Quick Transmigration: A money-loving man meets a boy who gives away money!

Yu Ci had never thought of putting the powder of hemostatic vine into her mouth to taste it. This was the first time.

The taste is very novel, and it feels as if it is turning your taste buds upside down, making your facial features look hideous as well.

Subconsciously, I wanted to stick out my tongue and spit it out.

Unexpectedly, a short command came from the front, "Don't vomit."

Even though Yu Ci wanted to spit it out, she forced herself to hold it back. She had to bear the consequences of her own sins.

Not only did he fall into the other's arms while sleeping, but he also hit the other's tongue with his head and then applied extremely bitter powder to her.

If I could just taste the powder with the same taste to make up for my mistake, it would be worthwhile.

She took out her notebook and recorded the taste of the hemostatic vine powder as she tasted it, adding a record to her own pharmacopoeia.

Fu Si saw her take out the notebook, so he took it over to check. There was no resistance when he took it away, so Yu Ci let go obediently.

This discovery made her feel a little better.

Turning over the book, I saw some crooked handwriting on the first page, just like dog scratching.

It seemed as if he had never learned calligraphy and he tried his best to imitate the brush strokes.

It records the herbs used to treat sword injuries, and there is a piece of hay sandwiched on it, which should be a template.

As I continued to flip through the pages, the handwriting gradually began to become a little neater, a bit like it was written by a seven or eight-year-old child, and the characters barely had shape.

Yu Ci blushed when she looked at the dark history of the past. After all, she had never been exposed to calligraphy at the beginning. She needed to prescribe medicine at that time, so she could only learn it bit by bit.

After a year or two of hard work, it finally looked like a word.

"This is when I first started learning. Look at the back, it will look better later." She looked at Fu Shi encouragingly, hoping to improve the original impression with the drastic changes in herself later.

Fu Si casually flipped over a stack and came to the middle.

The handwriting here was indeed much neater and more beautiful. It was plain small regular script with elegant handwriting and skillful strokes. It recorded some wound medicines and hemostatic drugs.

Fu Shi's brows relaxed as he looked at the handwriting. His impression of this person improved a lot.

Yu Ci recalled that this was recorded when she was working as a military doctor in the military camp. There were also many herbs found on the spot, so she recorded them as well.

"Not bad." Fu Si gently picked up a piece of herb sandwiched between the pages of a book with his fingertips. Because it had been pressed for a long time, it had almost no medicinal shape, but there were notes on it.

This doesn't seem to be Yu Ci's handwriting. It looks a bit like his own handwriting. Fu Si frowned slightly as he looked at the brushstrokes that had a slightly wild and unrestrained feeling.

It says, "Isatis root, sweet, neutral in nature..."

Fu Mi recited silently until the last sentence of the page, the tiny words hidden in the corner.

(Doctor Xiao Yu, don't miss Canglan.)

Yu Ci saw Fu Si's brows slightly furrowed, staring at that page, then she moved her head closer and saw a line of small words hidden at the bottom of the page.

She remembered that she said she wanted to record the herbs she knew for the first time in her life, so she opened a page for her and then put the ordinary isatis root in it.

I think the small words were covered up by the isatis root, which prevented her from seeing them for hundreds of years.

Now that the sun has been restored, it stirs up waves in my heart that are hard to conceal.

"She" is such a bad person. She wrote "Don't think about her", but she just wants her to remember her in her heart for the rest of her life and never forget her at all.

How abominable...

Yu Ci slowly moved her gaze to Fu Si's face, then suddenly frowned and turned her head away.

"Canglan, who is that?" Fu Si turned the name around in his mouth and tasted the flavor. It turned out to be a good name.

Yu Ci was silent, not knowing how to describe her. She was like a pure elf. After a brief encounter, she said goodbye like a firefly.

"She is..." She thought about it thousands of times, but still found it difficult to say it out loud.

"Fusi, didn't you say you didn't care about the past?" Yu Ci turned her attention to the person in front of her and asked casually, "Why do you want to know me now?"

Her casualness seemed to be disguised as deliberate, as if she only wanted to divert her attention to the person in front of her and numb the unspeakable emotions.

Fu Si closed the book with a snap and broke off a piece of Isatis root that had been preserved for a long time. It was as crispy as a freshly baked biscuit.

Yu Ci's pupils shrank and she caught the remaining grass.

For the first time, I felt annoyed with this person. "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Why destroy my things?"

Fu Si looked at her holding a blade of grass so seriously, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

It's better for this person to have no memory...

Energy gathered in his hands again.

But Yu Ci explained softly, "That is one of the only traces of Canglan left in the world."

She is just like you.