Chapter 50: If Mingyue doesn’t want to be a falling flower, he will want to be the bright moon hanging high in the sky…
Zhao Huaixu unconsciously rubbed the red spot on his neck with his fingertips, and suddenly he started coughing violently.
The door opened lightly, and Yuan Qingjun walked in holding a medicine tray. In addition to the porcelain bowl of medicine, there was also a celadon medicine bottle in her hand.
"This vanishing cream is quite effective in reducing redness and fading scars. Perhaps it will be helpful for the red spots on your body."
Zhao Huaixu withdrew his gaze dejectedly, bowed slightly, and half-bowled towards Yuan Qingjun.
"Thank you very much."
"You know she doesn't care..."
How can a superficial and faded appearance compare to his noble character?
The door hinges turned, making a very slight creaking sound. A figure silently sneaked into Zhao Huaixu's room and stopped by the bed, causing the bed curtains to move without a breeze.
The visitor's gaze was as light as a feather, falling on the bed.
With the thin moonlight coming in through the window, she confirmed that he was still breathing lightly. After a sigh, the door closed again, leaving the room in silence.
Zhao Huaixu opened his dozing eyes and looked out the window. The moonlight was pale.
He didn't want to be the falling flowers, he wanted to be the bright moon hanging high in the sky.
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Before the night was over, a doctor rushed in, looking panicked. He banged on Fang Yilan's door and shouted, "General, this is bad! The Seventh Prince is vomiting blood."
When Fang Yilan arrived, Zhao Huaixu had just finished vomiting and was leaning weakly against the headboard of the bed. There was a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and his originally clear starry eyes were shrouded in a thick mist, with a hint of death emerging from them.
The official doctor beside him said with a worried look on his face, "The decoction won't work. If His Highness Seventh Prince drinks it, he'll vomit it all out."
Green smoke rose from the gilded incense burner, but it could not cover up the bloody smell in the room.
Fang Yilan said solemnly: "Everyone go out first."
After everyone left, only she and Zhao Huaixu were left in the room.
Fang Yilan grabbed his jaw and twisted his head back with such force that she almost crushed him. "You're not going to seek revenge? You survived the hard times in Xiling back then, so you can't resist this disease?"
Zhao Huaixu stubbornly turned his eyes away, unwilling to meet her gaze, the red spots on his face clearly visible.
His voice was weak but somewhat indifferent: "Life and death are matters that are predetermined by fate. How can Huaixu control them?"
Fang Yilan laughed angrily. Hate made him endure the pain of peeling bones and barely survive, but love made him want to die.
Of course she knew what he wanted. Should she say he was humble to the point of being humble, or was he extremely conceited?
Fang Yilan gently wiped away the blood stains on the corners of his lips and smiled cruelly: "Do you think that if you die, I will really mourn for you for seven days? Don't dream!"
Leaning close to his ear, she spoke the cruelest words, word by word: "If you die, I will forget you completely and will never shed a tear for you! I will personally put each of those earrings on someone else's ear, telling him that they are tokens of love I made for him. I will kiss him, sleep with him, and do all the intimate things he wants."
"None of this has anything to do with you, Zhao Huaixu!"
Zhao Huaixu's entire body trembled violently, his gray eyes suddenly ignited with hatred: "General, were you just fooling me with what you said before?"
This was completely different from what he had imagined. He had thought of leaving safely in Fang Yilan's arms with all her love.
How could he accept seeing her rubbing shoulders with someone else on the road to the underworld?
Fang Yilan admired his broken expression, her fingertips tracing his trembling eyelashes, her tone cold: "Fooling you? Aren't you enjoying it too? Aren't you going to sacrifice your life in exchange for my eternal remembrance?"
Thunder exploded outside the window. Zhao Huaixu looked up at the frost in Fang Yilan's eyes and suddenly laughed softly: "Alan won't forgive me, and doesn't want to love me anymore. Now she won't even let me die."
"What can I do to satisfy you?"
Zhao Huaixu sat up, and the tilted candlestick on the couch reflected his distorted face.
"What's the point of Yu'an being alive?" Zhao Huaixu grabbed Fang Yilan's wrist with his backhand, abruptly interrupting her suppression. The corners of his eyes were bloodshot as if poisoned. "Sometimes I really want to gouge your eyes out so that you won't smile at others."
"But I can't bear to see you in pain..." His fingertips snaked down her spine, his movements gentle yet indescribably chilling. "Then I'll have to kill all those who covet you. I'll gouge out their eyeballs and soak them in wine. I'll chop off their hands and feet and not allow anyone to get close to you. I'll pull out their tongues, so that no one in this world dares to call you Yi Lan."
With emotions surging, Zhao Huaixu covered his lips and coughed violently, and blood stained his palms again.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and smeared his blood on Fang Yilan's lips: "Since you know that I am a bad person, how can you think that I am willing to be a lovesick ghost? If I live, many people will die..."
Fang Yilan no longer wanted to hear those nasty words from his mouth, so she clasped his hands above his head, kissed him fiercely on the lips, and dug her teeth into his lip flesh.
Zhao Huaixu was forced to open his lips in pain, revealing half of his tongue. Fang Yilan went straight in. The bloody smell in his mouth did not stop Fang Yilan, but instead seemed to arouse the ferocious beast hidden in her heart, causing her to bite more frantically until she felt the salty taste.
"Zhao Huaixu, you lunatic." Fang Yilan raised her head, her eyes fierce and filled with lust: "If you continue to be so disobedient, I will really lock you up."
Lock him up.
The prisoner under the guillotine finally handed the chain on his neck to the person who had been waiting for a long time.
Zhao Huaixu buried his head in the side of her neck, his long eyelashes covering his eyelids, still stained with crystals, his breath hot, and beneath his crazy hatred was an even crazier plea: "I hate you so much."
These were deeply hurtful words, but the tone was very similar to the love words that two people said when they were affectionate, with some grievance.
Fang Yilan felt a warmth against her neck. She held Zhao Huaixu's face in her hands and gently brushed her thumb across the wetness beneath his eyes. Her voice was still cold: "Why are you crying?" She demanded, "Aren't you trying to commit suicide?"
"I regret it. Alan is so good, I can't bear to let him die."
"Oh, weren't you willing to give it up before?"
"If I can get A-Lan's undivided love, Yu-An is willing to give up everything."
"Shut up, you're so corny!"
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Fang Yilan closed the door lightly and sighed softly. Then she saw Yuan Qingjun, Xunyun, Shuxue and others setting up a table outside the door, sitting around it leisurely and eating melon seeds.
Yuan Qingjun teased, "Oh, you youngsters are really capable of making trouble."
Yuan Qingjun turned to look at the people around him, his face beaming with joy as he shouted, "It's not even an hour yet. Everyone, accept the bet and give me the money!"
Xunyun and Shuxue took out their silver bags reluctantly.
Shuxue pouted slightly and muttered softly, "Oh, a full month's allowance."
Fang Yilan: ....
Fang Yilan's mouth twitched, and for a moment she didn't know how to react. She could only look at Yuan Qingjun helplessly and said, "Sister Qingjun, please go and make another bowl of medicine."
Yuan Qingjun's smile remained undimmed as he quickly replied, "The medicine is being kept warm. I'll bring it to you right away."
Shuxue just wanted to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible, so she hurriedly said, "I'll go, I'll go!" Then she stood up quickly and rushed to the backyard.
Fang Yilan thought of Zhao Huaixu's condition and asked seriously, "Sister Qingyun, have you made any progress on the new prescription?"
The smile on Yuan Qingjun's face faded, and his expression became serious. "I've tried several prescriptions over the past few days, but none of them worked. I think the herbs I listed initially limited my thinking. I suspect that since that ancient book originated in the southwest, perhaps it omitted some very common herbs in that region."
The southwest has a warm and humid climate and is full of mountains. If a certain plant is quite common in the southwest, based on its growth habits, it should probably grow along the river banks in this central region.
So before dawn, Fang Yilan led a team of officers and soldiers to the nearby canal.
The river flows slowly. A white-haired old man, though already in his twilight years, still moves with a certain agility. His back is bent like a fully drawn bow as he laboriously fishes for wild vegetables by the river.
Fang Yilan said by the river with concern: "Old man, the epidemic is raging now, you must take good care of your health."
The old man straightened up slightly, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his rough, cracked hand, and then sighed: "Alas, if I don't work, I can't afford to eat. The old and young at home are all sick, waiting for me to pick some wild vegetables and cook porridge for them."
"Why don't you send your family to Tongbei Temple? There are doctors and medicines there to help."
The old man shook his head helplessly: "Girl, I am an old man, how can I have the strength to carry my whole family down the mountain."
Fang Yilan also understood that distant water cannot quench a nearby fire, so she went into the river first and helped the old man carry the bamboo basket ashore.
Inside was half a basket of wild vegetables with heart-shaped leaves. The roots were red and purple, but they gave off an unpleasant fishy smell. Fang Yilan wrinkled her nose subconsciously and smelled a familiar smell.
Yes, no wonder I felt like there were three dead fish stuffed in my mouth when I drank the medicine.
Her eyes lit up, and she quickly ordered, "Go down to the river and dig some Houttuynia cordata!"
The soldier beside him looked confused and couldn't help asking, "General, what is this Houttuynia cordata?"
Fang Yilan took out a plant from the bamboo basket: "This is it!"
The soldier also smelled the pungent fishy smell and looked incredulous: "Is this thing edible?!"
The old man didn't quite understand. After all, this wild grass had a strange smell that most people didn't like. "What do you want this wild grass for, girl? There are plenty of them along the streams in the back mountain."
"Not only is it edible, it can also save lives!" Fang Yilan looked at the old man with gratitude: "Grandpa, you have saved the lives of all the people in Wenbin!"
"Ah?" The old man scratched his head in confusion, obviously not yet figuring out the situation.
Fang Yilan did not dare to delay and immediately assigned several officers and soldiers to escort the old man home and instructed them to bring his family down the mountain as well.
He then hurried back to Tongbei Temple with a few Houttuynia cordata plants he had dug out.
When Yuan Qingjun saw the Houttuynia cordata in Fang Yilan's hand, she puffed her nose and sniffed it carefully, her eyes suddenly filled with surprise: "Yes, this should be it, why didn't I think of it!"
Hearing the commotion, several doctors rushed over. They took the houttuynia from Fang Yilan, sniffed it carefully to confirm, and then discussed the new prescription's proportions.
Hot steam rose from the medicine furnace and finally rolled out on the stove.
According to convention, new prescriptions are usually tested on sick officers and soldiers first, and only after confirming their effectiveness can they be distributed on a large scale.
But now, Zhao Huaixu's body can no longer drag him on.
Fang Yilan took a bowl and walked towards Zhao Huaixu's meditation room.
Zhao Huaixu took the medicine and was about to drink it when Yuan Qingjun hurried over and said with a worried look on his face, "Yilan, this prescription is newly developed after all. Should we wait a few more days to observe it?"
Fang Yilan looked at Zhao Huaixu: "Do you believe me?"
To die at her hands was something he had only dreamed of. Zhao Huaixu curved his eyebrows, picked up the bowl, and drank the entire bowl of medicine.
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