Enter Chang Xiangsi and help Jingzhai fight

I quickly got up, walked to him, squatted down and showed him the back of my head.

"The wound feels scabbed over, but it still hurts a little."

He parted my hair, and I felt an itch on the back of my head, which made me shiver. His hand slowly moved to the top of my head, and a leisurely voice came from behind me: "It is indeed a scab, but it doesn't seem to be a big deal."

I felt a little hot on my head and was about to reply when Jingye rushed in from the door, knelt on the ground and raised the small medicine box in his hand: "Young Master! The medicine is here, let Lanxiang apply it!"

What?! I am actually that Lan Xiang?! I was stunned and froze in place.

Tu Shanjing paused for a moment and put down his hand. I only saw a ball of blue light flying from behind me and flew to my hand, and the pain was immediately relieved. "I used my spiritual power to heal your wounds, which can relieve most of your pain. The skin and flesh wounds still need to be treated with medicine on time. Jingye, take Lanxiang down to apply the medicine."

Jingye fell to the ground and bowed to him: "Thank you, young master!"

I followed suit and bowed: "My lord, your kindness is great. I...Lanxiang will keep it in mind."

Jingye led me hurriedly to the side room and closed the door. Then she turned around and said to me anxiously, "You scared me to death just now!"

I was a little surprised. How could she be scared to death before I even told her the scary part?

Jingye looked at my clear and stupid expression and said angrily, "You are still in a daze? Just now, the young master put his hand on your Baihui acupoint and started to absorb spiritual power. Although we are not very experienced, this Baihui acupoint is a life and death acupoint. Anyone who practices will subconsciously protect the vital point."

So that's how it was, but unfortunately I didn't know and was so caught up in my surprise at my Lanxiang identity that I accidentally didn't struggle and instead cleared myself of the suspicion of being a thief. I think Jingye saw it and rushed in to save me.

Thinking of this, I shook Jingye's arm and said, "Thank you, dear sister. I can't remember many things. I'll have to trouble you to give me more guidance in the future."

Jingye sighed and put the small medicine box in my hand: "You are younger than me, so you are my younger sister! Well, apply the medicine first, and then go to bed early. Maybe you will remember everything when you are more focused tomorrow morning."

I smiled sheepishly and sent her out of the room. After applying the medicine, my head, hands, and body hurt. The pillow was hard, and my thoughts were in a mess. I tossed and turned in bed like a pancake, and it took me most of the night to fall asleep.

"Girl...girl, wake up." I heard someone calling me in a daze. I opened my eyes hazily and saw Xiaowei standing in front of the bed.

"Xiao Wei, stay with me for a while!" I hugged her and pulled the quilt to cover us. Xiao Wei twisted and turned in my arms: "No! Miss, please get up quickly. Miss Jingye is serving the second young master breakfast at the old lady's place. After breakfast, he will go to the study. It's your turn to serve!"

I jumped up, opened the closet in a hurry and picked up a piece of clothing. It's time to go to work. I have to cheer up today. It's nothing big to dress like Lanxiang. As long as I don't seduce Tushan Hou, I will be fine!

When I arrived at the study, no one was there, so I walked around and looked around. There was a painting of bamboo hanging on the wall, and several wolf-hair brushes were hung on the table. The lid of the ink box was carved with lotus patterns, and the brush washer was made of jasper in the shape of a lotus leaf, with a huge pearl dotted on the edge to represent a drop of dew. I didn't dare to touch it, for fear that if I broke it, I wouldn't be able to afford the compensation even if I sold it, so I turned my attention to the bookshelf.

The bookshelf was full, and next to it was a treasure chest with a lot of bottles and jars. I held the bookshelf with one hand and carefully pulled out a book with the other. Well, the words on the cover were so twisted that I couldn't recognize them at all.

"Do you remember?" I heard a voice behind me, which scared me so much that my hands shook and the book fell to the ground.

Tu Shanjing, dressed in white, walked in from the doorway against the morning sun, with a faint golden halo around him. He bent down and picked up the book on the ground.

"'Xianlin Waishi', wasn't it your favorite book when you were a child? In the beginning you pestered me to read it to you, and later when I went to school you learned to recognize words and read it by yourself." He grasped the slightly yellowed pages of the book with his slender white fingers, and looked down at me in the light golden sunlight.

"I...I forgot." I lowered my head embarrassedly.

"It tells the story of a well-learned disciple of an immortal sect who travels around and meets a savage young lady from the richest man's family in the wilderness, and an illegitimate daughter of an emperor who appears to be a spy..." He put the book on the table, drew a circle while speaking, and a beam of light flew towards me.

I subconsciously blocked it, but there was no pain, but my head felt heavy. I reached out and touched it, and found that my hair, which was originally loose, was neatly tied up on my head. Maybe I forgot to comb my hair, and Tu Shanjing saw that it was inappropriate, and he frowned slightly.

I interrupted, "Haha, this sounds more like the story of Shen Lang, Zhu Qiqi, and Bai Feifei..."

"What's the story then?"

So I gave him a general explanation and introduced the concepts of cinnabar mole, white rice grain, mosquito blood and white moonlight.

"What do you think about Shen Lang? Did he leave a place for Bai Feifei in his heart?" He actually started to think seriously.

"No one can tell about love affairs for sure. Only the parties involved know clearly!" I replied.

He pressed his slender fingers on the book on the table, his eyes burning: "When and where did you read this story?"

"I-I had a dream last night!" I hurriedly tried to make up for it.

"I didn't know my little maid had this talent. In my opinion, you don't have to worry about your future. You can make a living as a storyteller." He raised the corners of his lips and said jokingly.

Seeing that he didn't believe me, I had to change the subject: "Let me grind some ink for you! You must be busy today, right?"

He smiled and said, "You don't need to be a slave. Just call yourself Lanxiang like before."

"Lanxiang understands." I bent my knees in a dignified manner and saluted.

While he was quietly looking at the accounts and doing the math, I stood by and yawned eight or nine times out of boredom, tears coming out of my eyes. He glanced at me with amusement and anger, and I quickly shut up and swallowed the tenth yawn.

Jingye gracefully brought two bowls of fermented rice wine, saying that it was given by the old lady. He picked it up and scooped a spoonful, tasted it and put it down. Seeing this, Jingye asked, "Young Master, is it too sweet?" He nodded and said, "I just had a meal not long ago, and it's a bit greasy to eat this. Put it here first, and I'll eat it later."

The sweet scent of osmanthus came from the yard. I walked to the tree, picked some tender petals, and sprinkled them into the bowl when I returned to the house. Tu Shanjing looked at me curiously, and I explained: "This has some sweet scent of osmanthus and tastes sweet."

He scooped up another spoonful and tasted it, praising it: "It's really good."

Jingye smiled and said, "Lanxiang forgot some things, but added some new things to make up for them. After all, she still cares about the young master."

Tu Shanjing smiled without saying anything, just looked at me with his bright eyes.