58 Chinese Herbal Medicines
◎【Hehehe, it's because of you Chinese medicine~】◎
"Splash!"
Du Zhijin carried Wu Ti back to the shore. Both were soaking wet, and the summer breeze made their thin clothes cling to their skin, making them feel uncomfortable though not cold. Just as Du Zhijin was about to use her spiritual power to dry the clothes, she suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder. Zhao Zhonggan rushed over, took off his outer garment, and draped it over her.
She pondered for a few seconds, then decided that Wu Ti, whom she was holding, needed the garment more, so she wrapped her in it.
Wu Ti, unable to move like a silkworm in its cocoon, coughed, "...cough, cough...cousin, how is Aunt? Is she alright?"
As she spoke, her long, thick eyelashes drooped as if rained down, her eyes brimming with moisture, shimmering with soft waves. Her fair face flushed slightly with shock, and her long, black hair clung to her slender neck, making her look incredibly charming.
Anyone could hear the longing in her voice. In this situation, Du Zhijin felt she shouldn't be there, so she silently put down the silkworm pupa, preparing to slip away to Yingjianhua's side. However, just as she made her move, she heard Zhao Zhonggan say, "Senior Sister, are you alright?"
She's doing just fine. She's been catching fish in the river since she was ten to supplement her master's meals. Not to mention the small pond in the Jianchang Marquis's mansion, even the East Sea can't do anything to her.
After Zhao Zhonggan finished speaking, Du Zhijin clearly felt the silkworm cocoon—no, Wu Ti—staring at the back of her head. She thought for a moment, then decided against saying that the water wouldn't drown anyone, since Miss Wu looked like she could drown at any moment!
"I'm fine, let's check on Miss Biao first," she said.
After recovering, Lady Hou, supported by Tan Yue, ran over. Seeing that she and Wu Ti were both unharmed, she turned the prayer beads in her hand, closed her eyes, and chanted, "Amitabha... Bodhisattva, please protect me, Bodhisattva, please protect me."
"Aunt... Ah!" Wu Ti threw himself into her arms, crying out in pain as if his wound had been reopened. Lady Hou said anxiously, "Quick! Go fetch a doctor! And also, go fetch Young Master Mo!"
Zhao Zhonggan chimed in, "Alright, I'll go right away." "No need to make a fuss, I'm here." Ying Jianhua stepped out from the corner, surrounded by the crowd, and came to Wu Ti and Du Zhijin.
Lady Hou held her niece tightly, fearing for her life. Wu Ti was still wearing Zhao Zhonggan's outer garment, and her two personal maids were pacing anxiously, one handing her an incense burner, the other wiping away tears. Du Zhijin, on the other hand, was all alone. There were too many people around for her to use her magic, so she could only let her soaked clothes cling to her body, her hair dripping with water, drops falling down her cheeks.
Noticing that Ying Jianhua was looking at her, she smiled at him, as carefree as ever.
He suddenly felt a sharp pain. It was as if the water droplets on her hair had come to life, hitting his heart with immense weight.
Du Zhijin, don't they love you? Why would they willingly see you like this?
"Young Master Mo, how is our young lady?" Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, the maid assumed that Wu Ti was unwell and turned pale.
He came to his senses, took out a silver needle from his medicine pouch, and said calmly, "Miss, you've been frightened. One acupuncture needle will do the trick."
Looking at the finger-length silver needle in his hand, Wu Ti suddenly felt that everything about him was good: "Auntie, I actually didn't..." "Alright, alright, how old are you? Why are you afraid of the doctor's needles? Be good, Ti'er. When you get better, Zhong Gan will take you to Jing'en Temple to get rid of bad luck."
She wanted to say something more, but Ying Jianhua didn't give her a chance to struggle. One needle was inserted, and she fainted.
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Marquis Jianchang was furious about Wu Ti falling into the water. He not only punished the craftsmen who built the stone bridge, but also confined Zhao Zhonggan for a month.
But who was Zhao Zhonggan? He had studied martial arts with Du Zhijin for many days. He was not good at subduing demons, but he was good at scaling walls. That afternoon, he slipped out of the ancestral hall and found his way to Shuyuzhai.
"What a coincidence, Young Master Mo, you're here too?" He swung in through the window like a monkey. Ying Jianhua glanced at him upon hearing the voice, put the medicine bowl on the table, and scoffed, "Same old self."
He said that Du Zhijin's fondness for climbing through windows stemmed from learning it from Zhao Zhonggan; truly, one is influenced by one's surroundings.
Zhao Zhonggan had no idea what he had done to offend him again. His attention was drawn to the bowl of medicine that smelled strongly of bitterness: "Senior Sister, you really are injured! It's all the old man's fault, otherwise I would have come to see you sooner."
With medicine in his mouth, Du Zhijin couldn't answer verbally and could only wave his hand.
Alas, it's so bitter.
She tugged at the sleeve of the person next to her, blinked, and tried to communicate with her eyes.
Ah Mo, it's so bitter.
"It's good that it's bitter. You'll only learn your lesson if you suffer." Ying Jianhua coldly pulled back her sleeve, spoke coldly, and coldly took out a hawthorn ball.
Du Zhijin got what he wanted.
The sweet and sour taste of the hawthorn diluted the bitterness in her mouth. She chewed and asked Zhao Zhonggan, "Aren't you going to see your cousin?"
Zhao Zhonggan was stunned for a moment, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he looked at her as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
Huh? Why are you staring at her?
She tried to get answers from Ying Jianhua, but he only looked down and fiddled with his medicine spoon, refusing to meet her gaze.
...I have a feeling that I missed something incredible.
After a long pause, Zhao Zhonggan took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, Senior Sister... I didn't know my cousin would do that, and drag you into it... I, I thought she... No, actually I don't understand her at all, I don't even know what she wants."
He grabbed his hair hard, seemingly caught in a great struggle and pain. Du Zhijin barely understood a little; he must have known that Wu Ti had contacted Ying Jianhua, otherwise he wouldn't have apologized to her.
She hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly gave him a hawthorn ball.
She pretended not to notice that Amo was glaring at her.
"Don't you really know what your cousin wants?" she asked. "I do know," she replied.
"She wants to marry you."
Ying Jianhua put down his teacup and suddenly realized that he knew Du Zhijin a little more.
She has a naively cruel side to things she doesn't care about, like now.
She didn't know that Zhao Zhonggan liked her. Even though the young man rarely hid his blushing, she had so little time and so many things to do that she had no time to pay attention to that fleeting moment of attraction.
When Zhao Zhonggan was just one of the masses, she naturally cared about him, just as she cared about Honghua, Jiangwei, and Luping. But when Zhao Zhonggan had a specific identity, becoming the young marquis of Jianchang Marquis's mansion and someone who admired her, she suddenly became "indifferent."
Her heart is both vast and small. Vast enough to encompass everything and hold the world within it, yet so small that it cannot contain even a single individual.
“She wants to marry you, and for some reason mistakenly believes that I will marry you and that I have taken her place.” Du Zhijin’s tone was full of incomprehension, as if he were talking about something unbelievable. “I think you can explain it to her properly, so that she can do less things that hurt herself.”
Amo told her that Wu Ti falling into the water was not an accident, but rather an attempt to get close to Zhao Zhonggan... She knew it! Such a large mansion would definitely see all sorts of stories unfold!
However, it wouldn't be fun to become a supporting character in a story, so let Xiao Zhao explain to his cousin as soon as possible.
She thought the matter was over and that they could now get down to business. Little did she know that her few words would leave Zhao Zhonggan with a complex mix of emotions.
As a fellow man, and as a fellow man who had been "rejected" by Du Zhijin, Ying Jianhua could understand his feelings very well.
Helpless, resentful, sad, and resentful... But these emotions came and went quickly. How long had Zhao Zhonggan liked her? It probably wouldn't be covered up by a single snowfall.
"I...I'll tell her." After a long pause, Zhao Zhonggan finally managed to speak, his eyes almost overflowing with sadness. Du Zhijin, unaware of the situation, asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want Amo to give you acupuncture?" "Cough, I'm not a royal physician; I can cure every ailment." Ying Jianhua felt that his change of topic was an act of charity; he had saved a young man's heart from the brink of collapse. The Lady of the Marquis shouldn't be worshipping the golden statue; she should be worshipping him.
"The important matter comes first."
Reminded by him, Du Zhijin came to his senses and said seriously, "Yes, you've come at the right time. Amo feels that the smell of the elixir is very familiar, but it's not any of the medicines I carry with me. I wanted to ask if you have the key to the Royal Palace's medicine pavilion?"
Actually, it wouldn't matter if she didn't have a key; she could just climb through the window. But Amo insisted on telling the homeowner first, otherwise taking something without permission would be considered stealing.
Zhao Zhonggan naturally had no problem with it. Although the key to the pavilion was not on him, he could ask Madam Hou for it, and Madam Hou would not interfere anyway: "I told you that you fell into the water and triggered your old ailment, so you need to take medicine."
Ying Jianhua nodded, and to be absolutely sure, he even wrote a prescription for him.
Zhao Zhonggan took the prescription, leaned against the windowsill, and hesitated: "Um... Senior Sister, are you really alright?"
Du Zhijin found it strange: "Of course it's fine. Your pond is so shallow you can sink to the bottom with just half a leg up, what's there to worry about? If you don't believe me, let's have another contest tonight, no, tomorrow morning?"
Now Zhao Zhonggan was completely convinced that she was alright, and hesitantly left.
After he left, she gazed at the windowsill, remaining silent for a long time.
Ying Jianhua's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that she suddenly became romantic...? "Amo, you're right, climbing through windows is indeed a bad habit."
She patted the two large footprints on the window frame heavily, not very happy: "The footprints are so ugly."
Ying Jianhua: "...Hmm."
Thankfully, the money-related couple almost became a real relationship.
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That night, at the Jianchang Marquis's medicine pavilion.
Two figures, one in front of the other, nimbly evaded the patrolling guards.
Hidden in the shadows, Du Zhijin whispered to Ying Jianhua, who looked wary, "Amo, don't we have the key? Why are we sneaking around?"
And his movements are so practiced.
Ying Jianhua: "...That's true, let's go straight there." Oh no, I mistook the Marquis of Jianchang's residence for the Prince of Chengduan's residence. I hope she hasn't noticed...
The guard was clearly startled by the two people who suddenly appeared in the corner, and remained suspicious even after they showed him the key.
Ying Jianhua frowned, about to step forward to argue, when Du Zhijin reached into his pocket and pulled out a token.
Upon seeing the token, the guards no longer obstructed them and respectfully opened the door to the medicine pavilion for them.
“The token was given to me by Xiao Zhao,” she said.
Yingjianhua's feelings were somewhat complicated.
If he wasn't mistaken, this token should be the steward's jade talisman, which was usually kept by the Lady of the Marquis. Zhao Zhonggan actually lent it to Du Zhijin like that... Could it be that the Lady of the Marquis hasn't given up yet?
Putting aside his chaotic thoughts, he and Du Zhijin split up to search for the suspicious drugs.
Lady Hou was chronically ill, and the medicine pavilion in the Jianchang Marquis's mansion had two floors, storing many rare medicinal herbs.
However, upon a cursory sniff, none of the herbs resembled the scent of that miraculous medicine from that day.
Du Zhijin was faster than him and also said there was nothing on the second floor.
"That shouldn't be the case... Even if the formula for the elixir is not known to outsiders, it's only because the processing method and the proportion of medicinal materials are kept secret. It's impossible to conjure up a medicine out of thin air."
She comforted him, "Keep looking, maybe the smell isn't very strong."
So the two of them searched carefully together. Suddenly, Du Zhijin's nose twitched, and he asked curiously, "What's that smell?"
"Where?" he asked hurriedly.
Following the scent, she used her Drunken Mist to pry a medicine packet out from behind the bricks.
She rubbed her hands together excitedly: "It's hidden so well! It must be it! Smell it."
Ying Jianhua opened the medicine packet, grabbed the herbs, sniffed them carefully, and pondered, "...No, it doesn't seem like a magic elixir, it's more like..."
"Hmm? What does it look like? Hey Amo, your face is so red." Du Zhijin reached out and poked his cheek, touching a burning hot spot.
Ying Jianhua glared at her with displeasure: "And you're talking about me? Your face is the same."
She laughed, her lips glistening with moisture in the darkness: "I also think it's very hot in this medicine pavilion."
hot?
Suddenly, a voice rang in my mind, a rascal's laugh:
Hehehe, it's because of you Chinese medicine!
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