Spring arrives and the land smiles

The next day, Qingyan didn't wake up until 4:45 AM, while Luo Qing beside her was still fast asleep.

Qingyan pulled the silk quilt tighter around herself. She remembered that last night, to show Luo Qing that she was a good patient who followed the doctor's orders, she was almost naked when Luo Qing ordered her to take off her clothes. Fortunately, Luo Qing hadn't woken up yet, which avoided embarrassment. So, Qingyan clutched the quilt tightly, tiptoed over him, and went to find some clothes to put on.

Sure enough, what are you afraid of?

Just as Qingyan rolled over and stepped over Luoqing, she saw that Luoqing had opened her eyes.

She felt a sudden panic and paused for a moment, staring wide-eyed at Luo Qing. Her hand, which was clutching the silk quilt, loosened involuntarily, revealing a large expanse of her chest.

The angle and height were right in front of her, and Luo Qing blushed instantly, turning her gaze away.

Qingyan immediately snapped out of her daze, quickly grabbed the silk quilt, scrambled out of bed, grabbed the clothes from the small table by the bedside, and hurriedly hid behind the screen.

Luo Qing was quite amazed by this speed; Qingqing must be practicing her lightness skill!

Qingyan came out from behind the screen after getting dressed. Luo Qing had already tidied up and finished washing up.

"Did you sleep well last night, Qingqing?" Luo Qing asked someone to bring hot water, wrung out a handkerchief, and handed it to Qingyan.

Qingyan paused as she took the handkerchief.

last night……

Qingyan knew she was a terrible sleeper; the person in her bed either became her pillow or was mercilessly pushed off the bed. This morning, Luo Qing was still in bed, which meant that he must have been used as a pillow last night.

"Of course I slept soundly," Qingyan replied somewhat awkwardly.

"With a soft, fragrant body in my arms, I sleep soundly." Luo Qing smiled.

Qingyan became even more unnatural.

"Do we still need acupuncture tonight?"

Luo Qing: "Of course, it will last for ten days."

"Okay," Qingyan sighed inwardly.

At this moment, Zhui'er brought breakfast to the two of them.

"Princess, Siyou and Siwu are back."

Qingyan said, "Alright, let them wait in the side room."

Qingyan finished her meal quickly and went to the side room.

"Princess." The sisters Siyou and Siwu bowed in greeting.

Qingyan raised her hand: "Get up and answer."

Siyou thought to herself, "Yes."

Siyou Siwu handed over a sealed box, and Qingyan tore off the seal and pushed open the lid.

Inside was a piece of bloodstone and a yellowed letter.

Qingyan carefully took the letter out of the box.

The letter paper seemed to be quite old, having turned a yellowish-brown color. The paper was noticeably wrinkled, as if it had been soaked in water and then dried. Qingyan carefully unfolded the letter and found that the writing on it was blurred, but the outlines were still visible, so it did not affect the recognition.

Qingyan quickly read through the letter, her smile gradually widening.

"Siyou, deliver this letter to Lady Yong'an. Remember, you must hand it to Lady Lu personally. Do not let anyone switch it with another letter."

"Siwu, take the bloodstone and go find the person mentioned in the letter. If he is still alive, bring him to see me."

"Now all forces are watching the Yong'an Marquis's residence, especially the Prince of Jin. You two must be very careful."

"Yes."

After Qingyan finished giving her instructions, the two sisters, Siyou and Siwu, immediately acknowledged and withdrew.

"Qingqing." Luo Qing knocked on the door from outside.

Qingyan gestured for Zhuier to open the door.

Luo Qing came in carrying a tray.

There were at least three or four medicine bottles of various colors on the tray, as well as a celadon medicine jar.

Upon seeing this situation, Qingyan felt a sense of sorrow and fear.

Luo Qing saw through Qing Yan's thoughts at a glance: "After you take your medicine, I'll take you out to play. Although Licheng is small, there are rare beautiful sights in the suburbs. I'm sure you won't regret it."

"The scabs from the infected wounds have already scabbed over, why do you still need to take so much medicine?" Qingyan said with a bitter face.

"The latent poison was just released yesterday and will last for a full ten days. How can we suppress the poison without taking medicine?" Luo Qing handed the pills to Qing Yan.

“Then, this knife…” Qingyan frowned, “is it going to be used to cut open a healed wound?”

Luo Qing nodded: "Don't worry, it won't hurt."

"What a joke! How could cutting flesh not hurt?" Qingyan's face changed.

Luo Qing: "Zhui'er, go make a bowl of plum juice for your princess to cool her down."

Zhui'er was puzzled and looked at Qingyan. At Qingyan's signal, she withdrew.

Qingyan said, "You're afraid I'll embarrass myself, aren't you?" Right now, she didn't want to drink any plum juice to cool off.

“No, plum juice and dianman grass are compatible and can enhance the medicinal properties of dianman grass,” Luo Qing lifted the lid of the celadon medicine pot, and a fragrant aroma wafted out. “Take off your clothes.”

"Do we really have to cut it?" Qingyan looked terrified, but with Luo Qing around, she didn't need to pretend anymore.

Luo Qing said calmly, "I guarantee it won't hurt."

"How could that be?" Qing thought to herself, but she still had no choice but to do as she was told.

Luo Qing applied a layer of ointment to the knife, immediately covering the gleaming blade and making it look less frightening.

Qingyan slowly untied the ribbon on her top. Luo Qing sighed, unable to bear watching any longer, and reached out to help her untie it.

Even with half of her shoulder exposed, Qingyan's face was still filled with fear.

Luo Qing mixed the white powder and red ointment together and applied it to Qing Yan's shoulder, especially the scabs on the wounds, while holding the knife above her with her right hand.

"Close your eyes, and you won't feel pain if you don't look."

The arrow is already on the bowstring; there's no going back now.

Qingyan obediently closed her eyes, waiting for the excruciating pain.

After about half an incense stick's time, Qingyan not only didn't feel any pain, but her shoulder became increasingly numb.

Is it...?

Qingyan stared wide-eyed at Luo Qing.

Luo Qing gave her a "you guessed right" look, then grabbed Qing Yan's shoulder with her left hand, blocking Qing Yan's view with her arm, and with her right hand, she quickly cut open the wound and sprinkled the medicine powder on it.

The entire process was bloody, but Liao Qingyan felt no pain whatsoever. She even breathed evenly as she complained to Luo Qing:

"Why didn't you take out the anesthetic sooner? The previous procedure of cutting out flesh to change the dressing almost killed me in pain."

“Mafeisan and Zhixuecao are incompatible, and I didn’t want that either,” Luo Qing said calmly, but her hands moved quickly to minimize Qingyan’s bleeding.

Another case of incompatibility. This Blood-Burning Herb is incompatible not only with hawthorn but also with Mafeisan (an anesthetic). This holy antidote is indeed temperamental. Qingyan stuck out her tongue inwardly.

Before long, Luo Qing finished the "operation" on Qing Yan, applied the medicine and bandaged her up, but the effects of the anesthetic on Qing Yan had not yet dissipated.

"This time, we used Dingman grass to suppress the remaining poison. Sour plum soup can enhance the medicinal properties of Dingman grass, so for the next ten days, you need to drink more than three liters of sour plum soup every day to speed up the detoxification process," Luo Qing said.

Qingyan knew that three liters was different in this era than in her previous life, roughly equivalent to 1800 milliliters in her previous life. After thinking about it, Qingyan could only change her drinking water to drinking plum juice.

"Then you'll drink with me."

"it is good."

Luo Qing still treated her with the same boundless doting affection.

Qingyan watched as Luo Qing carefully wiped the bloodstains from her shoulder and gently changed her blood-stained clothes into clean gauze robes. The tender look in his eyes moved Qingyan deeply, and she couldn't help but reach out and touch his delicate eyebrows and eyes. Her fingers trembled slightly as his long eyelashes brushed against them.