The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

His eyes were full of concern and worry, as if he saw Lan Wangshu in danger, and his heart ached.

He couldn't let her take risks so easily, nor could he face such a thing again. He couldn't accept watching someone he cared about disappear in front of him again.

Lan Wangshu was a little confused and very puzzled. In her mind, this was a perfect plan.

"why?"

"No why?"

Hua Qiming looked at her clean eyes and eyebrows, felt ashamed, swallowed his saliva, and answered with some difficulty.

"It's worth it. First, it can clear the forces that threaten me from behind. Second, it can reassure the people of Rucheng and let the girls breathe in the sun. Third, it can save one life."

Lan Wangshu looked very serious, not at all like a patient with a fever, and her tone was even questioning.

"Hua Shaoan, why not?"

"You're sick, so that won't work. Since the chances of this plan being successful are slim, then don't start it. Isn't that the best option?"

Hua Qiming's words sounded so righteous and Lan Wangshu thought about it carefully and it seemed to make some sense. If it was a failed plan, then there was really no need to continue.

"Then may I ask Prime Minister Hua, how likely is this plan to succeed?"

Lan Wangshu's eyes were filled with smiles, but Hua Qiming knew that he was on the verge of getting angry.

He felt helpless, and sometimes couldn't understand why Lan Wangshu was so persistent and stubborn about this matter.

"Unless, you no longer have a fever."

Hua Qiming's tone was very firm. In his eyes, this was an impossible thing. No one could have a fever in one day.

In his opinion, everyone has fever that comes and goes for many days, so why is Lan Wangshu special?

If this is really possible, then God is helping us to carry out this plan.

At that time he would only choose to help Lan Wangshu. This was destiny.

Lan Wangshu tilted his head and thought about it seriously. At least that was what Hua Qiming thought.

In fact, Lan Wangshu was talking to Lai Qian'er.

"Come on, money! Can you get something from every small world?"

[Yes, yes, what does the host want to do?]

Lai Qian'er came in front of Lan Wangshu and rubbed his head with his hair, but it was obvious that he couldn't touch him.

The little fur ball looked pitiful as he stared into Lan Wangshu's eyes.

"I want to reduce my fever in a short period of time. Is there any civilization in that world that can do that?"

[Yes, but host, this thing is not in line with the civilization of this world. If you are exposed like this, you will be caught and sliced. Don't underestimate anyone's greed. This is what you said...]

Lai Qian'er felt a little aggrieved. Of course he had thought about this method, but rather than letting Lan Wangshu get better slowly, he hoped that Lan Wangshu would be alive.

Lan Wangshu sighed quietly. On the one hand, he lamented that making money was becoming more and more humane, and on the other hand, he felt that the system could not replace people.

"Silly boy, we can find a workaround. You give me the medicine and I'll figure out the rest."

Lai Qianer took out the medicine without hesitation and looked at Lan Wangshu with some concern.

The girl moved her hand and felt as if she was pinching a hard object in her palm, which felt like a needle.

She rolled her eyes and looked at Hua Qiming again.

"I have an idea. Please do me a favor and go to Zui Fu Sheng to get some distilled liquor and ask for more quilts for me."

"Are you sure this is okay?"

Hua Qiming frowned. He knew that Lan Wangshu's ideas were different from those of ordinary people, but he didn't understand what the other party was doing. However, since she had spoken, he could only give it a try.

As long as she can get better soon and have the ability to protect herself, he will let her carry out the plan without any worries. Even if there are any mistakes in the process, at least it will take until he can go to rescue people.

"Shaoan, believe me, I have performed many miracles, and this method can be used by anyone. It's just a matter of time."

"Really?"

Hua Qiming was still a little skeptical, but he didn't care. After this matter was over, he would naturally find someone to verify it. If it was really feasible, he would publicize it to build momentum for Lan Wangshu and help her gain a foothold among the people.

Not just as a talented poet, but also as the Prince's tutor.

"Really, believe me, you can try it, but it's only suitable for fevers like mine caused by wind. I'll explain to you why when I have time."

Lan Wangshu didn't want to waste time arguing with Hua Qiming and wanted to get rid of him quickly, so he injected the potion himself and waved his hand impatiently.

Hua Qiming sighed helplessly. Although he was extremely reluctant, he nodded slowly and agreed. His steps seemed a little heavy, as if every step was carrying endless pressure, and he walked towards the door.

When he walked to the door, his steps suddenly became hesitant. He was full of uncertainty and couldn't help but look back at Lan Wangshu. Lan Wangshu's eyes, which were originally lively, seemed to have lost their luster and became a little dull. There was still a trace of blush on her face, but her eyes fell straight on Hua Qiming, as if she wanted to see his inner thoughts through his eyes.

At that moment, Hua Qiming's heart was filled with mixed emotions. He saw the weakness and stubbornness in Lan Wangshu's eyes, which he had never seen before. He knew that his decision might have an impact on her, but he didn't know how to face her gaze, how to explain his worries and doubts.

Hua Qiming's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it in the end. He turned around and gently closed the door, leaving Lan Wangshu's gaze and the silence in the room behind him. He took a deep breath and left with a firm step.