If Sangzhi was not drunk and was still sober, she would definitely jump up and scold him for being crazy.
Not to mention that she was confused and said some very explicit things. Not only did she not take advantage of the situation, but she also insisted on digging into the matter.
Find out why it smells so good!
Sangzhi's shoulders were shaken by someone, and his brain was almost shaken out. He grabbed the air twice and then squinted his eyes again.
"Sangzhi, wake up, Sangzhi!"
Jiang Yan patted her face, and when she opened her eyes a crack, before she could ask any questions, someone pulled her arm and led her to the bed.
While taking her away, she begged for mercy in an unclear manner.
"Don't hit me, isn't it okay for me to give you the bed to sleep in?"
Jiang Yan fixed her body, stared into her eyes and asked.
"What do you mean when you say I smell good?"
Sangzhi half-opened her eyes, yawned delicately, and repeated, "I smell good too."
Jiang Yan changed the way he asked the question.
"You just said Jiang Yan smells good, but what makes him smell good? Sangzhi, don't sleep. Come on, think about it carefully. What makes him smell good?"
It is said that he is a good interrogator and is as ruthless to his enemies as the autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves.
To Sangzhi, who was greedy for beauty, he spoke softly and gently, stretching out his charm.
Sangzhi actually fell for this trick and thought about it for a long time with his confused head.
"The clothes smell good, it's the scent of Aconitum, so nice."
In her previous life, she was held in the old man's arms when she was four years old, and she learned to identify acupuncture points by smelling medicinal herbs. When she was six years old, she moved a small stool and sat next to the old man when he was seeing patients, learning how to take people's pulses and read their tongues.
It can be said that she has been growing up smelling herbs since she became conscious.
What others call fragrance may be fragrance in the conventional sense.
But the fragrance that Sangzhi was talking about must be the herbal fragrance that she had been soaking in for years.
Is Caowu the name of a traditional Chinese medicine?
What is the function?
Today he only touched Old Li's belongings.
Could this be related to his mysterious death?
He was so excited that he felt he had found a breakthrough. When he asked her again, she had already fallen asleep while sitting.
Of course, no matter how she coaxed him this time, even tempting her to touch his abdominal muscles, he remained unmoved.
He sighed, helped her put her head on the bed, and wrapped her tightly with the quilt to make sure she wouldn't catch a cold if she kicked off the quilt tonight. Then he turned off the lights and went out.
Some people slept soundly that night.
Some people tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep.
It was still dark outside in the morning when someone knocked on the door.
Sangzhi rubbed his eyes, opened the door, and looked at the sky outside which was just beginning to brighten.
I was about to open the door, but with one force I rolled under the bed with the quilt.
Well, after such a big movement, the quilt only became a little loose.
He slowly opened the door and asked, "Why are you calling me so early?"
Seeing Jiang Yan, who looked energetic and had a crew cut, he became curious again, "When did you get here?"
Just one glass of wine last night was enough to make her stop writing.
Jiang Yan originally wanted to ask her directly what Aconitum kusnezoffii was.
But she kept yawning, and the red marks on her face from pinching her last night had not completely disappeared, and she suddenly became short of breath.
After all, I felt guilty, so I just asked her to wash her face and come down. I would find her if I had anything.
Sangzhi washed her face twice and remembered a little about what happened last night.
But this was all before I drank the alcohol. I had no idea what happened after I drank. When I was wiping my face, I saw red marks on it. I rubbed it hard, but they were not paint.
She never thought of Jiang Yan, that old-fashioned man.
It all came down to the fact that I didn't sleep well last night and pressed on something and got it red, but I didn't pay much attention to it.
As soon as she came downstairs, Jiang Yan handed her the clothes he wore yesterday and asked her if there was anything wrong with them.
He couldn't just say, "You were drunk last night and lay on my shoulder, yelling that I smelled so good," right?
Jiang Yan kept insisting, so Sang Zhi had to take it half-believingly. After sniffing it for a long time, he said, "It smells like alcohol."
My uncle just came back from practicing Ba Duan Jin with Sang Bei.
Hearing this, he snorted, "You guys drank my wine while I was asleep last night!"
Although Sangzhi's head was not so clear after the hangover, it was still enough to deal with him.
"I didn't see the bottle this morning. Did you hide it? Didn't you sneak a couple of drinks while you were hiding it?"
I saw the annoyance on his face.
Sang Zhi said ruthlessly, "Your share for this week is gone."
After sentencing him, he looked at Jiang Yan again. Strange, he looked strange today.
Thinking about my tendency to get drunk easily after drinking one glass of wine, I felt a little nervous and asked him if he had done anything out of the ordinary last night.
Jiang Yan looked at her intently for a few seconds and said no.
Then he pointed at the clothes and said, "You said last night that this clothes had the scent of aconite. What is aconite?"
Sangzhi was puzzled. Is there?
I took the clothes and smelled them carefully again, but still nothing.
Maybe the smell was originally very light, and after being left overnight, it completely dissipated. But since he asked about Aconitum carmichaelii, Sangzhi explained it to him.
"Plants such as Aconitum kusnezoffii, Chuanwu, and Aconite are traditional Chinese medicines that have the effects of relieving pain, promoting qi and stopping bleeding, dispelling wind and dampness, and relaxing muscles and tendons."
"Many people use it to make medicinal wine, which can be applied externally."
"But these plants also contain a lot of alkaloids, the main toxic component being aconitine. This stuff is really strong.
Isn’t there a story about a killer who kills people with his one shot of blood in the novel?
This is probably about the same as that, and about 2 milligrams can kill someone."
Jiang Yan nodded in understanding and asked her what symptoms would occur if she was poisoned by this type of poison.
"Abdominal pain, cardiac arrhythmia, or respiratory failure."
That’s right, this is what the military doctor said during the examination.
But Old Li was already old, and he was not very cooperative after being arrested. The symptoms before his death were also considered to be old age diseases, so these were ignored.
It was a good idea to come here last night.
Jiang Yan picked up his clothes and prepared to leave.
Sangzhi was curious, "Not eating anymore?"
"No more."
Jiang Yan was about to leave when he stopped and looked at her with a troubled look on his face. Finally, he said, "You'd better not drink anymore from now on."
After everyone left, Sangzhi realized that she must have done something extremely outrageous when she was drunk last night.
Maybe the pancake-like quilt was also his work.
Her eyes are dull. What should I do? She wouldn't touch anyone or sleep with them, right?
We agreed to have vegetable pancakes today last night.
Chives, bean sprouts, vermicelli and cabbage, with an egg beaten in it. The skin is crispy and paired with various vegetables inside, it is refreshing and tasty.
Although she made two cans of maple syrup that failed last night, the children didn't care whether the taste was pure or not.
Instead of drinking porridge in the morning, he made this with boiling water and paired it with crispy vegetable pancakes. He just felt that life was so wonderful.
Sang Bei finished eating one and a half, and saw that his sister had left half, so he took it and wrapped it up.
"Is it tasty?"
The child's cheeks puffed up and he nodded.
“I had a bit of a hard time.”
"It's not bitter, Kazkaz."
Sangzhi asked him to make her a cup of maple water.
“This is also very bitter.”
"Is it bitter? It's sweet. Is there something wrong with your taste buds?"
The child refused to eat the food in his hand and looked at her worriedly. Sangzhi shook her head and drank some water, but it still tasted bitter.
"Oh, it's not the food that's bitter, it's my heart that's bitter."
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