Chapter 12 Loyalty
Pale golden veins spread across the leaves.
They grow like living things.
Zhao Wenxuan's breathing completely stopped at this moment.
In his bottomless eyes.
For the first time, the emotion called "shock" was reflected.
The candlelight in the study seemed to flicker.
The cold and gloomy air that originally lingered around the dragon beard grass.
It is dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Instead.
It is a warm breath that is rich and full of vitality.
The breath was like the first ray of sunshine in spring.
With warmth that can melt ice and snow.
"What...what's going on?"
Zhao Wenxuan's voice became a little hoarse due to extreme shock.
He stared intently at the herb that was undergoing transformation.
It was as if he was looking at a monster that subverted all his cognition.
Ling Zixia slowly withdrew her fingers.
Her face also showed just the right amount of surprise and confusion.
"I...I don't know..."
There was a tremor in her voice.
"It...it seems to be alive."
The changes in that herb continued.
Pale golden veins have spread across every leaf.
Make the whole plant look like a work of art carved out of gold.
A refreshing and unique medicinal fragrance emanates from the leaves.
Just smelling the aroma.
It makes people feel refreshed.
Zhao Wenxuan suddenly raised his head.
His eyes were like two sharp ice knives.
Stabbed straight at Ling Zixia.
"What did you do?"
His voice was filled with unquestionable questioning.
"What kind of magic is this?"
Ling Zixia shrank back in fear at his fierce aura.
Her eyes quickly filled with tears.
"I didn't... I didn't do anything..."
She shook her head desperately.
He looked incredibly innocent.
"I just... I just feel very close..."
"I just want to touch it..."
Zhao Wenxuan didn't believe a word of it.
coincide?
How could there be such an incredible coincidence in this world?
He stretched out his hand.
With an almost rough movement.
He grabbed the completely transformed herb in his hand.
A warm and powerful vitality emanates from the leaves.
It was completely different from the cold touch of the dragon beard grass in his memory.
This is not an illusion.
This is a real material change.
"What the hell is this?"
He held the herbs in front of Ling Zixia.
He asked this question almost through gritted teeth.
Ling Zixia looked into his eyes.
It was filled with overwhelming suspicion and murderous intent.
She knows.
Every word that follows.
All of this will determine her fate.
"It...it is the Gentiana resurrection plant."
Her voice was filled with tears.
But unusually firm.
"It's just...it's just not the same as the picture in my father's book."
"Dad said that our Ling family's bloodline is very special."
"He's born with a 'medicine constitution'."
"He said...our blood can bring new life to dead trees."
"It can also... awaken dormant herbs."
She will deliver the speech she has prepared long ago.
It was said in the most innocent and pitiful way possible.
Medicine body constitution.
A dead tree comes back to life with spring.
These words sound absurd.
But it seems to have some kind of magic.
It just happens to explain the scene before our eyes that cannot be explained by common sense.
Zhao Wenxuan's breathing stagnated.
He thought of the Ling family's legendary title.
King of Medicine.
Could it be that the Ling family really possesses some unknown power inherited from their bloodline?
"you mean……"
His voice became a little dry.
"This grass was originally dead, or rather, it was dormant."
"It was your touch that turned it into the real Gentian Resurrection Grass?"
Ling Zixia was in tears.
Nodded vigorously.
"I...I think so..."
She looked timidly at the herbs in his hand.
His eyes were full of admiration and nostalgia.
"Daddy said that real immortal herbs have spirituality."
"It must have recognized Daddy's scent on me."
"So...that's why it was willing to wake up for me."
Her words.
An inexplicable supernatural power.
The packaging has become a legendary bloodline inheritance.
And a touching story about the love between a father and daughter.
Zhao Wenxuan was silent.
He looked at the magical grass in his hand that was emitting golden light.
He looked at the tearful girl in front of him again.
His mind told him that it was all a lie.
But the evidence before his eyes.
But it made him waver.
He brought the grass to his nose.
Take another deep breath.
The powerful breath of life surged into his lungs.
It refreshed his spirit, which had been exhausted from handling official business for days.
This is definitely the legendary elixir.
Can't fake it.
If what she said was all false.
How did she do all this?
Turn a highly poisonous thing into a life-saving herb out of thin air?
This method.
It has gone beyond the scope of martial arts and magic.
Almost a miracle.
He doesn't believe it.
He absolutely did not believe the seemingly fragile woman in front of him.
He would be the kind of person who possesses the ability to know everything.
In comparison.
The explanation about the "Bloodline of the King of Medicine".
Although absurd.
But it is the only seemingly reasonable possibility at the moment.
Ling Zixia keenly caught the looseness in his eyes.
She knew she had made the right bet.
She knew she had succeeded in his heart.
A seed called "suspicion" and "fear" was planted.
She stretched out her hand.
Use your fingertips to carefully pick up the magic grass.
Picked off the smallest leaf.
Her movements were full of reverence.
It's like treating a rare treasure.
"If you are worried, sir."
She handed the leaf emitting a light golden glow to Zhao Wenxuan.
"You can hold this leaf under your tongue."
"Daddy said it can clear the mind and eyes and dispel all worries."
The moment she picked the leaves.
She once again mobilized the power in her body.
This time.
She didn't perform a reversal.
Instead, an extremely subtle "medicinal addition" was performed.
She took a trace of strange medicinal properties that could slightly disrupt the flow of true energy.
Attached to this small leaf.
This medicine is non-toxic and harmless.
But it can allow a martial artist to...
I felt an extremely subtle, uncontrollable stagnation of the true energy in my body.
Zhao Wenxuan looked at the leaf she handed him.
His eyes shifted.
He was hesitating.
He is weighing the pros and cons.
final.
He still took the leaf.
He wanted to verify it himself.
What's so magical about this thing?
He took the golden leaf that was as thin as a cicada's wing.
Put it into your mouth slowly.
Hold it under the tongue.
A cool and sweet liquid immediately seeped out from the leaves.
It slid down his throat and into his stomach.
He felt his mind suddenly become extremely clear.
All the fatigue and irritability were swept away.
However.
Just as he was about to circulate his internal energy to feel the changes in his body.
The true energy in his body.
But suddenly there was a very slight stagnation.
Like a calm flowing stream.
Suddenly an invisible stone appeared.
Although insignificant.
But it broke the originally perfect cycle.
Zhao Wenxuan's expression changed instantly.
He had never experienced this feeling before.
This is not poisoning.
Not injured either.
It's more like a kind of... suppression from an incomprehensible law at a higher level.
He raised his head sharply.
Look at Ling Zixia again.
In his eyes.
For the first time, a real feeling of horror appeared.
Ling Zixia still looked timid.
There was a hint of expectation and concern in her eyes.
"Sir, are you feeling better?"
Zhao Wenxuan did not answer.
He spat out the leaves in his mouth.
The leaf has lost all its luster.
It turned into an ordinary dead leaf.
He looked at the dead leaf.
He looked at Ling Zixia again.
He was silent for a long time.
It lasted so long that the candle in the study made a slight popping sound.
final.
He took the transformed Gentiana resurrection grass.
Carefully rewrap it with a brocade handkerchief.
Then he took it into his arms.
This action.
It meant that he temporarily accepted her "explanation".
It also means that he will her.
From a "suspect" who can be disposed of at will.
It has been elevated to an "outlier" that needs to be treated with caution and is full of unknowns.
"It's very late."
He spoke slowly.
There was a hint of fatigue in his voice that he himself was not aware of.
"You should go back and rest first."
Ling Zixia was pardoned.
She quickly stood up from the stool.
I bowed deeply to him.
"Then...I'll take my leave."
She held the hand warmer which had become cold.
Head down.
He took small steps back toward the door.
Just as her hand was about to touch the door knocker.
Zhao Wenxuan's voice came from behind her again.
"From tomorrow."
His voice was calm and indifferent.
No emotion could be heard.
"You move to the 'Jingsiyuan'."
Ling Zixia stopped.
Her body stiffened slightly.
Jingsiyuan.
That's the entire prime minister's residence.
An independent courtyard closest to Zhao Wenxuan's "Wenxinzhai".
There is only a wall between them.
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