Chapter 137 Chapter 137 The man who can't be hidden...
The man's dark eyes half-closed, his gaze fell on the folded hands. Against the backdrop of the man's big hands, Zhao Mingsheng's pink and white hands looked a little delicate.
Yan Zhuo's throat rolled slightly, and he tightened his palm to completely hold the slender fingertips.
The touch of his fingertips was softer than he had imagined. There were a few thin calluses on the fingertips, which were the marks left by years of holding pens and taking care of trivial matters. However, they did not look rough at all. Instead, they were like fine warm jade, pressing against his slightly cool palm, warming him so much that his heart felt numb and itchy.
He said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "You offered this to me yourself. Now that I've got it, I won't let go easily."
Zhao Mingsheng glared at him and said, "Who brought it to your door? I just saw that your hands were cold, so I wanted to warm them up for you. If you really don't want to let go, do you want to keep holding it?" As she spoke, the corners of her eyes raised slightly, but her fingertips curled up quietly and leaned towards his palm again.
Yan Zhuo wanted to say something else when he heard Zhao Qingyue's voice approaching from the front hall, "Sheng girl, my father asked me to ask you to go to the pharmacy..."
Immediately afterwards, the cotton curtain at the entrance was lifted. Zhao Mingsheng's heart tightened and he quickly pulled his hand out of Yan Zhuo's palm and quickly put it behind his back.
The tips of her ears turned red, and even her cheeks were stained with a thin layer of red. She was afraid that her brother would notice something.
Yan Zhuo found her even cuter in this state, and he couldn't help but reach out to gather the loose hair from her ears. His fingertips had already lifted slightly, but when he caught sight of Zhao Qingyue, he quietly withdrew them, revealing a smile that couldn't be hidden in his eyes. He waved his still-wet fingertips and mouthed to her, "I'll warm your hands next time."
Zhao Qingyue lifted the curtain and came in, only to find Prince Heng was there too. He quickly stopped and bowed, saying, "So His Highness Prince Heng is here too."
As he spoke, his eyes swept between the two of them.
I saw my sister with her eyes downcast, and the tips of her ears seemed to be redder than usual, while Heng Wang Yanzhuo stood beside her. Although his expression was still calm, he was less cold than before. There was half a step between the two of them, not close, not far either. I always felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, like a heated house in winter, exuding an inexplicable warmth, but I really couldn't tell what was strange about it.
He scratched his head, thought of his father's instructions just now, and put the inexplicable feeling behind him.
"I just sent the young lady from the Huang family off, and when I got back, I heard my father say he wanted to prepare some healing pills for the guests who were poisoned. He was a little unsure about a few of the herbs in the recipe, so he asked me to find you and go to the pharmacy to discuss it."
Zhao Mingsheng breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, his brother was calm and didn't notice anything. "Let's go then."
Seeing that they were busy, Yan Zhuo wanted to say goodbye, but was stopped by Zhao Mingsheng with a look.
"Come to the pharmacy too." The little girl's voice was soft, but her words were powerful enough to make anyone feel irresistible. She looked up at him and said, "I have something to give you."
"good."
Yan Zhuo stayed, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the palm that had just been held by hers, a barely perceptible smile spreading across his dark eyes.
Zhao Qingyue looked at this and then that, always feeling that there was an indescribable subtlety in the air. But when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that there was nothing wrong. He could only attribute it to his own overly sensitive nerves. He smiled and urged, "Then let's go quickly. Father is still waiting at the pharmacy."
After seeing off the guests, Zhao's father went straight into the pharmacy.
Although the poison of shad and schizonepeta was not serious and was detoxified for everyone on the spot, it still caused damage to the spleen and stomach. Father Zhao still felt bad about it, so he wanted to prepare some calming, nourishing, and blood-regulating pills for the guests as compensation.
Zhao Mingsheng carefully arranged a greenhouse for Meng's mother, and of course Zhao's father's pharmacy was also included.
The pharmacy is adjacent to the greenhouse and warm room. From the site selection to the internal structure, everything was decided by the father and daughter together.
When you step into the pharmacy, the first thing that catches your eye is the entire wall of medicine cabinets.
The cabinet, constructed of solid rosewood and more than two people tall, stretched from one end of the pharmacy to the other, forming a seemingly thick "wooden wall." The cabinet was polished to a gleaming finish, gleaming with a warm, woody sheen. Each compartment was inlaid with a small copper handle, carved with a lotus pattern.
There is also a set of hand cranks on the side, which engage with several smoothly polished ebony connecting rods and hidden gear sets. Gently turn the crank and the gears will drive the slide rails hidden inside the cabinet body to slide the inconvenient medicine cabinets on the upper layer smoothly to the lower layer. At the same time, the commonly used medicine cabinets on the lower layer can be moved to the upper layer, so that you can easily take high-placed medicinal materials without climbing up. The design is both exquisite and practical.
Even the knowledgeable Yan Zhuo was secretly amazed when he saw it.
The advantage of being made entirely of rosewood is that it has a dense and hard texture, which can effectively isolate external moisture and insects. The cabinet always maintains a dry and stable environment. The light fragrance of the wood can repel insects and avoid mildew, and will not conflict with the smell of the medicinal materials themselves. On the contrary, it can help retain the efficacy of the medicine and help preserve the medicinal properties of the medicine.
An entire wall of medicine cabinets held high-quality herbs shipped from Qingshan Village, along with precious herbs Huang Furen had collected during his travels. Each compartment was affixed with a brand-new hemp paper label, the name of the herb neatly written in small script. Yan Zhuo recognized the elegant handwriting immediately as Zhao Mingsheng's.
He could even imagine the cute look of the girl as she wrote each swab under the lamp.
Although the entire pharmacy is filled with the bitter aroma of medicinal materials, the neat layout and sophisticated equipment give off a reassuring feeling, and one can see how dedicated Mr. Zhao is to making medicine.
Father Zhao was grinding medicine in front of the medicine table. The crushed angelica, white atractylodes and poria in the stone mortar rose and fell with the pestle, forming a fine light yellow powder and a warm medicinal fragrance floating in the air.
He didn't even raise his head when he heard the movement of the person coming. He took care of the work in his hands and asked:
"Sheng girl, for the pills to regulate the spleen and stomach, I plan to use angelica to nourish the blood, white atractylodes to strengthen the spleen, and poria to dispel dampness, and add some tangerine peel to regulate qi. But I always feel that the medicinal properties lack a bit of warmth. I'm afraid it will be a bit irritating to the guests who already have weak spleens and stomachs. Can you help me think about which ingredient to add to the supplement?"
Zhao Mingsheng walked briskly to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a celadon jar labeled "Sophora jug Honey" from the upper compartment. A few dried sophora jug flowers were still stained on the jar. She gently placed the jar on the medicine table and tapped the rim with her fingertips. "Dad, this is fine. This is the sophora jug honey I harvested in Qingshan Village last spring. It's been sealed for a whole year. The honey is clear and mellow, making it perfect for spleen-strengthening prescriptions."
Father Zhao leaned in to smell it, then dipped his fingertips in some honey to taste it, and nodded immediately: "My daughter is really thoughtful!"
After tasting it, he looked up and found that besides his family, there was also King Heng standing in front of him. Father Zhao quickly put down the pestle in his hand, a gentle smile on his face. He wiped the honey off his hands and bowed, saying, "Why are you here too, King Heng? I didn't have time to thank you for your help at the banquet just now."
How could Yan Zhuo have the nerve to let his future father-in-law be so polite and even bow to him in thanks? He hurriedly stepped forward to support him and replied humbly, "Doctor Zhao, you don't have to be polite. I'm sorry for coming here so suddenly today."
Zhao's father was almost confused by the words of Doctor Zhao. It was only after hearing the second half of the sentence that he came to his senses and was muttering in his heart.
That's right, why did Prince Heng suddenly come to visit? He doesn't look like he's just passing by.
He twirled the short beard on his chin and went over all the reasons he could think of in his mind. In terms of official business, he was just a peasant doctor in Qingshan Village, and had nothing to do with Prince Heng's Palace.
After much thought, the only "doctor-patient relationship" I had was when I had a medical consultation in Qingshan Village!
Father Zhao slapped his head!
Isn’t that right!
He must be here to see me for medical treatment!
Mr. Zhao has excellent professional qualities and can instantly put himself in the doctor-patient perspective.
Before Yan Zhuo could even react, he was pressed into the chair in front of the medicine table and watched as Father Zhao took out a pulse pillow that was polished to a shine from his arms. It was said to be an old treasure he brought back from Qingshan Village.
As soon as Yan Zhuo sat down, Zhao's father held his wrist firmly.
I am not afraid of the doctor smiling, I am afraid of the doctor looking down.
Father Zhao's brows alternately furrowed and relaxed, muttering to himself, "The pulse is slow and strong, and the blood circulation is relatively smooth... Hmm? The pulse is beating steadily, it doesn't seem like a sign of illness or a mind-wandering attack..."
Zhao Mingsheng, who was standing by, was trying to hold back his laughter so much that his shoulders were shaking, but he didn't dare to say anything. He could only lower his head and pretend to organize the bottles and jars.
Father Zhao tossed around for a long time, checking Yan Zhuo's tongue coating, asking about his daily routine, and finally asking him to stretch his arms and legs to "move around" before he stopped.
After a lot of work, I came to a conclusion.
Apart from being a little tired recently, I am in good health.
He stroked his short beard and smacked his lips. "There's no major problem for now, Your Highness, don't worry. As long as you keep to your regular sleep schedule and don't overwork yourself, your Wu Nian will be suppressed for at least another two years. If you're really worried, I can prescribe you some Qi and blood-boosting pills."
Father Zhao had thought it all out and prescribed Nine Yang Qi Replenishing Pills for him!
"For example, the Nine Yang Qi Replenishing Pills..." Father Zhao was interrupted before he could finish his words.
"Well, that's not necessary." Zhao Mingsheng quickly interrupted his father when he heard the familiar Nine Yang Qi-boosting Pills and recalled the heroic deeds of this pill that once restored the rooster's virility and helped the emperor have a son. "He's not here to see you for treatment."
"Aren't you here to see me for medical treatment?" Father Zhao became even more suspicious.
The next second, Yan Zhuo, who was about to get up from the chair, was pushed back again by a warm hand.
But this time it was someone else who took action.
The force from the shoulder was not strong, but it carried an irresistible certainty. Yan Zhuo was stunned for a moment and looked down at the pair of bare hands pressing on his shoulders. It was Zhao Mingsheng's.
Yan Zhuo:?
Before he could say anything, Zhao Mingsheng had already sat down on the stool opposite him. He raised his hand and clasped his wrist, his fingertips resting on his pulse. When he lowered his head, he could smell the faint scent of locust flower honey on his fingertips.
She closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment, frowning slightly, then changed the angle to examine him carefully. After a while, she let go of her hand and confirmed that the pulse of the poison in his body was no different from the last time she examined him, then she turned and walked towards the medicine cabinet.
She took out a palm-sized white porcelain bottle from the top shelf of the cabinet behind her.
"How long do you want to hide the fact that you were poisoned from me?" Zhao Mingsheng's tone was indifferent and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry, but it made Yan Zhuo panic instantly.
Yan Zhuo's Adam's apple moved, and his fingertips subconsciously tightened. His usual composure was completely gone. He felt that the girl's calm eyes were like a weight, weighing him down, making him afraid to look directly at her. He opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but found that all his excuses seemed pale in front of her.
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