Although Xie Bufeng’s injury was deep, it was not complicated.
The original owner specializes in treating difficult and miscellaneous diseases and has never engaged in such time-wasting and technically unchallenging wounds.
To avoid going out of character, Wen Qingci took out a porcelain bottle from the medicine box and gently placed it beside Xie Bufeng before leaving for the hall.
However, Xie Bufeng didn’t pick it up.
The young man glanced at the wound medicine, gritted his teeth, stood up, and walked around it as if he hadn’t seen it.
…Xie Bufeng has no interest in this kind of charity.
As the muscles tightened and exerted force, the injury on the calf tore again.
Crimson footprints extend from the hall.
But his steps never stopped for a moment.
…
Wen Qingci’s schedule is packed.
He finally had an hour’s rest at noon, and he didn’t waste it.
“…Wen Xiansheng, the Yuguang Palace is ahead, where His Highness resides temporarily.” The little eunuch led the way and carefully changed the food box into a handheld bag.
In addition to the freshly brewed medicinal tonic, Wen Qingci’s handmade lunch was also inside.
In palace dramas, the allowances for unfavored concubines and princes and princesses are often withheld.
Knowing the routine, Wen Qingci checked the food sent to the Yuguang Palace early in the morning, only to find that the kitchen had kept back the good ingredients, leaving behind only fatty meat that was difficult to eat, or… .who knows which part of the leftover material.
How can the future big boss eat such things?
After some internal conflict, Wen Qingci decided to do it himself.
In his original world, Wen Qingci had a congenital illness and was abandoned at birth, only to be adopted by an elderly couple who ran a traditional Chinese medicine clinic when he was five years old.
His foster parents were very busy, so he learned to cook from a young age.
Whenever he was free, Wen Qingci would deliver prepared meals to the clinic until the two elders passed away a few years ago.
The Yuguang Palace is the most remote courtyard in the entire Taishu Palace.
The terrain here is low-lying and humid, and no one has lived there for hundreds of years.
The trees planted by the previous dynasty blocked the sky and the sun, and wrapped the palace garden whose vermilion paint had faded. It was obviously noon, but it looked ghostly.
Wen Qingci took the food box from the little eunuch and pushed the palace gate while saying, “You wait here, I’ll go in alone.”
Before he could finish his sentence, a stone flew out of nowhere, heading straight for his eyes.
Like an arrow, piercing through the air.
“——Ah!” The little eunuch was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.
Wen Qingci: !!!
Without thinking, he instinctively raised his hand to block in front of his eyes.
The next moment, his fingertips hurt.
By the time Wen Qingci realized it, he had already caught the stone in his hand.
Just like playing chess.
The young man in the courtyard squinted, slightly disappointed as he put down the lamb in his arms. “What a pity.”
There was no hint of regret or apology in Xie Bufeng’s words.
Wen Qingci raised his wrist and slowly rotated the stone in his hand, observing it in the sunlight. “Is this His Highness’s gift for today’s meeting?”
…If this blow had landed in his eyes, the consequences would have been unimaginable. But not only was Wen Qingci not angry, he even smiled back at Xie Bufeng.
The young man’s fist hit the cotton.
Xie Bufeng raised his eyes and slowly squinted, carefully examining Wen Qingci.
The sunlight passed through the gaps in the trees, falling into the young man’s eyes and reflecting the iris into a light golden color.
Like a wild beast lurking in the jungle.
At this moment, all Xie Bufeng could hear was the shouting of the little eunuch.
He still didn’t hear Wen Qingci’s voice.
Even though he already understood that the other party regarded him as nothing more than a rabbit for experimentation, he couldn’t help but probe.
The less he heard Wen Qingci’s true thoughts, the more he wanted to destroy the gentle facade before him, and the more he wanted to know… what exactly could make Wen Qingci lose his composure?
Wen Qingci was standing right in front of him, but he seemed to be drifting like a cloud in the sky.
Provoking him, forcing him to become raindrops and fall into the mud…
Wen Qingci felt his scalp numb under Xie Bufeng’s gaze.
He let go of the stone in his hand and walked straight in, placing the food box on the stone table in front of Xie Bufeng.
At the same time, he couldn’t help but lower his head and secretly rubbed his fingertips.
The introduction of this “immortal-faced demon” in the original work was mainly focused on the medical aspect.
After arriving in this world, Wen Qingci only accidentally heard from palace maids chatting that the hidden weapons of the Valley of Divine Physicians were as famous in the martial world as their techniques.
He had been busy with note-taking the past few days and hadn’t had time to verify.
It wasn’t until just now, with his reflexive catch, that Wen Qingci confirmed the rumors were true.
The original owner really knows about
Almost being hit in the eye by a stone, Wen Qingci should have been angry.
But this discovery instantly diluted his anger, making him feel much better and more confident.
The lid of the box was opened, and the fragrance came out.
Wen Qingci took out the medicine and the dishes filled with food: “This is an anti-inflammatory and analgesic decoction. Your Highness, remember to drink it as soon as possible. Your injury has not healed yet, so it is better to eat something lighter.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the fluffy little lamb appeared out of nowhere. It tilted its head and looked at Wen Qingci curiously, and called out “baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa””
“Little guy, are you hungry too?” Wen Qingci leaned down and touched the lamb’s head.
The lamb seemed to understand what he said and jumped up on the spot.
Wen Qingci couldn’t help but pinch its ears gently.
The wooden food box was neatly filled with dishes. The dishes inside were exquisite and rich, completely different from what Xie Bufeng had seen this morning…
In addition to beef bones, the soup cup also contains angelica root and ginseng. This is obviously not the work of the kitchen.
A ridiculous idea came to Xie BuFeng’s mind:
The dishes in front of me were made by Wen Qingci.
Is this another charity from him?
“Your Highness?” Seeing Xie Bufeng standing still, Wen Qingci couldn’t help but stand up, chuckled and waved his hand in front of his eyes, “Aren’t you hungry?”
The blue-colored medicinal jade bracelet slipped down with his movements.
A section of slender white wrist was exposed, with dazzling dark purple fingerprints.
Xie Bufeng looked away.
He saw a dead branch placed in the middle of the food box.
——Wen Qingci once said that he should find a poplar wood to use for rabbits to grind their teeth.
“Wen Xiansheng is really considerate,” Xie Bufeng glanced at the food on the table and mocked casually, “He treats people and rabbits equally well.”
rabbit?
Why did Xie Bufeng suddenly mention this…
After saying this, Xie Bufeng picked up the lamb again, turned around and walked into the hall.
The lamb was stunned for a moment, then lay on the young man’s shoulder and reluctantly bleated twice to Wen Qingci.
The young man’s figure is still upright, but his steps are a little staggering.
…It is not an exaggeration to say that the wound medicine in the Valley of Divine physicians is “flesh and bones”.
Looking at it like this, Xie Bufeng not only failed to treat the wound properly, he even didn’t use the medicine he left at all.
He didn’t appreciate it at all.
In an instant, what Xie Bufeng said just now emerged in Wen Qingci’s heart again.
He suddenly realized – Xie Bufeng seemed to compare himself to the rabbit that the original owner used for experiments?
The future big boss is still just a sixteen-year-old boy.
…Isn’t it okay to scare?
Wen Qingci did not refuse him, but continued what he was doing. While taking out the dishes from the food box one by one and placing them on the table, he said casually: “Your Highness, you can rest assured, and there is no need to have any burden. ”
The young man paused in his steps.
Wen Qingci followed Xie Bufeng’s train of thought and continued: “I’m not doing this to help you, just to test the medicine. If you are in good health, I can continue with what I am doing. This is not pity, it’s just a transaction.”
Wen Qingci’s voice was very soft.
But every word fell heavily on Xie Bufeng’s heart.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” Wen Qingci put down the dishes and stood up straight again, “Today’s meals are all made according to my taste. If Your Highness doesn’t like it, remember to tell me.”
After finishing speaking, he smiled softly at the young man.
Xie Bufeng had the experience of being insulted and looked down upon by others, but he had no experience of receiving kindness from others.
He instinctively rejected all this.
Rather than saying “this is for your own good” in a roundabout way, it’s better to admit outright that you are taking advantage.
This is in line with the usual logic in Xie Bufeng’s world.
The steaming meals were placed all over the stone table, and the aroma penetrated directly into people’s nostrils.
The young man slowly hugged the lamb in his arms tightly.
“Alright,” Wen Qingci picked up the empty food box and nodded slightly at Xie Bufeng, “I’ll have someone come to clean up the dishes in an hour.” His steps were extremely light, and a breeze swept through the gap in the palace gate, carrying his moon-white figure, dispersing into nothingness.
The Yuguang Palace fell silent.
Xie Bufeng still stood in place, rubbing the lamb’s head, then letting it jump out of his arms.
…
Just as Wen Qingci arrived at the door of the Imperial Medical Bureau, he heard a commotion.
“Please, Physician Yu!” A palace maid knelt in front of the Imperial physician’s desk, pleading, “Consort Lan fainted just now, please go and have a look!” Her face was full of anxiety.
The green silk robe on the palace maid’s body had long since turned pale from washing, making her look particularly shabby.
The imperial physician ordered the paper to fly down without even raising his head: “It’s Lady Lan.”
Several months ago, imperial concubine Lan was sent to the Cold Palace and demoted to Lady Lan.
“Yes… yes,” the palace maid hesitated for a moment and continued, “Lady Lan just fainted.”
The imperial physician finally looked up, stroking his already white beard, smiling, and asking, “And now, is she awake?”
Seeing the imperial physician’s reply, the palace maid hurriedly said, “She’s awake, but…”
The imperial physician, Yu Guanlin, is seventy-three years old this year.
He has been practicing medicine for decades, and he has an air of immortality and a kind smile.
But today, his words gave the palace maid a chill in her heart.
Physician Yu suddenly interrupted, “Then there’s nothing wrong, is there? Alright, alright, Miss Ming Liu, you go back and take care of Lady Lan. It’s meaningless to stay here.”
Ming Liu bit her lip tightly… A few months ago, even if Consort Lan sneezed, Master Yu would take his medicine box and rush to inquire after her.
During her years in the palace, it was not like she had never seen the harsh reality… But Consort Lan and Physician Yu Guanlin had known each other for twenty years, and the old physician had received many gifts from Consort Lan before.
She originally thought that, even if it was just for old times sake, Physician Yu would show some reaction.
The Imperial Medical Bureau had over two hundred people, and there was a constant stream of people in the front hall.
Everyone passing by here would cast their eyes on Ming Liu and whisper with their companions.
She clenched her fists silently.
“Physician Yu, I know you’re busy, but Lady Lan’s health can’t be delayed,” Ming Liu’s voice trembled, “Can you send someone to check on her? Just find any physician!”
“No, no,” Physician Yu became impatient, “The Imperial Medical Bureau is already short-staffed. No one can spare the time! I advise you to–“
Before Physician Yu could finish, he was suddenly interrupted, “I will go.”
The front hall of the Imperial Medical Bureau fell silent in an instant, and everyone’s gaze fell on the visitor.
The mention of “strange symptoms” by the palace maid piqued his curiosity.
Wen Qingci put down the food box and walked over slowly, nodding gently. “Miss Ming Liu, please take me to see Lady Lan.”
It’s like trying to win over a feral, injured animal. But I believe in Qungci!