Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Jing Nan hesitated for a long time, then said, "Brother, I think you need to understand women... How about I take a girl to a brothel tonight?"

Mo Ye immediately punched her, saying, "You know perfectly well what Xiao Wu'er cares about, yet you still dared to drag me to a brothel. Are you looking for death?!"

Jing Nan tried to dodge while explaining, "What are you thinking? I wanted the courtesan to tell you why Miss Yang wouldn't let you help her up!" Jing Nan felt wronged; he genuinely wanted Mo Ye to know what was going on, but he didn't mean to lead him astray...

Mo Ye stopped. "Really?"

Jing Nan rubbed his bottom. "Your own thoughts are filthy; you've got the wrong idea about people..."

Mo Ye exclaimed coldly, "You said you wanted to go to a brothel, but you didn't say why... So why didn't you tell me yourself? Who says it's the same?"

Jing Nan took a deep breath, her face flushed, "You're the one who made me say it, so don't regret it."

Mo Ye also withdrew his cold aura and said seriously, "Well, go ahead and say it."

"That...woman...gets her period every month...do you know that?" Jing Nan stammered as he finally managed to finish his sentence, his face burning with embarrassment.

Mo Ye's face turned bright red after hearing this. He thought about how embarrassed he had made Xiao Wu'er by insisting on pulling her up! Should he slap himself a couple of times?!

"Then... what should I do..." How can I make Xiao Wu'er not feel awkward? She must be so annoyed with me right now... Trying to get closer to Xiao Wu'er, isn't this just creating distance?!

Jing Nan thought for a moment and said, "I've heard that women often experience abdominal pain during their menstrual period and should avoid getting chilled. It's best to drink some brown sugar water. Miss Yang has been sitting on the ground for so long, why don't you bring her some brown sugar ginger tea to warm her up?"

Mo Ye thought it made sense. Xiao Wu'er had been sitting on the ground for so long, she mustn't catch a cold. "How do you make brown sugar ginger water?"

"Huh? I don't know either... How about we ask a cook to come and ask, or just make a bowl and send it over?" Jing Nan tried to suggest.

"I'll go to the kitchen and find a chef to teach me how to make it, so that whenever Xiao Wu is inconvenient, I can make it for her to drink every time." Mo Ye seemed to have made up his mind.

No one would have imagined that Mo Ye wasn't just saying it casually; his habit of brewing brown sugar ginger tea for Yang Jianwu every month truly continued until they were old, so old that they could no longer walk together...

Yang Jianwu returned to her tent and saw Ziping waiting inside. It was like seeing a savior. "Little Pingping, hurry, hurry, my period is here. Help me get some hot water."

Zi Ping had been with Yang Jianwu since childhood, so she naturally knew who her relatives were. She replied, "Yes, Miss, please wait a moment."

Taking advantage of Zi Ping's absence, Yang Jianwu immediately slipped into the space to tidy herself up. With the increase in the number of people she treated, the space was upgraded accordingly. Originally, only divine senses could enter, but now people can also enter. How wonderful, hehe.

When Ziping brought in the water, Yang Jianwu simply washed her hands behind the screen. She had been busy all day and hadn't eaten. She was starving. "Little Pingping, go to the kitchen and see if there's anything to eat. I haven't eaten all day and I'm so hungry."

Zi Ping was surprised, "Miss, how come you haven't eaten anything all day?"

Yang Jianwu winked playfully, "I spent half a day in the cell today and experienced what it's like to be a prisoner."

Zi Ping's anger flared up instantly. How could Prince Ning lock up his young mistress? When had she ever suffered such an injustice? Her eyes were red and swollen, and her voice trembled with tears. "Miss, wait here. I'll go see what we can eat. After we eat, we'll go back. Anyway, Prince Ning caused the insect problem himself. You've already done more than enough by helping to rescue the two soldiers and providing ample protection for the camp. There's no need for her to suffer here."

Mo Ye carried the brown sugar ginger tea to the door and heard Zi Ping's voice. He felt even more guilty. He hadn't cared enough about Xiao Wu'er and hadn't even noticed that she hadn't eaten.

Two strangers, without looking back or asking where they're going, sharing meals and enjoying the seasons, will eventually find themselves in a life with companionship at the perfect time and in the best weather. This is probably what Xiao Wu'er wants too.

Zi Ping was about to get some food for Yang Jianwu when she lifted the curtain and saw Prince Ning standing at the door with a bowl of soup. Although Zi Ping really wanted to curse Prince Ning, she decided to keep to herself since she was on his turf and didn't want to cause trouble for her mistress. She curtsied perfunctorily as a greeting and left without offering any thanks.

Mo Ye walked in carrying brown sugar ginger tea. Yang Jianwu was humming a little tune as she gathered the dirty clothes together. She turned around and saw Mo Ye standing in the camp. "Ah, Your Highness, Prince Ning, you've come without saying a word. You're scaring people to death." She glanced guiltily at the pile of dirty clothes. Well, thankfully, she wouldn't see anything she shouldn't.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Your Highness?" Yang Jianwu asked, inviting Mo Ye to sit down.

Mo Ye pushed the brown sugar ginger tea in front of Yang Jianwu, "I didn't know you hadn't eaten. I'll be more careful next time. This is something I made myself. See if it suits your taste. Give it a try."

Yang Jianwu was puzzled. She opened the lid, and a strong aroma of ginger wafted out – it was brown sugar ginger water! This person must have heard about it from Jing Nan. She mentally cursed Jing Nan again for bringing her this; it made her feel embarrassed. Since she had already made it, she couldn't refuse the gesture. She picked up the teacup and took a sip. It must have been made with young ginger; it was sweet with a slight spiciness, and the taste was quite good. She sincerely praised it, "It's very delicious. You could add some red dates; it's good for replenishing blood."

As soon as he finished speaking, both of them felt a little awkward. Mo Ye broke the silence, "Okay, I'll remember. I'll add it next time."

Yang Jianwu gently wiped the corner of her mouth with a silk handkerchief. "Well, I am a doctor, and when it comes to this kind of thing, I will definitely try to match the best combination. Your Highness, please don't mind, I just said it casually. Please pretend you didn't hear it."

Mo Ye not only heard it, but also remembered it very well. From then on, he would add red dates every time he made brown sugar ginger tea.

Zi Ping brought in the food and saw that Mo Ye was still there. "Your Highness, Miss is about to eat. Would you like to go back to eat or...?" Her intention to send him away was very clear.

Mo Ye thought of what Jing Nan had told him: if you want to pursue a girl, you have to be thick-skinned. "I see you've brought quite a lot. I'm sure Xiao Wu'er can't finish it all by herself. She can just eat it here."

Zi Ping wanted to slap herself. Why did she have to be so talkative? Really…