Chapter 30 Chapter 30 He is not weak
After hearing the excuse, Zhao Mingsheng raised his head and quietly looked at the person in front of him.
Last time I met Jingliu by chance, but didn’t see King Heng. It has been more than half a month since we last saw each other.
His complexion was a little more rosy than when he was in the carriage, but still as white as jade.
Coupled with those frosty starry eyes and the deep winter robe, Zhao Mingsheng felt a little chill even in the summer.
Everyone knew Prince Heng Yanzhuo's notoriety, but his beauty matched his reputation. Even with his stern expression, it couldn't mask his beauty. Even the red scar on his neck...
etc.
Red marks?
Zhao Mingsheng took a breath as if he had discovered some unspeakable secret.
Good man, Prince Heng has a beautiful girl hidden in his golden house! It looks quite intense...
If this news were to get out, most of the girls in the boudoirs of the capital would probably be heartbroken.
Zhao Mingsheng quietly searched around for the traces of the distinguished guest. She was curious about who had won this beautiful lady. She must be a beauty who was three times more beautiful than Yan Zhuo!
As she was searching, she was secretly complaining that Prince Heng was too unkind to women. He moved into this small courtyard without even having the chance to take care of it properly. This was really unfair to the beauty.
Just as she started to daydream again, Yan Zhuo's cold voice interrupted her.
"Jingliu, go out again and buy some mosquito repellent." His brows knitted together in a barely perceptible frown. "And some ointment for mosquito bites."
Jing Liu received the order and turned back to Zhao Mingsheng with a hint of apology before leaving, saying, "Young lady Zhao, please stay a little longer. I'll take you home after I finish shopping."
Zhao Mingsheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said:
"good."
It turned out that the red mark was just a rash from a mosquito bite. Zhao Mingsheng recalled his previous speculations and felt so ashamed that he wanted to find a hole to crawl into. His face flushed red.
Yan Zhuo naturally also heard the arrangements made by Jing Liu before he left. He turned his gaze back to the girl, only to see two blushes suddenly appear on the girl's face. The color was very similar to the red blush in the sky after the sunset.
Is this heatstroke?
After a moment's thought, Yan Zhuo asked, "Is the young lady from the Zhao family feeling unwell?" He paused and then suggested, "Why don't you go inside and have some cold tea and rest for a while."
After saying this, even Yan Zhuo himself was a little surprised. He has never been a person who likes to meddle in other people's affairs.
Zhao Mingsheng: No, no, I’m ashamed!
Although she was not feeling unwell, she couldn't refuse the other person because he meant well.
The herbal tea here in Yanzhuo comes from the Jinyinzhan in Sangshan. The tea soup is pure and refreshing. It can detoxify, moisturize and remove dampness. It is a rare and good tea.
Although Zhao Mingsheng did not suffer from heatstroke, he felt very refreshed and thirst-quenched after drinking it.
The girl drank the whole bowl of cold tea in one breath and licked the water stains on her lips with fear. Her drooping eyelashes were densely connected in a row, like a small fan fluttering.
Yan Zhuo suddenly felt an itch on his neck.
Over the years, he had suffered injuries of varying degrees. The most serious one was when an arrow pierced his chest, only an inch away from his heart. He could endure the pain of pulling out the arrow.
But this time, I don’t know what kind of insect bit me, but it was extremely itchy, as if thousands of ants were crawling on me, or as if I was being stroked by a feather.
He couldn't help but purse his thin lips and gently rubbed the red mark with his fingertips. He didn't want to show it too obviously, so he just endured it.
Zhao Mingsheng saw the forbearance on his face, then moved his gaze to the red marks on his fingertips, and understood.
She did have some ointment for mosquito bites at home, but she didn't bring it with her when she went out this time, and it seemed that Jing Liu wouldn't be able to come back for a while.
She focused her eyes on the cold tea in front of Yan Zhuo, which he had not yet drunk, and a light bulb went off in her head.
"I have a way to relieve the itch. Your Highness, please allow me to try it."
Yan Zhuo thought of her magical seven-treasure beard pills, and he began to believe it a little. He nodded slightly and said:
"I agree."
With Yan Zhuo's consent, Zhao Mingsheng used his fingertips to touch the bowl of cold tea noodles like a dragonfly skimming the water, leaving immediately.
Then she used her fingertips dipped in tea to gently touch the red marks on Yan Zhuo's neck.
Feeling the girl's gentle fingertips pausing at his neck, Yan Zhuo's body stiffened for a moment. His many years of military experience made it difficult for his body to accept the approach of outsiders.
But his body did not reject the girl in front of him. He had an unexpected trust in her, which was why he was so confident in handing over his weakness to someone else.
As the tea applied to his neck, Yan Zhuo felt a comfortable coolness on his neck and he gradually relaxed.
"Okay."
The girl's light touch did not make him feel offensive at all, and she immediately pulled away after applying the tea.
As the girl's fingertips left, Yan Zhuo felt the itchiness gradually fade away, and his slightly furrowed brows relaxed.
In fact, ordinary tea can also have a certain anti-itching effect, but the effect will not be immediate.
The reason why this effect was so quick was that Zhao Mingsheng took the opportunity of dipping the person in tea to gather the spiritual spring at his fingertips. With the addition of the spiritual spring, the herbal tea was so effective.
"It really doesn't itch anymore. Your method is really magical."
Yan Zhuo's gaze lingered on her for a long time. This young lady from the Zhao family brought him more and more surprises.
"How should I thank you?"
Zhao Mingsheng waved his hand, "It's just a small favor, Prince Heng, there's no need to thank me."
She was a guest at someone's house, so she used this as an analogy: "Everyone brings gifts when they visit someone's house. How can a guest come to ask for a thank-you gift?"
Yan Zhuo chuckled and said, "Oh? Where's your gift?"
Zhao Mingsheng didn't expect that Yan Zhuo, a prince, would take advantage of the situation to ask her for a gift. She was stunned for a moment.
The only thing closest to her at that time was the bag of premium cinnamon she had bought from the spice shop, and in a fit of impulsiveness, she pushed the bag away.
"What is this?"
"This is cinnamon. It can be used as a spice and also as a medicinal herb."
Yan Zhuo picked up a piece and played with it in his hand, a hint of interest flashing across his eyes. He bent down and smelled it: "Hmm, it is quite fragrant. So what can it be used as a medicinal herb to treat?"
Zhao Mingsheng blurted out without thinking: "Cinnamon is hot in nature and sweet in taste, nourishes yin and replenishes yang, and is specifically used to treat kidney yang deficiency..."
Before she finished speaking, she realized something was wrong.
Yin is strong and Yang is weak, and kidney Yang is insufficient, commonly known as impotence.
Why could she give something else? Why would she give Prince Heng the medicinal herbs to treat impotence when she has nothing better to do?
There was originally a rumor in the capital that the reason why Prince Heng was not interested in women was because he had insufficient yang.
Zhao Mingsheng originally thought that he had encountered a beautiful woman in a golden house today and could finally dispel the rumors in Kyoto, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding.
She glanced up quietly and saw that Yan Zhuo's face was gloomy, as if a storm was about to come.
"Ordinary people can also be healthier if they eat it," she quickly said. "It's a good medicine for health and wellness."
The girl's cautious look made Yan Zhuo's just-rising suffocation disappear in an instant.
"I appreciate your kindness. Please take the things. I don't need them."
"Yes, next time I will definitely choose a gift that suits your Highness's taste."
Zhao Mingsheng quickly stepped forward and collected the cinnamon on the table. Firstly, she was afraid that putting it in front of King Heng would remind him of his sad memories. Secondly, she was reluctant to give the bag away. Such top-quality cinnamon was not common, and it was even harder to come by!
Fortunately, Prince Heng later left on the pretext of being busy with official business, which saved Zhao Mingsheng some embarrassment.
After waiting for a long time, Zhao Mingsheng finally saw Jingliu coming back from shopping.
"Let Miss Zhao wait. Are we leaving now?"
"Okay, let's go." She felt awkward staying in this place for even a second longer.
The carriage drove back to the Zhao family's door in the evening.
"Thank you, Guard Jing, for seeing me off. Would you like to come inside and rest for a while?" Zhao Mingsheng asked politely.
Jing Liu glanced at the sky and said, "It's getting late. Prince Heng might need someone right now. I won't stay any longer."
So the two said goodbye at the door.
Just as the carriage left, the gate of the Zhao family's courtyard was pushed open from the inside, and Cui Cen poked his head out.
"You're finally back. Who were you talking to just now?"
Zhao Mingsheng thought to herself, even if I told you, you wouldn't know me. So she just casually said, "A kind person who sent me back home."
Cui Cen just asked casually. There were more important things to do at the moment, so he pulled Zhao Mingsheng over and took her to the study.
"Today I taught those kids how to write."
"Writing? Isn't your hand still wounded?" Zhao Mingsheng knew without even looking that Cui Cen must have secretly removed the bandage. She disapproved, "You'll easily get infected again if you do that."
Cui Cen didn't take it seriously, "It's okay, I'm almost healed."
He brought Zhao Mingsheng to the desk, and then, with a tone that pretended to be disdainful but actually boastful, he showed Zhao Mingsheng, "After a day of studying with them, their writing is finally acceptable."
Zhao Mingsheng didn't understand what he meant and replied, "You might not be as good as them when you first started learning to write!"
When they looked down, they saw that each piece of rice paper was filled with their own names and the three words "Master Cui", neatly spread out across the entire table. Each piece of rice paper had been carefully ironed flat by Cui Cen, and it was obvious that he was preparing to keep it as a treasure.
Why didn’t Zhao Mingsheng realize that Cui Cen was so hypocritical before?
Although he said that these things were only pleasing to the eye, he didn't know how much he treasured them in his heart.
Cui Cen said proudly, "Today I taught them how to write their own names. They insisted I teach them the three characters 'Master Cui' as an extra."
"Look, aren't these three characters more beautifully written than the others?"
The character "Cui" is more complicated, and naturally it is written a little worse than common names such as Erniu and Xiaohu.
Looking at the crooked characters of "Cui" that looked like earthworms crawling, with some of them missing horizontal and vertical strokes, Zhao Mingsheng felt that it was difficult to describe the words.
She secretly complained, is this the case of beauty in the eyes of the beholder?
Although she really didn't want to go against her conscience and praise him, her intuition told her that if she didn't say it well, she wouldn't be able to leave today, so she had no choice but to follow his meaning and said, "Yes, yes, these three words are the best."
After hearing the answer that satisfied him, Cui Cen waved his hand and let Zhao Mingsheng do his own thing, while he happily collected the rice paper on the table one by one.
Zhao Mingsheng divided out some of the spices he bought today and took them to the Zou family along with two earthenware jars.
"Auntie Zou, I'm here to return the clay pot."
Aunt Zou's husband and son get off work very late every day. She was preparing dinner in the kitchen. When she heard Zhao Mingsheng's voice, she quickly put down the kitchen knife she was cutting vegetables with and came out.
Seeing that she had brought some extra things, she pretended to be angry and said, "You're here, why are you bringing anything else? Can my aunt's family do without these little things from you?"
Zhao Mingsheng handed over the bag of spices and said with a faint smile, "It's not something valuable, just some spices. With your cooking skills, they're perfect for stewing meat or cooking."
"You have such a small mouth, always praising people." Aunt Zou took it with a smile.
"Look, Auntie, I went to the town today and sold out both of these jars of fermented bean curd!" Zhao Mingsheng showed one of the empty earthenware jars to Auntie Zou.
"They're all sold out?" Aunt Zou was shocked. "Good girl, are you trying to scare me?"
"How could I dare to scare you?" Zhao Mingsheng picked up another earthenware jar containing copper coins and shook it gently, causing the coins to clink against each other, making a pleasant, crisp sound. "Look, Auntie, all the money from the sale is here."
Listening to the noise, she knew there must be a lot of copper coins in the earthenware jar. Aunt Zou was surprised and delighted: "How come it sold for so much money?"
Zhao Mingsheng stuffed the clay pot into Aunt Zou's arms and said seriously, "It's because Aunt Zou made it delicious. They all said it was good after eating it."
Aunt Zou's fermented bean curd is truly amazing. Everyone who ate it at noon said it was not delicious. Everyone was full, and as they left, they kept asking if there would be more tomorrow.
"It's two hundred and thirty coins, Auntie. Please count them."
When Aunt Zhou heard there was so much money, she was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth. She was secretly amazed.
Two hundred and thirty cents is equivalent to the wages of two men in her family for ten days.
This surprise came so suddenly that Aunt Zou couldn't help but smile: "No, no need to count, how can I not believe you?"
She was embarrassed to take advantage of such a big deal, so she discussed with Zhao Mingsheng: "Girl, it's all thanks to you that we can sell so many. You can take half of the money!"
Zhao Mingsheng shook his head repeatedly after hearing this: "No, no, Auntie, if you are willing to teach me the recipe, it will be much more valuable than these."
In fact, she was the one who got the better deal.
Aunt Zou was quite touched and touched her head lovingly: "Good girl! When the tofu is fermented in a few days, I will call you over to learn how to pickle fermented bean curd."
Zhao Mingsheng agreed obediently. It was time for her to go back and prepare dinner.
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