Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Meeting Jingliu again These writing brushes, inkstones, and paper...
Each of these brushes, inkstones, and paper wasn't expensive, but when added together, they amounted to quite a bit. At Zhao Qingyue's suggestion, Zhao Mingsheng also ordered some enlightenment books, which was another expense.
But Zhao Mingsheng did not regret it. Since he had decided to do something, he had to stick to it.
Money can be earned again if lost. She touched the porcelain bottle of pills in her sleeve and felt a little more at ease.
After agreeing on a delivery time with Pan and paying the deposit, Zhao Mingsheng prepared to leave. Zhao Qingyue stayed behind, saying he had something to discuss with Pan and asked her to go somewhere else first, or find a teahouse to rest for a while, and he would take her home when he was done.
Shopkeeper Pan saw the guest off with a smile as bright as the Maitreya Buddha. As soon as Zhao Mingsheng left, he quickly slammed the door shut behind her. He almost put up a sign saying "temporarily closed", which made it seem mysterious.
If this mystery happened in the past, Zhao Mingsheng would definitely want to find out the truth, otherwise she would be so curious that she would not be able to sleep all night.
But right now she had more important things to do, so her curiosity about what her brother was doing in the bookstore faded a little.
You will know when you have the chance in the future, so there is no need to rush.
Zhao Mingsheng returned to the bustling street alone.
After all this trouble, she felt a little hungry. She took out the candied haws she had bought earlier and ate them while looking for the trace of the pharmacy on the street.
What's strange is that there are many other shops on this street, selling jewelry, clothes, and food, but there is no pharmacy.
When Zhao Mingsheng was eating the last candied haws, he happened to return to the noodle stall.
She swallowed the last bite, licked the sugar residue from the corner of her mouth, smiled sweetly at the noodle stall owner, and asked, "Auntie, how do I get to the medicine store in this town?"
The proprietress was busy, and without even looking up, she said, "There's a medicine shop in our town." She dropped the cut noodles into the boiling noodle soup and turned back to kneading new dough. "But that shop's not good. The herbs are not good. If you need medicine, you'd better go to Xing'antang."
Zhao Mingsheng knew that her father was helping out at Xing'an Hall, but she had never been there and didn't know the way, so she asked, "Where is Xing'an Hall?"
While kneading the dough, the boss lady looked up and glanced at her. Fortunately, she still remembered her from the previous accident.
"You are... that girl from before!" She reacted a little too strongly and hurriedly advised, "Oh! You can't go to Xing'an Hall!"
Zhao Mingsheng blinked in confusion and asked, "Why?"
"The man you hurt before is the son of the owner of Xing'antang! If you go to Xing'antang now, you will be sending yourself to his doorstep." The proprietress reminded them kindly.
Zhao Mingsheng was stunned for a moment. It turned out that the man in purple was the son of the owner of Xing'antang. Did the two of them cause trouble for his father?
I should tell my dad about it when I get home in the evening, she thought.
Since he couldn't go to Xing'antang, Zhao Mingsheng had no choice but to choose that pharmacy with a bad reputation and try his luck.
As she watched the girl leave, the proprietress muttered, "How strange! This is the second person to come to the pharmacy today."
"Boss lady, give me a bowl of noodles with gravy, with more noodles!"
"Okay!" In a blink of an eye, a new table of guests was seated, and she put these trivial matters behind her.
Following the directions of the proprietress, Zhao Mingsheng arrived at a secluded street. Compared to the bustling main street, this place was a bit deserted. There were few pedestrians on the street, and the vendors were nowhere to be seen.
When you reach the end of the street, you will find the medicine shop that the proprietress mentioned.
Standing in front of this shop without even a sign, she began to doubt whether she had found the right place. Fortunately, there was a wooden board in an inconspicuous place with two simple words written on it: "Pharmacy".
The thin wooden board was blown away by the wind and fell to the side pitifully.
Zhao Mingsheng: ...
I want a deserted house, no one will come!
She thought she would be the shop's first customer of the day. Unexpectedly, when she stepped in, the owner of the pharmacy was chatting with a man in black.
When he felt someone entering the store, the man immediately stopped talking, as if he was afraid of being overheard by others.
Zhao Mingsheng saw that the man's back looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.
When the man turned around, the two of them looked at each other in surprise.
"Guard Jing?"
"Miss Zhao?"
They both spoke at the same time.
Jing Liu looked at the girl in front of him calmly. Although her clothes had changed from the silk and satin she wore that day to coarse linen, it still couldn't hide her natural beauty, which was even more beautiful than the day they first met in the Marquis' Mansion.
Her face was so white that it seemed to be emitting the light of white jade, and there was a hint of red at the corners of her eyes, like a brightly blooming peach blossom, adding a touch of charm to her pure temperament.
He couldn't help but wonder, how could the countryside support people? He couldn't help but touch his face, feeling the rough skin and flesh from living in the open air.
Zhao Mingsheng was also looking at him, his gaze lingering on his temples for a moment.
"How old is Guard Jing?"
The sudden question left Jing Liu bewildered, but he still answered without hesitation: "I am eighteen years old."
Zhao Mingsheng's mouth dropped open in surprise. He was only eighteen? Just looking at the white hair on his temples, one would believe he was thirty-eight.
Jing Liu followed her surprised gaze back to his hair, touched his nose a little embarrassedly and said, "I have hot blood, so I am naturally more prone to white hair."
In fact, he was also very troubled. Many people thought he was very old, and his mother was also worried that no girl would be willing to marry him because of his white hair, and he would not be able to find a good marriage. He kept all these things in his heart and never mentioned them to others.
Remembering what Prince Heng had told him, he turned to the owner of the medicine shop and warned him, "Don't tell anyone else what I'm asking you today."
Under his threatening gaze, the shopkeeper nodded hurriedly, fearing that he would be killed on the spot if he ordered too late.
He withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and was about to say goodbye to the girl when he saw her groping for something in her sleeve.
Zhao Mingsheng took out a porcelain bottle containing Qibao Meixu Pills from his sleeve and handed it over high.
"Take this Qibao Meiran Pill. Take one pill daily with water. You should see results in three days." She said seriously. Fearing he wouldn't accept it, she added, "It's free. It's a token of my gratitude to you and your master for your help."
Jing Liu didn't know whether he should accept it or not. He was here on orders from King Heng and shouldn't accept anything from others. Just as he was hesitating, the owner of the medicine shop beside him changed his timid demeanor and said excitedly with his eyes shining:
"That pill! Can I see it?"
Zhao Mingsheng used half of the medicinal materials to make twelve pills. He gave three pills to Meng before, and the remaining nine pills were divided into three small porcelain bottles by her.
Seeing that Jingliu was hesitant to take it, she had no choice but to stuff the porcelain bottle into his arms. She then took out two other small porcelain bottles from her sleeve and handed them to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper carefully took out a pill, sniffed it first, then broke it into a small piece and put it in his mouth to savor it. The more he savored it, the more astonishment grew on his face.
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