Early in the morning of the second day, Zhu Yan got up and tinkered with these medicinal herbs.

Bai Ping was careful and careful, so she gave Zhu Yan a hand on the side, and Xingye was bored, so she could only sit on the side and stretch her neck to watch.

She really didn't understand what the effect of mashing those herbs into mud with a small stone pestle, or soaking them in sesame oil, or soaking them in water, like Zhu Yan and Bai Ping did.

She remembered that Zhu Yan said yesterday that these medicinal materials were highly poisonous, and she asked Rong Niang to bring them to her, just to make some poison in case anything happened in the future.

Bai Ping first tried every means to dissuade her, and then Zhu Yan moved out of the reason for self-preservation, and Bai Ping reluctantly agreed, but she still inevitably chattered all night, and told Zhu Yan not to use it lightly, so as not to be caught in the wrong place.

In fact, Zhu Yan was quite reluctant to sit in the house early in the morning to ponder these things, but Yuan Rin had instructed yesterday that the road in this Bon Garden was tortuous, and there were some mechanisms, so she should not step out of the courtyard at will, so as not to be injured by mistake - otherwise she really wanted to meet the miraculous healer who was said to have lived for more than 100 years and was still her great-grandfather, Doctor Wang.

No one in this world knows the exact name of the king's divine doctor, and he himself is silent about the past, but he is only single-mindedly doing two things—studying pharmacology and mechanisms.

Therefore, people who know him are respectfully called him a "miracle doctor", not only because of his excellent medical skills, but also because this person's experience is legendary, and this high life span through war is enough for people to worship him as a god.

However, so far, Zhu Yan could only listen to the original little girl in the Bon Garden tell about the various miracles of the miracle doctor, while half-heartedly directing Bai Ping to deal with those medicinal herbs.

That little girl's name is Caicai. Since I was a child, I have been working in the Bon Garden, and when I talk about the stories of the miracle doctor, I haven't stopped talking about it.

For example, six years ago. The miracle doctor was alone in his house tinkering with saltpeter and charcoal powder, and as soon as he was not careful, he blew up the house, and it is said that the white hair and white beard were dyed into black hair and black beard, and he was rejuvenated at once.

For example, four years ago, the miracle doctor was a little confused, saying that he went out to collect medicine alone, but he got lost in the town. If Yuan Rin hadn't happened to have something to look for him that day, he might have been sent to Puji Hall by those people in the town as an old man who had lost his family.

Zhu Yan listened to these clown-like behaviors. While flipping through the volume of "Wang's Strange Illness Collection" brought from Jiangnan, I really couldn't imagine that such a lovely old man and the person who wrote this rigorous style of study are the same.

Caicai is happy to say. But he suddenly swallowed. Then he jumped up with a "puff", "It's Childe here!" ”

Zhu Yan couldn't help but stand up and go to the door to greet her, although she also wanted to be self-conscious, but yesterday Yuan Rin left in a hurry after she woke up, and she didn't come back until now, how could she not worry.

Yuan Rin changed into a dark shirt, and the dark blue satin edge shone with an unpredictable brilliance in the sun, swaying his handsome face with a smile on his face.

"Yan. Come with me. ”

Zhu Yan was stunned for a moment, then turned back and ordered Bai Ping. "You take a break first, talk to Xingye and Caicai for a while, and it's not too late for me to come back and study again."

As soon as he stepped out of the house, Zhu Yan was stunned.

In the bright sunlight of the early morning, there was a woman in a scarlet skirt standing vividly, and a crested hairpin on her head swayed and swayed with the wind, like a phoenix chirping in the nine heavens.

Zhu Yan heard his excited voice, "Sister Shu, why are you here?" ”

His worried eyes curled slightly, and he chuckled at her, "I'm here to visit you, don't you like Sister Yan?" ”

"How could you not like it?" Zhu Yan stepped forward with a smile, although she was pleasantly surprised, she couldn't help but worry about it, this capital is not a place where she can come back if she says back.

"Go over there." Yuan Rin pointed to the hexagonal pavilion in the southwest corner, "The tea set has been prepared." ”

"Thank you." The voice of relief was much softer than before, and only at the end of each sentence there were some smoothed edges.

Zhu Yan looked at Relief in surprise, she knew that Relief was never a person who could say thank you lightly, nor was she a person who could speak softly.

In Zhu Yan's impression, she has always been arrogant, so arrogant that she doesn't want to talk to ordinary people, let alone laugh, but today she is a little abnormal, is it because Huaiming Town is close to Shangjing?

"Sister Shu......" Zhu Yan skillfully made tea while carefully glancing at her from time to time.

She has been a princess since she was a child, and she will learn some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she does not touch these things, and then left the capital, busy with her livelihood, and naturally has no leisure to learn these.

"I arrived in Huaiming Town half a month ago, together with Aunt Silk Zhen." Relieved the worries and grabbed the celadon cup she handed over, sniffed the fragrance of tea slightly, raised his eyes and landed a slightly cold gaze on Zhu Yan's neck, as if he wanted to see the situation underneath through the shawl she wrapped around it.

Zhu Yan put down the fair cup in his hand and pulled the narrow tulle uncomfortably.

"Serious injuries?" I had already heard Yuan Rin mention yesterday's incident, and now I saw her wrapped tightly in the summer, most likely because she didn't want people to see the scars.

"It doesn't matter." Zhu Yan smiled, after filtering out the tea residue, he picked up a small bamboo brush to clean the wall of the cup, and the sandalwood came out from the hollow incense box, lingering in the air.

Even if you don't taste tea, this coherent action like flowing clouds and water, and the elegant scene like a deep stream and pine wind, have made people enjoy it very much.

"No wonder those literati have crowded into the Void Garden." relieved his worries, lowered his head and looked at himself reflected in the tea, his eyebrows were slightly lonely, "In the past, he was Uncle Ju, but now he is Sister Yan, and the Xuyuan is too attractive to those scholars who chase elegance." ”

But what does this qiē have to do with her? She felt that she had always been separated from this world.

She doesn't understand the bitterness and joy of others; Her bitterness and joy are also incomprehensible.

"Sister Shu...... Are you planning to enter the capital? Zhu Yan noticed her unusual sadness, her heart was slightly sullen, and she lowered her head and said to herself, "Are you here to say goodbye to me?" ”

She knows that once she returns to Beijing, there is a chance that she will enter the palace as a concubine, and at that time, it will be nine deaths and no longer see each other.

He just smiled, raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes to find the strong sunlight, and his voice was a little ethereal, "I'm going to visit my father tomorrow...... Whatever he does, I will comply. ”

“…… Sister Shu doesn't regret it? Zhu Yan's hands couldn't help shaking, and the celadon in his hand slammed on the edge of the carved stone table, making a crisp sound.

"No regrets." "What I regret the most in my life is that I was born in the emperor's family, what can I regret more than this incident?" (To be continued......)