Rebirth: The Two-Faced Cook Meets the Cold-Faced King Qin

Ye Wuhen nodded slightly and signaled to Doctor Xiao, who then turned around silently and disappeared into the night. ☆

Ye Wuhen stood there, holding the pill tightly in his hand, his mood was extremely complicated. ☆

And the red moon stood beside him, like a pool of gentle moonlight, quietly waiting. ☆

In her eyes, Ye Wuhen's figure was reflected, flickering with subtle and indescribable feelings. ☆

Ye Wuhen glanced at Hongyue, and saw that her eyes and eyebrows revealed her concern and support for him. ☆

The moment their eyes met, it was as if a faint electric current passed through, and Ye Wuhen's heart also surged with an inexplicable emotion. ☆

"Are you ready?" Hongyue asked softly,☆

Her voice was gentle and firm, as if it had a magical power that gradually calmed Ye Wuhen's anxiety. ☆

Ye Wuhen looked at Hongyue: "Of course! Let's get started!"

Ye Wuhen started the first step, selecting medicinal herbs.

He stood in front of the cabinet filled with a dazzling array of herbs, examining each herb seriously, wanting to make sure that he had chosen the right one.

However, while Ye Wuhen was selecting medicinal herbs, an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

Whenever he looked up, his gaze would involuntarily drift towards Hongyue, the woman standing in the soft sunlight.

Hongyue's eyes were like a deep lake, quietly reflecting his figure.

There were several times when Ye Wuhen and Hong Yue's eyes crossed in the air and they looked into each other's eyes.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything around them was submerged in the abyss of their eyes.

Ye Wuhen could clearly feel his own heartbeat accelerating and the flickering lights in Hongyue's eyes. It was like two hearts colliding and resonating silently.

However, at this moment of spiritual connection, Ye Wuhen suddenly became cowardly.

He didn't dare look directly into Hongyue's bright eyes, as if he was afraid that he would be trapped in them and unable to extricate himself.

He hurriedly looked away, pretending to focus on the herbs in his hand, but his heart was in turmoil.

Hongyue seemed to have noticed something strange about Ye Wuhen. She did not say anything to break the silence, but just smiled.

There was a bit of understanding and tolerance in that smile.

Ye Wuhen sighed secretly in his heart. He knew that his feelings for Hongyue had gone beyond the ordinary.

But this feeling was too deep, so he dared not touch it easily.

However, Han Yancui saw everything. From time to time, she would lower her head and smile at Ye Wuhen's silly look.

Suddenly, Han Yancui beside her screamed loudly:

“Ye Wuhen, how could you, who is an expert in poisons, mix up the medicinal ingredients?

What you have in your hand is Silver Bupleurum, right? What we need is Bupleurum!

You, are you so distracted by looking at Sister Hongyue?"

Ye Wuhen was stunned, and when he looked down, he found that the herbs in his hand were wrong.

His originally confident smile now seemed a little stiff, and he was secretly annoyed.

Hongyue stood aside and noticed this sudden situation.

There was an expression of watching a good show on his face and a playful light flashed in his eyes.

Ye Wuhen coughed awkwardly, trying to cover up his gaffe.

He glared at Han Yancui and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, thinking that this woman was really talking about things that were not relevant.

He turned around to correct the mistake and coughed twice:

"Ahem—ahem." He pretended to be nonchalant.

Han Yancui looked at Ye Wuhen's back with a smug smile on her face.

, thinking:

"Humph, you are usually so proud, but this time I finally caught you in the act."

She didn't intend to let Ye Wuhen go, and continued to tease:

"Ye Wuhen, ah Ye Wuhen, you have always prided yourself on being an expert in poisons, but this time you actually stumbled over such a simple way of selecting medicinal herbs.

It seems that Sister Hongyue's charm is indeed extraordinary, and it can make you so distraught."

After hearing Han Yancui's words, Ye Wuhen's face became even more embarrassed.

He turned around and glared at Han Yancui again, sighed helplessly in his heart, thinking that this woman was really difficult to deal with.

Ye Wuhen tried hard to calm himself down and continued to focus on selecting medicinal herbs.

Hongyue stood aside with a smile on her face.

She watched the interaction between Ye Wuhen and Han Yancui and found it funny.

At the same time, he was also a little surprised by Ye Wuhen's mistake.

She thought to herself:

"I didn't expect Ye Wuhen would make mistakes sometimes. It seems that no one is perfect."

After selecting the herbs, Han Yancui took them to another room where medicine was refined.

Ye Wuhen and Hongyue stood in this quaint pharmacy, surrounded by a faint scent of medicine.

He put the selected herbs into the mortar and prepared to grind them into powder carefully.

The moonlight came in through the half-open window, spreading on the ground, forming a silver-white area.

Ye Wuhen looked up inadvertently, and saw Hongyue standing there.

As the night deepened, the red moon's eyes sparkled with glittering light.

It is like the deep night sky with stars, mysterious and charming.

Against the backdrop of the night, the red moon seems to have become a flowing painting.

She is not only beautiful,

It is full of story and depth.

While people can't help but admire her appearance, they also want to explore her inner world.

Ye Wuhen just looked at her quietly, feeling her unique beauty in the night.

Ye Wuhen looked at Hongyue and was distracted for a moment, and the movements of his hands slowed down.

As he ground the herbs in the mortar absentmindedly, they gradually began to emit a rich aroma.

However, because Ye Wuhen was absent-minded, he did not notice.

The force of my grinding had been greatly weakened, and the medicinal powder in the mortar was not as fine as expected.

Suddenly, a strange feeling came over him. Ye Wuhen looked down and his face suddenly changed.

It turned out that during the time he was unconscious, the medicinal materials in the mortar were unevenly ground.

Formed into lumps.

He rubbed hard, and the lumps instantly broke apart, and the splattered powder not only covered his robes,

A few strands even flew into his nostrils and eyes.

Ye Wuhen sneezed awkwardly, and tears were streaming down his eyes because of the medicine powder that got into his eyes.

He hurriedly put down the mortar in his hand and groped for a handkerchief to wipe it.

Han Yancui witnessed this scene and couldn't help laughing. She suddenly sat down on the ground, and her laughter echoed in the night sky like clear silver bells.

That laughter was extremely contagious. Ye Wuhen looked at Han Yancui who was laughing so hard that her body was shaking with laughter, and the corners of his mouth raised in embarrassment.

However, when Han Yancui's laughter continued,

Ye Wuhen scratched his head and stammered, unable to speak. He was obviously annoyed by Han Yancui's laughter.

Han Yancui stood up, walked to Ye Wuhen's side while smiling, and gently patted Ye Wuhen's shoulder.

Telling him not to take it too seriously.

Ye Wuhen finally came back to his senses, smiled awkwardly, and regained his usual composure.