Mu Run took out her distilled high-proof liquor, which was roughly equivalent to alcohol. She had originally prepared this for her two children, to use for disinfection in case they got injured.
Huanhuan and Tuantuan haven't used it yet, but he's used it first.
I soaked a cotton ball in the alcohol and carefully cleaned his wound.
At first, Fu Yunchen was tempted by the rich aroma of the wine, but as soon as the wine landed on his wound, his desire vanished, and his face turned pale from the pain.
"Wasn't that for me to drink?"
“This isn’t for drinking. If you want some, I can make some for you later.” After wiping the wound with the wine, Mu Run took out the needle and thread, both of which had been soaked in the wine. “I’ll stitch it up for you anyway; the wound is still a bit too big.”
"Mm." Fu Yunchen nodded.
Mu Run glanced at the water in the wooden tub. Because of the reflection in the water and the dim lighting in the bathroom, she couldn't see anything clearly. "Your skin is very good. It seems like no matter what, it won't leave any obvious scars."
She had initially thought the stitches would leave a crooked, centipede-like scar, but after the scab fell off, the wound was smooth with no noticeable scarring. Huanhuan and Tuantuan seem to be the same way; they never seem to leave scars from bumps and bruises.
"Did Long Qian say anything when he removed the Gu from Tuantuan?" Fu Yunchen asked.
Mu Run replied, "I did."
Fu Yunchen looked at her. "What is it?"
Mu Run covered his mouth and nose with a cloth, then took out a needle and thread and said in a muffled voice, "Every year, Huanhuan and Tuantuan go to his place for two months to learn witchcraft and witch medicine."
"What?!" Fu Yunchen was so shocked that he stood up abruptly from the bathtub.
Mu Run looked up and happened to see a certain feature... then quickly looked away!
"You're being a pervert!" she said irritably, then, blushing, she packed her things and left the bathroom.
Fu Yunchen: "..."
"I'm waiting for you in the study," Mu Run's voice came from outside the door.
...
Mu Run sat at the desk, organizing the items needed to stitch up Fu Yunchen's wound.
Hearing the door open, I looked up.
Fu Yunchen strode over, wearing a bathrobe.
The black, fitted bathrobe accentuated his exceptionally handsome and upright figure, while his long, wet black hair was pulled back, revealing his flawless face.
“We can’t let the children go to Long Qian’s place.” Fu Yunchen said resolutely.
"Why?" Mu Run thought it was a good idea; having more skills is never a bad thing. In modern times, children this age would already be taking extracurricular classes, such as piano, Go, and dancing.
Fu Yunchen frowned, looking at her seemingly ignorant and fearless expression. "Do you know what witchcraft is?"
Mu Run: "Witchcraft... Long Qian said it's similar to martial arts, but more spiritual, and can manipulate all things in heaven and earth. Of course, I think he exaggerated the latter part; it should be something like taming snakes and insects."
Fu Yunchen said, "Witchcraft at the Witch King level can indeed manipulate all things in heaven and earth. But black witchcraft is best at manipulating things of the underworld."
"An object from the underworld?"
"Dead men, ghost soldiers, and shadow puppets"
"What?" Mu Run's face drained of all color. "Then, what do we do?"
“I’ll talk to him. We absolutely cannot let him lay a hand on the children.”
Mu Run was terrified... Would Long Qian let go?
"How about I take the children to Death Valley?"
There's no escaping it.
...
After stitching up Fu Yunchen's wound and bandaging it, Mu Run returned to her bedroom.
Seeing Huanhuan sleeping at the foot of the bed again, I went over and picked her up, gently patting her back. "Huanhuan, what should I do?"
Huanhuan was sleeping soundly, her little body soft and limp, as if she had no bones.
"Forget it, let the wind come and the wall block it, let the water come and the earth block it. We'll solve the difficulties one by one, take it one step at a time, and wait for him to come." Mu Run didn't worry for long before she came to terms with it. Anyway, worrying wouldn't do any good.
Put Huanhuan down and let her continue sleeping.
Fu Yunchen changed his clothes and went out again, not returning until midnight.
...
Early in the morning, Mu Run went to the kitchen.
The cooks and their assistants were busy at work, and fragrant steam rose from the soup pots and steamers on the stoves. On the cutting board near the door, various delicious foods and delicate pastries were laid out.
"What are your orders, Madam Mu?" the cook asked Mu Run.
Mu Run replied, "No, I could smell the delicious aroma from afar. What's the main dish for breakfast today?"
The cook replied, "I've made crab roe buns, which His Majesty likes, steamed beef dumplings, which Miss Huanhuan likes, and sesame and brown sugar buns, which Young Master Tuantuan likes. What would you like to eat, Madam Mu?"
Mu Run asked, "I want to eat sesame seed cakes, do you have any?"
"Yes, it will be ready soon," the cook said.
"May I cook a dish?"
"Of course."
Mu Run looked at the ingredients, and finally picked up a handful of bamboo shoots and started peeling them.
When Fu Yunchen was having breakfast, he noticed an extra plate of stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork. He looked up at Mu Run, who was serving Huanhuan porridge, and asked, "Did you make this?"
"How did you know?" Mu Run asked with a smile.
“Because you used to cook this for me often.” Fu Yunchen picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of bamboo shoot.
It tastes exactly the same, "it's still the same taste."
Mu Run felt that he wasn't lying, but she really couldn't remember.
Huanhuan ate beef dumplings and asked Murun, "Mom, I want to go to the academy and play with my friends."
Tuantuan also said, "Let's dig a sandpit with Brother Huzi."
Tiger is Qiao Dongzi's youngest son. At the academy, he always played with Tuantuan. Because of Tiger's protection, no one dared to bully Tuantuan. As for Tuantuan's identity, it was still difficult for the other children to understand. They only cared about how powerful someone was and whether they could play together, and Tiger was undoubtedly the best in this regard.
Mu Run asked Fu Yunchen, "Is it possible?"
Fu Yunchen said, "Okay."
Mu Run nodded, "Okay, hurry up and eat. After you finish eating, go to the academy with Sister Tian Tian."
The two children noticeably sped up their eating.
Mu Run then said to Fu Yunchen, "I want to go to the inn to talk to Hongmi about the tea. If you have time today, and your injury doesn't prevent you from seeing them off, please do so."
"You go about your business, I'll take care of picking up and dropping off the two kids. There are also some other things I need to discuss with Master Yan."
"That's settled then."
After breakfast, Mu Run packed some snacks in the two children's schoolbags to prevent them from getting hungry on the way.
Then I escorted them and Fu Yunchen along the mountain path to the academy.
It wasn't until they turned a corner and disappeared from sight that Mu Run went to Chongyang Inn.
Hongmi was doing the accounts at the inn, while many people were eating in the lobby.
Mu Run entered the room.
Yang Yang came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of fluffy white steamed buns. When she saw Mu Run, she quickly greeted her, "Mrs. Mu is here. Please come in."
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