After Lian Xin entered the room, she carefully helped Tang Chen up and said, "Madam, everything is ready. Let's go away first."
As the two of them left, they were met by Jiang Wangjiu, who had arrived with his weapon to treat the patient. Tang Chen had been waiting for so many days and wasn't afraid of delaying him any longer: "Jiang Wangjiu, if you can't cure him, you'll never get what you want in this lifetime."
Jiang Wangjiu raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "You only think of threatening me now. Aren't you afraid that I won't treat you well?"
Tang Chen continued to threaten, "You and Bugui Peak are both people who value dignity. If you can't cure me, I may not be able to fight against Bugui Peak, but I have plenty of tricks to deal with this malicious slander."
Jiang Wangjiu sighed innocently, "Women are truly the most vicious. I came all the way here to save someone, and this is how you treat my savior?"
Tang Chen sneered and said, "As long as you can save him, I will give you everything I have in return. But if you can't save him..."
The Jiang family is an expert in miasma. If it were just detoxification, there would be no problem at all. The difficulty now lies in how to detoxify without harming Dao Wang Yanzhou's internal organs, so that she can return to a complete partner. As for Tang Chen's current request, he can still meet it: "Alright, if you keep nagging, I'll go back to accompany my wife."
Wang Ruo, who had been silent on the side, saw that the two of them were talking endlessly, so she reminded Jiang Wangjiu, "Come on, she didn't invite you here, so hurry up, or you'll be in trouble."
"You women are all more cruel than the other, tsk tsk tsk," Jiang Wangjiu said, cursing as he carried his things and went into the house.
Tang Chen brought a small stool and sat in front of Wang Yanzhou's room for nearly two hours. During this time, apart from the sounds of things being put away and Jiang Wangjiu mumbling to himself, there was no movement at all. Just when she realized that if she sat down any longer, she might not be able to get up, Jiang Wangjiu finally came out of the room with his things.
"How about it!"
Jiang Wangjiu said with a tired look, "He's fine for now. Let him rest for a few days. Once the remaining poison in his body is cleared, he'll be fine."
Tang Chen patted his chest gently, and his beating heart finally settled down for a while: "That's great, that's great..."
After Li Xinzhai asked Mo Yu to take Jiang Wangjiu to treat the next patient, he looked at Tang Chen's haggard face with some heartache and said, "You haven't slept well for several days. You should rest assured now. Go back and have a good rest. I'm here for him."
"Um!"
The protagonist of the Yaolu was Jiang Wangjiu. He was in charge of almost all the people and items in the Yaolu. After hearing that Wang Yanzhou was safe, Wang Ruo finally returned to her room and prepared to have a peaceful sleep.
A sturdy peach tree bloomed in a world of white. Petals gently drifted down from the tree, leaving a crimson patch on the equally pale ground.
Wang Ruo sat alone at the stone table under the tree, looking down at the petals falling into the wine glass in her hand. A faint smile gradually appeared on the corner of her mouth: "...You, are late."
The figure that suddenly appeared in this pale dream gradually became clearer as it approached Wang Ruo.
"Sorry, I may have overslept." After saying that, the man tiptoed slightly, picked a flower from the tree, and handed it to Wang Ruo, as if to please her.
Wang Ruo took the branch full of flowers, raised her head and wanted to take a closer look at the man's face, but she found that no matter how hard she opened her eyes, there seemed to be a layer of light mist on the man's face, and she could not see it clearly.
Wang Ruo gave up. It didn't matter if she couldn't see it clearly. It was better than never seeing it at all. "I thought you didn't want to see me."
The man sat down next to Wang Ruo and said with a smile, "After all these years, you're still the same, still so unreasonable."
"I have always been dignified and self-possessed, and I speak with reason and evidence." As she spoke, Wang Ruo picked a gorgeous peach blossom from the branch and pinned it in the man's hair with her own hands.
The man gently held her hand that was brushing her hair and asked with a hint of teasing, "When will I wake up from this dream?"
Wang Ruo smiled and shook her head: "Who knows. But this is the first time I've dreamed of you since you left."
The man held Wang Ruo in his arms, as if he was just like her. Even though he knew there was no possibility of seeing her again, even if it was only in a dream, he still tried to cherish the time they had together: "What should I do? I suddenly don't know whether to cry or laugh."
Wang Ruo closed her eyes and lay quietly in the man's arms. She wanted to stay there quietly for a while, but somehow, she couldn't help but say, "Anything is fine. Have another drink with me."
The man who appeared in Wang Ruo's dream, whose face she couldn't clearly see, was her master, her friend, and her husband. The two, of similar age, suddenly became master and disciple, their bond forged over wine.
Their story, while not a long one, could at least be considered a novella. As for Jiang Ling, honestly, after so many years, Wang Ruo couldn't recall many things about him, such as the time he bullied her.
When we were together before, I just felt that this person was nagging all day long; after we broke up, I realized that those ordinary days in life, when I look back on them, are the most enjoyable times.
Wang Ruo didn't know if it was because of her improved alcohol tolerance or because the wine in her dream couldn't get her drunk. After the two of them sat facing each other and drank from the entire pot of wine, Wang Ruo said with some self-mockery, "If I hadn't seen you die in my arms, and if I hadn't seen you spend all those years in the Glazed Cave, unable to distinguish between day and night, I would have really thought you were just out for a trip and hadn't returned home."
In the dream, Jiang Ling didn't say anything, but just sat there looking at her. Although Wang Ruo couldn't see his face clearly, she knew that at this moment, he must have a smile on his face that was as warm as before.
The smile on Jiang Ling's face grew wider. Wang Ruo raised her head and drank the seemingly empty wine in the pot in one gulp: "The daybreak has come, and the dream is about to end."
... After Tang Chen had a rare good night's sleep, it was still early when she woke up. She asked Lian Xin to help her change into bright clothes, and then she carefully combed her hair and put on her favorite plum blossom hairpin. Then, as usual, she prepared to go to Wang Yanzhou's room to help him wash and dress.
Tang Chen walked ahead and quietly opened the door, fearing to disturb Wang Yanzhou. But when she entered the room, the person who was supposed to be sleeping on the bed was gone. The bed was already cold, and it seemed that the person had been missing for a while.
“People, where are the people!”
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