"...You're saying it's inappropriate to deal with the Imperial Hospital now? Then let me ask you, how can you guarantee that no one in the Imperial Hospital harbors evil intentions?!"
"If you want to completely destroy Shen Huan Powder, no one in this world can know the formula anymore. All the doctors who have ever come into contact with the formula must die, not a single one is allowed to survive!"
"...Be obedient. Finish this last thing, and the world will be yours."
…
Qin Zhao suddenly opened his eyes.
The room was silent, the sky dim and misty. Qin Zhao felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his head. He sat up, and it took him a moment to realize his breathing was becoming rapid.
"Why are you awake..." The boy's soft voice came from my ear, with a low and sleepy tone.
Jing Li was too sleepy to open his eyes. He closed his eyes and groped for Qin Zhao's hand, placing his slightly cool palm on the back of the other's hand: "Are you having a nightmare again?"
"Yes, a nightmare." Qin Zhao wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked in a low voice, "Did I wake you up?"
"Hmm..." Jing Li responded softly.
When in the county town, Jing Li always shared a bed with Qin Zhao. After coming back, he was unwilling to sleep in the pool and very unceremoniously occupied half of the bed.
Qin Zhao turned around and saw the boy with half of his face buried in the pillow, frowning a little grumpy.
The irritability and depression in his heart suddenly disappeared. Qin Zhao breathed a sigh of relief silently, leaned over and hugged the boy beside him in his arms.
The boy rubbed against his arms and said, "Don't be afraid, dreams are all fake."
"Yeah, it's all fake." Qin Zhao said softly, "Let's sleep a little longer. It's still early."
“…”
Jing Li didn't answer and seemed to have fallen asleep again.
.
"Be careful, cut them together with the roots and stems, don't damage the leaves!" Mr. Xue sat in the yard, directing two young men to pick herbs.
Qin Zhao brought out a cup of tea and placed it on the small table next to Xue Ren.
Xue Ren said, "It's truly marvelous! This Astragalus is incredibly hard to find. Even in all my years of practicing medicine, I've only seen one or two plants in the deep mountains near Jiangling Prefecture, and I've never seen one growing so lushly."
The Astragalus membranaceus has now fully grown, with large silver-gray leaves growing in the corners of the wall, adding brighter colors to the yard.
Qin Zhao understood his implication and said, "If you want, you can pick more."
Xue Renxi smiled happily: "Master Qin is really magnanimous."
After the astragalus was harvested, it needed to be dried for a few days before being ground into powder and used as medicine. Qin Zhao borrowed a larger winnowing basket from a neighbor and helped them spread the herbs on it.
Just after drying the picked herbs, someone came to see Qin Zhao.
"Qin Zhao, the vegetable collectors from town are here. Uncle Chen said you wanted to sell the vegetables from your fields, and they're waiting at the village entrance. Do you want to go take a look?"
"Thank you, but I..." Qin Zhao looked at Xue Ren.
Mr. Xue waved his hand and said, "You can go to your family if you have something to do. I plan to go up the mountain this afternoon. I heard yesterday that there are some rare herbs on the mountain, so I'm taking my grandson to try his luck."
Qin Zhao nodded: "Okay."
Qin Zhao took Jing Li out.
Before leaving, Jingli made an appointment with Ayi, asking Ayi not to come back too late, and that he would take him to the stream to play when he came back.
Qin Zhao felt very jealous after hearing this.
After leaving the yard, Qin Zhao asked, "Why do you go to the stream with him every day?"
"Ayi doesn't like crowded places. He doesn't have a good life in the city. It's rare for him to come here and relax, so I-"
Jing Li's voice stopped abruptly.
Because Qin Zhao gently pinched his waist.
Mr. Xue had come to the village recently and had given Qin Zhao some new medicines, which had helped him recover better and better. He could now walk around the village without any problem, and he no longer needed Jing Li's support.
However, Jing Li still had the habit of supporting him, to prevent the sickly boy from falling and getting hurt again if he wasn't careful.
——It actually makes it easier for someone to take advantage.
Qin Zhao slowly massaged the small piece of soft flesh under his palm, and asked calmly, "What do you want?"
"I, I just..." Jing Li felt a little itchy from being pinched by him, and hid to the side, "Ayi is Shuang'er, how can you be jealous of Shuang'er!"
Qin Zhao said calmly: "But you are not."
Jing Li was speechless: "..."
That's true. He's been pretending for so long in the village that he almost takes it seriously.
But he is indeed not Shuang'er, he doesn't even have Shuang'er's cinnabar mole.
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