Chapter 30 Recuperation

I moved to the Eight Immortals Table and sat down. The sound of steady footsteps came. Mr. Zhang walked into the room with a warm smile on his face.

Miss, do you feel better?" When I saw Mr. Zhang again, I looked at him carefully. This man is in his early thirties, but his unoutstanding facial features make people feel comfortable. Zhou has a reassuring power under his body, which is quite in line with his status as a doctor. I held my head and searched for his name in my mind, and finally remembered the word of compassion for his surname.

"Occasionally, there will be a dull pain in the wound. Mr. Lao, please treat Nianqing again."

Zhang Min smiled and said nothing, came over and helped me gently untie the gauze on my wrist, looked at my hand repeatedly, and said, "Prince Che ordered someone to take the good wound medicine, and I will use it for the young lady." I smiled faintly, but Zhang Min is really good at talking.

Zhang Min finished taking the medicine for me and prescribed some tonic prescriptions for me to take it. I looked at him with a bitter face and took medicine. Although I was not afraid, I rejected him from the bottom of my heart.

"Miss, don't worry, it's all tonics, and the taste is not bitter." Zhang Min looked at me like a child and comforted me.

"Mr. misunderstood. Nianqing is not afraid of the bitter taste, but he doesn't want to drink some soup, which makes him feel sick.

"Miss, this is too much to worry. With all due respect, your body is not strong. It is really beneficial and harmless to take some tonic medicine.

"Nianqing is also clear about this. Thank you for your concern."

"Miss is too kind."

I squeezed my lips and smiled, put my hand on the Jinsi Nan wooden table, raised my eyes and said to Zhang Min, "I wonder if you can enjoy chatting with Nianqing?"

"I'm here, but it's disrespectful." Zhang Min nodded slightly and did not object to my proposal.

"Ziqin, go and make a pot of tea." Ziqin retreated. When she was about to go out, I added, "Use the golden silk dragon well I brought back."

"Yes, miss." Ziqin's fine footsteps gradually faded away. I looked at Zhang Min with a smile and said lightly, "Nianqing, I don't know that you and Your Highness are old acquaintances. Yesterday was rude."

"Miss's true nature, why do you have to care about these common things?" I was stunned and didn't expect Zhang Min to say so.

"Mr.'s vision is really sharp, and Nianqing admires it." I muttered in my heart, why don't people I know have a fuel-efficient lamp?

"Miss's praise." Zhang Min still smiled indifferently, making people completely unable to see their emotions, as if their "praise" was very useful.

"Excuse me, sir, how many days will it take for Nianqing's injury to heal?" I don't want to continue to fight with him, so I have to change the topic to my injury, which is the most practical problem.

"If you rest in the house, you can recover in less than half a month." Recuperation? In the house? I narrowed my eyes. Oh, Zhang Min was not instructed by Che to teach me not to go out, did he? I don't even think about how to get out with my current virtue? Fortunately, when he first arrived in Yanyun, he was still talking nonsense: Just come out and play as you want.

"I will recover from my wounds in the house. Please rest assured, sir."

"Miss, the tea is ready." Ziqin came in from the door with the tea set, gently put it on the table and retreated sensiblely.

I picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Zhang Min, and then poured another cup of tea for myself. I said, "Please taste this tea. It is picked and made by Nianqing himself, which is very different from rice tea."

"Thank you very much, Miss." Zhang Min picked up the teacup and tasted it shallowly and said, "It's really good."

I was stunned when I heard the words, and then I laughed. Zhang Min is really a person who makes me unpredictable. I thought he would comment on Jinsilongjing, but it turned out to be just four words "really good". It seems that I overestimated this pot of tea.

"Ziqin." I called Ziqin, who was guarding the door, "Wrave some tea and take it for Mr. Zhang."

When Ziqin went out, Zhang Min looked at me with a smile and said, "No wonder Prince Che spoils Miss so much."

I laughed and said, "Sir's speech is really straightforward."

"Miss is indeed a rare woman in the world."

"Oh? Sir, I just met Nianqing twice and tasted a pot of tea together. How can you be so sure?

"I knew a little about the young lady before, but now I know what's extraordinary at first sight."

"I would like to ask, sir, what do you think is special about the little girl?" I looked at Zhang Min with great interest and wondered what he thought of me as a person on both sides.

"I said that the young lady's true nature is not pretentious, which is already valuable. Coupled with the lady's temperament and talent, she is a rare woman.

I lowered my head and smiled, "Sir, I'm flattered. Nianqing is just an ordinary little woman."

"Will Miss be an ordinary person on the side of King Che?"

"Sir is not an ordinary Langzhong." I looked at Zhang Min with a smile. He "lifted" me like this, and I had to reply to him for balance.

"Miss's eyes are also sharp." Zhang Min smiled and glanced at me indifferently.

"If you can't even see this, Nianqing seems to be sorry for your high evaluation of me." I took a sip of tea and continued to smile. But I'm crying in my heart. It's too tiring to chat with such a person. I can't wait to end this conversation with him.

"Isn't Miss curious about her identity?" Zhang Min raised his eyebrows and looked at me.

"Will I say it when I ask my husband?" I paused and looked at Zhang Min with an expression of no question, and then said, "Since you can't say it, Nianqing won't ask. Sir is a friend of Your Highness. He won't be a man, will he?" I said the last sentence slowly and roundly. After saying that, I looked at Zhang Min lazily.

"Miss guessed wrong this time."

"Oh? How to say? Sir, aren't you an unforgiving man?

"The ten evils are unforgivable, but they are not a compassionate and good man."

"At least Mr. is an honest man."

"It's really pleasant to chat with a young lady."

"Nianqing also feels the same way." I gently put down the teacup in my hand and smiled like a flower.

"It's a pity that there are still some trivial things at home, so I can't talk to the young lady for a long time today."

"It's important, sir. Go ahead. Let's talk about it another day."

Zhang Min said goodbye and left. I loosened my head and lay down on the table.

"The Underworld Sword." I shouted lazily. Although I didn't know where the sword man was, I knew that he must be nearby.

"Yes, miss." As soon as I finished speaking, the sword appeared in front of the door like a phantom.

"Come in, I have something to ask you."

"Yes." Ming Jian came in and stood aside quietly.

" Sit down." I pointed to the stool next to me. I haven't seen it for a few months, and the sword seems to return to the stereotype at first sight.

Mingjian looked at the stool and looked at me again. There was a trace of hesitation in his eyes, but he still sat down beside me.

I raised my hand to pour him tea, but I was stopped by the sword, "No need, miss."

"The Underworld Sword." I called him softly, "When did you become so raw?" I looked at the sword carefully. He slowly put down his hand. I picked up the teapot and filled him with a cup of tea.

"Don't be restrained in front of me in the future."

"Yes."

I sighed and turned to the topic, "How did Your Highness come back so early yesterday? Is there no banquet in the palace?

"Your Highness said that he was not feeling well and left the palace banquet."

I raised the corners of my lips and muttered to myself, "No wonder he is so angry."

"Is there anything else in these two days?"

"There is nothing else except the visit of the Northern War Emperor."

"Your Highness, will you go home for dinner today?"

"Your Highness did not explain when he left."

"Hmm." I thought for a moment and said, "Go ahead and ask Ziqin to come up for me."

After a while, Ziqin walked into the house.

"Ziqin, write down a few snacks, go to the kitchen today, and bring them to him in the evening."

"Yes, miss, please say it."

"An amber walnut cake, a chestnut cake, a beef tongue cake, and a peaceful soup. Put less sugar in snacks and pay attention to the heat of the soup. Tang Wen sent it to him when His Royal Highness came back.

"Yes, Ziqin remembers it. I'll do it now."

"Well, go ahead."

After Ziqin left the room, I slowly moved to ** alone, pulled off the quilt and lay down. As soon as I said a few words to Zhang Min, I felt extremely tired. Now I'm the only one left in the room, and I can't resist the attack of sleepiness, so I have to go back to sleep.

I slept hazyly until the afternoon, and it was already early when I woke up. I called Ziqin and asked about the dessert boxes of soup, and they were all ready. I was too lazy to eat something, so I asked Mingjian to help me find some books and leaned back and looked through it boredly.

Time passed little by little, but I didn't come back. I closed the book and rubbed my sour eyes, but I didn't want to ask Ziqin. I believe that no matter what Che does, he has his own reasons, so I don't want to interfere too much.

So, I spent four days and nights in the waves. I haven't seen him since Che left Mingxiang Pavilion that day. I didn't ask anyone around me, but lived a plain life. Every day, Ziqin made different snacks and sent them to Che. Zhang Min came to the house on time every day to change medicine for me. For two days, she stayed and chatted with me, saying that only I was the golden dragon well. Zhang Min and I chatted with each other. Although there was no substantive understanding between the two, the distance was also pulled in a lot.

The injury on my body is also much better, which makes me have to sigh about the power of "good injury medicine". Now I can walk around slowly.

So after dinner today, I went out for a walk alone. When I went out, Ziqin and Huaishu cast worried eyes at me and were blocked by me waving my hand indifferently.

I moved to the garden little by little, looked at the flowers and plants around me, and my heart was quiet. I walked to the pavilion where I "exessed" to Che last time, swayed in and sat down on the stone bench. The evening wind stroked his cheek slightly, wrapped the corners of his lips with a smile, and looked at the front in a daze.

What are you thinking about? Is it so tid? A man behind me gently grabbed my shoulder and asked in a low voice.