Chapter 22 World One
After Baoshan woke up, the female doctor brought her the boiled medicine soup, which looked like it was freshly brewed and was still steaming.
Bao Shan saw that the yellow soup was so clear that the bottom was visible, without any medicinal residue at all. He guessed that it must have been carefully filtered out when it was poured out of the medicine jar.
Although she didn't want to drink it, she hesitated for a moment. Then, at the doctor's gentle urging, "It's more effective if you warm it up," she slowly drank from the porcelain bowl. After finishing the medicine, Baoshan quickly picked up three large preserved plums from the small dish on the tray and, without swallowing them, simply held them whole in her mouth, masking the bitter taste.
Only when his mouth was filled with the sweet and sour fragrance of the plum did Baoshan use his glutinous teeth to eat the preserved fruit into his stomach.
Baoshan knew that boiling medicine was the doctor's duty, and presenting preserved plums was a sign of her kindness.
After all, the medicine will take effect as soon as it is taken. Which doctor would give people some extra dried fruits to cleanse their mouths?
Bao Shan opened her mouth and thanked her softly, "Thanks to my sister for bringing me the plums. Otherwise, the bitter taste of this medicine soup would be really unbearable."
The medical woman was startled and had no intention of stealing the credit from others.
Although she also noticed the bitterness and unpleasant smell of the medicine when she went to get it.
But for the time being, I could only find some sweet and sour small fruits to refresh myself.
Such delicate things as preserved plums were really not her idea.
"Miss Baoshan shouldn't thank me, you should thank Young Marquis Mu. He brought these preserved fruits from the South City Gate."
The white frosting on the preserved plums, plus the special marks on the oil paper they were wrapped in, must have been brought back from the South City Gate. The preserved plums made there are the best, with just the right amount of sweet and sour, refreshing and appetizing. However, because their business is so booming, they are also the hardest to buy.
The South City Gate is a long way from the inn. When the female doctor took the preserved plums from Mu Nanxing, they were still warm. After such a long journey, the oil paper package was still tightly wrapped and did not fall apart at all.
I think Mu Nanxing kept it close to his body, and the oil paper package was stained with his faint warmth.
When Baoshan heard this, her heart moved, two crimson clouds appeared on her cheeks, and her voice unconsciously became softer.
"It turns out to be the young marquis..."
I don’t know whether he bought it by chance while inspecting the South City Gate, or whether he bought the preserved fruit specially for her.
The precious fan gently lowered her crow eyelashes, and with light movement of her jade fingers, she picked up another plum and put it into her mouth.
Compared to before, the sourness is lighter and the sweetness is stronger.
This cold is not a serious problem. Baoshan only took one dose of medicine and felt refreshed all over.
She pushed open the door. Although only one day had passed, she had been lying in bed all day, so she inevitably felt sore all over.
Bao Shan walked outside the inn and saw Feng Hui directing the soldiers to carry the luggage. Feng Hui was holding a piece of paper in his hand and muttering something.
“This time when I return to the capital, I have packed all the luggage I need to take with me and prepared all the necessary items in advance.
Once you mount your horse and leave Fuling City, there will be no turning back."
Feng Hui reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. He felt a fragrant breeze approaching, and then a white hand stretched out in front of him, with a handkerchief lying flat in the hand.
"Use this."
Feng Hui turned around and saw that it was the precious fan. He quickly shook his head, saying "no need" and wiped the sweat off his forehead in a few strokes.
"Your handkerchief is clean and fragrant. A rough man like me can't use it."
Bao Shan smiled softly: "What is useless? If Brother Feng Hui needs it, I can give you a few handkerchiefs."
Feng Hui said sullenly, "No need. It has a scent on it, and when I wipe my sweat with the scented handkerchief, the scent will get on my body.
I'll definitely be teased by the soldiers, so I'd better not do it. It's okay for men to be more casual."
Baoshan just smiled without saying a word, her beautiful eyes looking at the soldiers hurrying back and forth, her eyes full of curiosity.
Feng Hui took the initiative to speak up and explain to her: "All matters in Fuling City have been settled. We don't need to stay here any longer. The young marquis has instructed us to pack our luggage today and leave for the capital tomorrow."
When Feng Hui mentioned returning to the capital, his tone couldn't help but be filled with excitement.
Although Fuling City took care of their food, clothing, housing and transportation, they were able to rest safely and comfortably.
But it was never as comfortable as being at home. When he thought about returning to the capital, he suddenly felt much more refreshed.
When Baoshan saw him like this, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, as if she was happy for Feng Hui.
But there was a hint of bitterness in that smile, and she held the handkerchief tightly in her hand.
She wanted to speak but hesitated, but dared not open her mouth. How could Baoshan speak? Everyone knew about her return to the capital. The soldiers were cheering and packing their luggage, but she had not received any news.
From what Feng Hui said, he was very excited because he was going home, but as for her, her home had been destroyed.
If Mu Nanxing doesn't want to take her back, that's understandable...
But Baoshan's heart couldn't help but ache, and tears like beads flowed from her eyes, wetting the handkerchief in her hand.
"What's going on? Did someone bully you?"
Feng Hui looked anxious, with figures running through his mind, trying to find out which bold guy had the guts to bully Bao Shan.
Bao Shan's eyes were slightly red, and he spoke with difficulty: "No, no one bullied me. It's just that my eyes hurt..."
How could Feng Hui believe these words to coax the child?
"If you're scared, I'll go find the innkeeper and ask everyone in the inn one by one. I'll eventually find out who bullied you."
Seeing him getting angry and turning to leave, Baoshan hurriedly stopped him.
"No one, really no one bullied me. I just... felt sad."
Feng Hui looked puzzled: "What are you sad about?"
Bao Shan used a handkerchief to wipe away all the tears in her eyes, and her eyes suddenly became as clear and touching as if they had been wiped by a clear spring.
"All good things must come to an end. I know this, but the thought of parting with you is truly unbearable.
When I think about not being able to see the young marquis and you, Brother Feng Hui, in the future, I feel sad and can’t help crying..."
"Nonsense! Who said we were going to break up?"
Hearing Feng Hui's surprised question, Bao Shan's eyes were confused and his voice was hesitant: "But, didn't you say you were going back? Back to the capital."
"We're going back to the capital, so what? You must be going back with us. Why would we leave you alone? When we decided to return to the capital, you were resting in bed with a cold."
Feng Hui seemed to have thought of something and suddenly laughed out loud.
"I even asked the young marquis if you didn't wake up on the day we left, and if he didn't want to, I would take you back. He just glanced at me lightly and said something like 'wishful thinking'... Well, he always speaks so unclearly. How can it be a wishful thinking for me to take you back?
Fortunately, you woke up today, otherwise you would...
No matter how he tries to stop me, I will take you to my horse and we will go back to the capital together."
After hearing this explanation, Baoshan blushed and didn't dare to look Feng Hui in the eye.
It turned out that she was just imagining things. Feng Hui told them that they had no intention of abandoning her.
Feng Hui looked at Bao Shan like this, without any annoyance in his heart. He knew that Bao Shan was a thoughtful person and considered more than a rough guy like him.
But come to think of it, if it were him, he would inevitably be frightened and distracted at the thought of being left here.
Thinking of this, Feng Hui felt even more sorry for Bao Shan and asked her to pack her luggage first. If she wanted to buy something else, she could come to him.
Baoshan didn't have much luggage. Apart from a few pieces of jewelry, there were only clothes packed into a bundle. It felt light and soft in his hands and not heavy at all.
There were also some preserved plums on the table. Baoshan thought for a moment, then gathered all the preserved fruits in oil paper, took a thin hemp rope and tied them up carefully.
She did not put the preserved plums in her luggage, but took off the sachet from her waist, poured out the spices, and put the preserved plums in it.
Fortunately, the preserved fruits are soft, and even if more than a dozen of them are placed in the sachet, it does not look bloated or crowded.
The next day, Bao Shan heard the sound of footsteps outside the inn early in the morning. The sounds were neat and uniform, and must be the soldiers training.
The breakfast consisted of a bowl of porridge and a few small dishes. Bao Shan ate it hastily and was not very full. Feng Hui asked her to eat more so that she would not be hungry on the way.
Bao Shan's eyes flickered slightly, and he said softly, "Don't worry if you're hungry, I brought some food."
Her eyes fell on Mu Nanxing who was standing opposite her. Mu Nanxing raised his eyes slightly and met her smiling eyes. She felt her heart beating as fast as a drum. She picked up the tea at hand and drank it all in one gulp. Only then did she feel the restlessness in her heart calm down a little.
When they set out, they discovered a difficulty: Baoshan didn't know how to ride a horse.
Feng Hui slapped his forehead and felt extremely regretful. In his mind, he naturally classified everyone, both men and women, as being good at riding horses.
"How about calling a carriage?"
Although time is urgent, it can still be bought if enough silver is paid.
However, they had received orders to provide disaster relief, and now that they had completed their mission and were returning to the capital, it seemed a bit inappropriate for them to suddenly use a carriage. Others, unaware of the details of the carriage ride, would inevitably speculate.
Baoshan lowered her eyes slightly to hide the expression in her eyes, and she spoke slowly.
"I can just go with the soldiers and won't cause any more trouble."
Among the soldiers were infantrymen carrying spears and walking, cavalrymen riding forward on horseback, and of course, soldiers sitting on wooden carts who were specifically responsible for guarding weapons.
However, the wooden cart was too simple and the soldiers could barely squeeze together and hurried on their way.
But the bumpy ride was too much for Baoshan's body to bear.
She certainly couldn't ride in a wooden cart.
Mu Nanxing's expression became slightly restrained, and he handed Hualiu's reins to Baoshan.
"You can just ride Hualiu."
The Hualiu horse is quite smart and can move forward without being driven by a rider.
Baoshan can't ride a horse, so let Hualiu take her back.
As for Mu Nanxing, he is a skilled horseman. He can just buy another horse and rush back to the capital with everyone else.
Upon hearing this, Feng Hui could not hide his surprise. After all, Hualiu was the beloved horse of the young Marquis Mu and had never been loaned out.
Mu Nanxing's expression was cold when Feng Hui looked at him, but his heart was calm.
I lent her Hualiu just because I didn't want her to suffer any more.
After all, the wound on her hand was right in front of him. The wound was caused for him. No matter how cold-hearted he was, he could not let Baoshan take the wooden cart back to the capital.
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