He leaned forward, brushing the strands of hair from his forehead with his fingertips. His voice deepened, his voice filled with unquestionable patience: "Nonsense. Once you're well, you can go wherever you want. Now, take the medicine."
Li Lianhua curled her lips, her eyes moving between the medicine bowl and the serious faces of Di Feisheng. Suddenly, she coughed twice, her breath was slightly short, and she leaned back on the pillow weakly: "... cough... my chest felt a little stuffy just now, let me take a break..."
He has mastered this tactic to perfection.
Di Feisheng did not expose her, but took out an exquisite glass box from his sleeve and opened it. Inside was neatly arranged, crystal clear candied plums, the sweet fragrance instantly diluted the smell of medicine.
"After drinking, take two." He said it in a flat tone, as if he was just saying it casually.
Li Lianhua's eyes lit up slightly, but she quickly lowered them, pretending to be reserved: "...You're not a child anymore."
"Well, no." Di Feisheng readily agreed, but her fingertips had already picked up a plum and placed it to his lips. "The host should set an example and drink the medicine quickly so that you can recover sooner."
Li Lianhua looked at him, a glimmer of success in her eyes. She took a sip of the plum from his hand, and the sour and sweet taste melted on her tongue. Then, as if she had made a great decision, she took the medicine bowl, held her breath, and drank the bitter juice in one breath.
As soon as the medicine entered his throat, his brows furrowed tightly, and he put down the bowl and started coughing rapidly. Tears of irrationality welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he looked extremely bitter and pitiful.
Di Feisheng immediately fed him the remaining plums, handed him some warm water, and patted his back gently with his palm, his movements extremely skillful.
After the bitter taste subsided, Li Lianhua regained her breath and glanced at him lazily: "If it's still this bitter tomorrow, I won't drink it."
"Okay," Di Feisheng responded crisply, wiping the water stains from his lips with his fingertips, "Let them put more licorice tomorrow."
As he was speaking, Wu Yan's voice came from outside: "Master, Your Excellency, Master Fang and Miss Su are here to visit."
Li Lianhua raised her eyebrows slightly, but before she could speak, Di Feisheng said calmly, "Please ask them to wait in the side hall. The owner is taking medicine and should not be disturbed for too long."
Not long after, Fang Duobing and Su Xiaoyong were ushered in. Seeing Li Lianhua wrapped in fox fur, lazily leaning on the couch, her face pale but her eyes clear and smiling, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Li Lianhua! You're finally feeling better!" Fang Duobing stepped forward and said excitedly, "You don't even know how long..."
"Master Fang," Di Fei interrupted him in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, "The owner of this building needs to rest and recuperate. Avoid excessive joy or sorrow, and avoid excessive worry."
Fang Duobing choked. Looking at Li Lianhua's frail appearance, he swallowed all the words in his heart and said dryly, "...Oh, yes, rest. Resting is important."
Su Xiaoyong carefully put down the few light supplements he had brought with him and said softly, "I hope Brother Li feels better. We won't disturb you for long. We just came to see you."
Li Lianhua smiled slightly, her smile was gentle but carried a hint of laziness and fatigue: "Thank you for your concern... I'm just not in good spirits right now, and I get tired easily after talking for a while..." As he spoke, he covered his lips and yawned lightly, his eyelashes drooping, looking like he was about to fall asleep at any moment.
Di Feisheng immediately stood up and said in an unquestionable tone, "The host is tired. Please go back. I appreciate your kindness."
Fang Duobing wanted to say something, but Su Xiaoyong quietly pulled his sleeve, so he had to say goodbye.
After they left, silence returned to the room. Li Lianhua opened her eyes, no longer sleepy. Her eyes were clear, even with a sly smile, as she looked at Di Feisheng, "Fang Duobing, that brat, has been so tight-lipped that his face has turned blue."
Di Feisheng sat back down beside him, took his slightly cold hand in her palm to warm it, and said lightly, "Sorry for disturbing your peace."
Li Lianhua chuckled and said no more, enjoying this almost authoritarian care with peace of mind.
As night fell, when Li Lianhua was about to take his last dose of medicine, he started to fuss again, complaining about the bitterness and heat, and lingered. Di Feisheng remained unfazed and continued to coax him patiently. He prepared a complete candied sweet soup, and only after he had finished drinking it did he blow out the lights and pull him, blanket and all, into his arms.
"Tomorrow...can you really put more licorice?" The voice in my arms asked in a sleepy and unclear voice.
"Well, let it go." Di Fei responded, rubbing his chin lightly on the top of his head.
In the darkness, Li Lianhua curled the corners of her mouth and closed her eyes peacefully.
Whether he is really afraid of suffering, or is just greedy for this unique and infallible coaxing and tenderness, probably only the owner of the Lotus Tower knows it clearly.
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