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It is now approaching noon, and under the dry and hot air, there are occasionally two or three sounds of the cries of grasshoppers and cicadas. People in the world can also take this opportunity to temporarily brush away some of the restlessness caused by the unwarranted fire and the sultry atmosphere caused by drought, adding a bit of coolness and joy.
This kind of pleasant coolness has a magical power that makes people open their hearts. For example, a gust of dry wind blowing by can make people sigh that it is very comfortable; someone passing over a few bowls of tea and shochu can also make people send words of thanks without reservation.
The people in the back hall were bustling and busy over the remaining medicinal materials. Now that all the stored medicines have been destroyed, we can only select the usable ones from the remaining ten baskets just picked from the mountains, and then cast spells on them.
The medicine boys are making medicinal soup one moment, and the next moment they are facing the begging hands of dozens of patients. After thinking about it in the end, we could only decide to put the seriously ill first and try our best to comfort those who have not been able to buy medicine. Although some people did not buy medicine, their gratitude to Zhangjia Pharmacy was beyond words, and some even comforted the little medicine boys who had made difficult choices.
However, in such an environment, there is still a quiet place in Zhangjia Pharmacy. A man and a woman lived there, carefully listening to each other's words and observing each other's expressions.
When the young swordsman asked what happened, the woman in front of him always hesitated and looked ashamed. In addition, her face was haggard, with her brows furrowed as if she had been tortured for several days. This will naturally make it even more difficult for people to understand her difficulties, and it will inevitably make the young man feel confused and helpless about her various abnormalities.
As expected, the two of them got along without saying a word for a long time. Bai Feng raised his sword and wanted to go back and continue to wait in front of the threshold, waiting for news about Zhao Kuo and others. Then he said: "As long as you are fine, I will Then you can go about your business with peace of mind..." Then he stood up and left.
After a moment, Murong Yan seemed to have woken up from a big dream, and said, "Wait a minute!" When the other party stopped, turned around and looked at each other, she said again: "Brother Feng, do you still remember where the string of bells on your body is?" A gift from time?"
"Um..." Bai Feng immediately untied the mysterious object that connected the two of them, walked back to the bed, handed it to the other party to play with, and replied: "It was in Yangcheng, when I was preparing to lead everyone to conquer the rogue bandits. .”
"Did this little thing ever protect you for a moment?" Murong Yan looked at the bell in her hand and admired it several times.
The young swordsman thought that he might have neglected the other party for a long time, and instantly understood the intention of the witch in front of him, so he replied: "There must be some... Every time I move away, I can hear the crisp sound." I can't help but think of you, and naturally I want to escape from all kinds of fights and see you sooner... You only know that I never believe in those stories of gods and ghosts, but God actually allows me to be with Yan When our children meet... Hahaha! Do you think this is God's will?"
"God's will... maybe?" Murong Yan's eyebrows gradually relaxed, her long eyes slightly curved, and she looked at the other party with a slight smile. She seemed very satisfied with the other party's answer, so she replied: "Actually, these days in Xiahe Town, I almost I'm troubled by that 'strong uneasiness' every day. You must have discovered that the more strange I look, the more bad things will happen..."
As soon as he finished speaking, seeing Murong Yan's worries coming up again, Bai Feng comforted her: "Yan'er, no one has ever thought about the current situation. There is no need to be so ashamed!"
"Of course I understand! I just... don't want to escape anymore." Murong Yan looked at the copper bell in her hand and said earnestly: "Ever since the Fu family fled to the west, the feeling of 'unease' in my heart has become stronger. In the past I can still have my mother to relieve my worries, but after losing her, I completely lost my direction. All I wanted to do was stay away from that kind of 'uneasiness' and escape to a place I thought was safe. Going around and around, I also Brother Feng, you have met."
After saying that, the "Xianbei witch" quickly opened the quilt, fell on the other party's body, and sobbed slightly: "The night we met was the most peaceful night in my life... Since that night, I have been deeply moved in my heart. The fear that was about to start has subsided by nearly half. Perhaps it is true as my mother said. Only by following you can I completely eliminate such uneasiness - my 'destined person'."
"Yan'er? The implication is..."
"Yes, my mother performed divination and sacrifices for the people at that time, to relieve people's worries and help people achieve things, presumably to ease the feelings in their hearts. Now that we have met the Taoist Sima Tu again, the uneasiness in our hearts has surged again, presumably It is also related to the fate of the people of Xiahe Town. Therefore, I want to help them this time. No matter what brother Feng decides, I will not object. Only leaving them at this time of life and death, I will never Just agree.”
After finishing speaking, Murong Yan straightened up, wiped her eyes, smiled stubbornly at the stunned young man in front of her, and then tied the string of bells to his body. Just as he was about to finish the last sentence, Zhao Xiaomei's call came from outside the dormitory.
"Mr. Bai, my brother and the others are back and are eager to find you!"
After hearing this, Murong Yan finally responded with a bright smile on her face and said: "Go quickly, remember to tell me the new news when you come back, and go to the carriage to fetch for me the pile of classics left by Mr. Qian. After all, , it’s boring to stay in bed all day.”
"Okay." Bai Feng responded and immediately closed the door and left.
Following the little sister's lead, Bai Feng walked to the side hall of the pharmacy, where two panting and sweating men were sitting. I saw Zhang and Zhao Kuo drinking water in big gulps, like hungry ghosts who had never drank water in their previous lives, but they drank seven bowls of water in an instant.
"Brother Zhao, Doctor Zhang, what's going on?" Bai Feng asked after sitting down. He was also about to drink from the pot, but inadvertently, Zhao Kuo snatched it away.
"Brother Bai, wait a minute, we stayed in that damn place all morning and didn't drink a drop of water!" Zhao Kuo devoured it as if he were drinking wine, and in an instant he slapped the bowl, which was not much smaller than his face, on his face in one breath. Afraid of wasting a drop of water.
"Where's Sister Ying?" Zhao Xiaomei asked curiously when she saw that only the two young masters had returned.
After Zhang heard it, the "mellow wine" in his mouth had not yet been swallowed, so he tried to answer hastily, but he choked on it, causing him to cough several times, and then he replied: "My cousin, she thought there was no place to take a bath in the pharmacy, so she Go back to Taiping Temple to repair yourself before coming here."
Not long after they talked, the Miao girl Ajuan also ran out from the back hall holding a red flower. When she saw Zhao Kuo, she rushed up to him and greeted him cordially as if she were meeting a close friend she hadn't seen for many years: "Zhao Kuo" Kuo, look, look, our little flowers are blooming! I just saw you in the carriage this morning, and you were running away for such a long time!"
"Okay, Ajuan, don't make trouble here! Brother Bai, do you know that Sima Tu made us stand in the yellow wind for a long time, saying that he wanted to 'ask for rain', we must be sincere in our hearts, no one can You have to look at the sky when eating or drinking! That old man is really angry!" Zhao Kuo said as he pushed Ajuan to the side and continued to drink heavily.
"What exactly does Sima Tu want?" Bai Feng asked.
"If our Imperial Master sincerely prays for rain, it will be a blessing for Xiahe Town." When Zhang saw that Zhao Kuo was haunted by "poisonous flowers", he answered himself: "Although Uncle E has already written The imperial court requested that the deadline for treating the plague be postponed, but there has been no rain in Xiahe Town for half a year, can you just ask for this rain?"
Zhao Kuo immediately said: "There is one more thing. E Bing still wants to invite Brother Bai to a party no matter what, and that Taoist Sima Tu even wants Brother Bai to bring your 'confidante'. What do you think about this? All have ulterior motives!"
"What should we do! Mr. Bai?" Seeing this situation, the little girl on the side immediately panicked. It must be that Sima Tu had a very bad impression on her.
This was not the first time that the young swordsman had fought against Sima Tu, so he knew the other side's insidiousness. So, everyone decided to take a long-term approach, just to be sure.
