An Sheng casually picked up a book from the bookshelf and flipped through the title: "Qimen Fangshu"? Could it be that the cold god doctor is still interested in the crooked ways of these charlatans? ”

Qianzhou shook his head solemnly: "It is not the methods of the Taoists who cheat and deceive, but records many real secret recipes. This book is already the only one, but my son-in-law disdains. ”

Between his words, it was obvious that he admired Leng Nanxian.

"Really?" An Sheng flipped through the two pages casually, and he felt that his eyes lit up and he couldn't put it down.

Qianzhou still has something to do, and after explaining, he went out to take care of himself.

An Sheng responded absentmindedly, she remembered the purpose of her trip, reluctantly put the book in her hand, sat down to index according to the table of contents, and copied those dietary prescriptions as they were. Then I opened the book "Qimen Fangshu", read it hungrily, and excerpted the good recipes in it.

An Sheng is not as good as her sister An Ran, but her words are beautiful, and she is not as upright and delicate as other women in her boudoir, but she is just like her previous temperament.

When Leng Nanxian pushed the door in, the evening sun spread in, and what Leng Nanxian saw was the silhouette of An Sheng engrossed in the pen and walking.

Her spine was straight, like the bush of bamboo in front of the window. reminded him of the pride hidden in her stubborn and upright posture when Shicai first met in the Xia family's mansion, under the whipping of the storm.

Leng Nanxian walked in gently, his steps were light and his feet were not dusty.

An Sheng didn't raise his head, just went and returned as a thousand boats.

"Please allow me a little longer, and I'll be fine right away."

Leng Nanxian stood behind her, lowered her eyes, and instantly became a little angry, snatched the brush from her hand and threw it aside.

The tip of the brush dipped in thick ink slid through An Sheng's palm, leaving a trace of ink in her hand.

An Sheng raised his head in surprise, and Leng Nanxian was glaring angrily behind her: "Copying such a harmful method shows that the intentions are not right. ”

An Sheng seemed to have been caught as a thief, lowered his head in embarrassment, and said in a low voice: "It's just a moment of curiosity." ”

"Curious?" Leng Nanxian's face sank like water, and she picked up the recipe she had copied just now, and she was already preconceived and prejudiced in her heart.

"There are so many ways to save the world here, why don't you copy it, and practice this kind of poison art when you are born?"

An Sheng wants to say that it is difficult for him to protect himself, and it is difficult to live, where does the compassionate bodhisattva heart come from? I am facing a vicious and murderous stepmother scumbag, learn those medical skills, can I only heal myself when I am tortured to death?

The words swirled on the tip of his tongue, swallowed, and stubbornly changed his mouth to a hard mouth: "Because my wounds never need to be healed, and those ways to help the world and save people are just extravagant decorations for me." ”

"So these harmful methods are very important to you?"

"Yes," An Sheng said loudly: "At the very least, you can save your life." ”

Leng Nanxian saw a lot of sisters in the mansion and his stepmother abusing the children of the first room, and he also felt that he had made a final decision, and his words were a little heavy. After a moment of silence, he stretched out his hand, and there was a white porcelain medicine bottle in his palm.

An Sheng looked at him calmly.

He pursed his thin lips: "This is an ointment to reduce swelling and remove stasis, which may help the wound on your face." ”

An Sheng raised his hand and touched his cheek, still burning in pain.

She tugged at the corners of her lips forcefully, still stubbornly refusing: "Thank you, no need." ”

She lowered her head, her messy hair hanging down, obscuring the emotion in her eyes. Leng Nanxian's hand froze in place again.

Then, she stretched out her hand, sorted out the diet prescription from the table, saw that the ink was dry, rolled it into a roll, held it in her hand, turned her back, and walked out.

Qianzhou stood at the door, saw her go out with her head bored, and said unconvinced: "Why are you so ignorant? What my son-in-law gave you was a snow lotus that removed saprophytic muscles, and it was rare to find a daughter. It's the first time I've seen a stubborn girl like you. ”

An Sheng hooked his lips and smiled sarcastically: "There will be new injuries after the old injuries are healed, what can a bottle of Snow Lotus Qing be used for?" ”

"Why are you so ignorant?" Qianzhou was immediately furious.

An Sheng passed by Qianzhou, and had already left the house in high spirits, turned around and took a deep look at the four gilded characters of "Medicine Hand Fragrance", got into the carriage gloomily, and walked away.

Leng Nanxian looked down at the paper in his hand, the handwriting was timeless, the ink fragrance was still there, and the iron painting silver hook seemed to penetrate the back of the paper, and it also penetrated the stubborn spirit of the master.

"Who is that man?" Qianzhou couldn't help muttering: "When I look at my temper, it stinks." ”

Leng Nanxian's eyes penetrated the blue bricks and blue tiles, and he seemed to be able to see that in the carriage that had gone away, a 128 girl was sitting opposite him, with the bumps of the carriage, frowning lightly, biting her lip flap, and enduring the pain of the scars on her body. Her thick, curly eyelashes believed all the emotion underneath her eyes.

After being stunned for a long time, Leng Nanxian lightly opened his thin lips and said quietly: "Xia Ansheng, the second lady of the Household Department Wailang Xia Mansion!" ”

Xia Ansheng sat in the carriage back home, and felt two points of timidity in his heart. She was afraid that when she returned home, she would face an increasingly severe storm.

How I hope that I can drive the carriage all the way out of Beijing and fly away, and I don't have to look at the disgusting faces of Xue and Xia Ziwu again. Whether it's wandering outside, or not having enough to eat, no matter how much suffering there is, it's always a hundred times stronger than the Xia family's cold place like an ice cave.

The thought flashed through her mind, and she even thought about putting it into action. However, he quickly rejected his own idea. My sister is still here, although she is out of the control of the Xue family, Xia Ziwu has always been eyeing the Meng family. If she is not there, it is difficult to guarantee that she will not dig out her mind, enter the Meng Mansion, and poison her sister.

Also, A-Niang's revenge always has to be avenged, if she retreats and escapes, A-Niang will die without turning a blind eye.

She's not going anywhere.

An Sheng cleaned up his messy thoughts, stopped at the door of the pharmacy, wrapped the herbs for Xia Zixian according to Leng Nanxian's recipe, and then used the remaining silver taels to secretly buy a little cheap medicinal powder and hide it on his body.

Although Leng Nanxian took back all the lists, she had always had a good memory, and after copying it, she memorized a few simple recipes in her heart.

After the things are bought, they naturally return the way they came.

Unexpectedly, when the Xue family saw her come back, Xu was in front of Xia Yuanwai, but he didn't feel sorry for her, but just complained about two things like she had been there for a long time, so he instructed her to decoct the medicine and send it to Xia Zixian.

Xia Zixian has been soaking in the medicine jar all the year round, but she hates the taste of herbs, lest she spoil the elegance of her yard, so the decoction is still in the kitchen.

An Sheng didn't understand, there were obviously three servant women and girls in Xia Zixian's yard, why did she have to be asked to decoct the medicine by name? She worked hard to fry the decoction, and then personally served it to Xia Zixian.

As soon as An Sheng stepped into the courtyard, Xia Zixian hurriedly ordered the girl Zhishu to step forward and take the decoction, looking flattered and unhappy: "How can the second sister of labor personally send it over?" ”

Xia Zixian looks radiant today, and her spirit is surprisingly good, it seems that this cold divine doctor really lives up to its reputation, and a few silver needles can see immediate results.

An Sheng didn't answer and asked, "You look much better." ”

Xia Zixian smiled shyly, and two blushes gradually blurred on her pale cheeks: "Shicai has barely sat down for tea, so I have been looking forward to this elixir, who would have thought that my sister would go for so long." Could it be that the Cold God Doctor's Mansion is quite far away from us? ”

An Sheng nodded: "Out of the downtown area, in the remote suburbs of Beijing, and the road was congested for a while when I returned home." ”

"I heard that those high-gate compounds, you have to change to a sedan chair when you enter the mansion, otherwise you need to walk for a long time, right?"

An Shengfu shook his head again: "It's not a high-gate compound, it's just an ordinary family." ”

There was obvious disappointment on Xia Zixian's face, and An Sheng suddenly became a little alert.