Chapter 128 Blessed
It was Hei Ming who appeared again, bringing in dinner. Since Mo Linyuan was with Feng Qingge, he brought it in directly.
The food was served, steaming hot and fragrant, but Feng Qingge couldn't smell it at all.
Eating was like chewing wax, completely tasteless, and when he spoke, his voice was muffled and very nasal.
After finishing her meal, Feng Qingge felt even more strongly that she had caught a cold, because she felt tired and her nose had started to runny.
"Achoo, achoo..."
Before long, she was sneezing incessantly, and even sitting around the stove, she still felt cold.
Finally, Mo Linyuan noticed as well, got up and walked towards her, frowning as he asked, "What's going on?"
But then Feng Qingge slowly raised her head, looking at him with teary eyes, and said, "I must have caught a cold."
"..."
"Whatever I say comes true, my mouth must be blessed!" He lifted his sleeve to wipe his nose.
Hearing her words, Mo Linyuan, who had been somewhat worried, immediately softened his tense handsome face. "Take some medicine in a bit, and you'll be fine tomorrow." The fact that she could still joke about herself meant that there wasn't anything seriously wrong.
He summoned Hei Ming and ordered him to go down the mountain to fetch some medicine for treating colds. The temple only had medicine for sprains and bruises, not for colds; people usually had to go down the mountain to buy it.
Hei Ming received the order, turned around, and walked out of the mountain gate through the snow. He returned to the city, went into a pharmacy to get some medicine, and then immediately set off back.
He walked very fast and returned in an hour. It was already getting dark, and the road back was completely dark.
The snowflakes were still falling at a moderate pace, and the snow made the mountain path clearly visible on the ground. The snow seemed to reflect light, like a bright lamp, so that one could not see their hand in front of their face.
Back at the temple, Hei Ming went straight into the dining hall. The monks who were tidying up saw him come in and asked him what he wanted. Hei Ming only said that he was brewing medicine, and the monks lit the stove for him.
In the large dining hall, the monks were tidying up, while Hei Ming was brewing medicine in a pot. Neither of them were talkative, so it was quiet for a while.
Finally, after the medicine was poured out, Hei Ming thanked the monk and then hurriedly returned home.
"Your Highness, the medicine has arrived." At Feng Qingge's door, Hei Ming was waiting with a bowl of medicine.
Hearing this from inside, Mo Linyuan quickly let him in. For the entire hour, Feng Qingge sneezed non-stop, and her nose was running so badly she used many silk handkerchiefs.
Hei Ming came in, placed the bowl of dark, murky medicine on the table, and then stood aside with his head down, indicating that there was nothing more for him to do here.
"Go down." Mo Linyuan waved his hand, signaling him to go and rest.
"Drink your medicine quickly." After waving away Hei Ming, he picked up the bowl of black medicine that seemed to have no bottom and forcefully handed it to Feng Qingge.
"Hmm." Nodding, for the sake of her health, Feng Qingge did not refuse this time. She endured the suffocating smell, took it, closed her eyes in disgust, and drank it down in one gulp.
A bowl of dark, pungent-smelling herbal soup was forced down her throat. Her pretty face scrunched up from the bitterness, and her stomach felt like it was cramping. "Ugh..." It's so bitter!
"Just bear with it." Mo Linyuan seemed speechless at her ugly expression, then poured her a cup of tea and placed it in front of her, saying this.
"Oh! So bitter!" He picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. The clear tea immediately diluted the bitter and fishy taste.
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