I've been reborn, who still wants to be a cowardly little white flower?

"There is a noble person in the temple, so we have to ask you to stay in a small courtyard that is a little further away for the time being." The young monk led them to the courtyard.

Chunzhi had already told Jiang Yuan that she had been instructed to arrange accommodation in advance. This was also normal procedure. After all, they couldn't let the girl move in without knowing anything.

Jiang Yuan was not picky about where to live, and he specifically told Chunzhi that it was okay to arrange it in a remote place so as not to disturb the nobles in the temple.

Her girl has no one to support her, and she cannot afford to offend powerful people, so it is best to stay away from them. Chunzhi understands this and she just feels sorry for her girl.

The room was very clean and simple. There was a bed, a simple wooden table, and a desk with a pile of scriptures and writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone on it.

"Luzhu, where are the things?"

Chunzhi responded, put down the bag in her hand, and took out a package from the cabinet beside the bed.

"Luzhu asked me to put my things away. I took them out on the first day I came. Miss, please take a look and see if there is anything missing. I will go buy them tomorrow."

Looking through the things in the package, Jiang Yuan had a magical feeling. Her brain told her that she had never seen these things before, but she knew clearly what they were.

It's a very strange yet familiar feeling.

That's the magic of having two sets of memories.

Chunzhi and Luzhu looked at Jiang Yuan holding a piece of Angelica dahurica in his hand and smiling with a blank look in his eyes. They frowned at the same time and clenched their fists in worry.

After feeling the magic, Jiang Yuan returned to normal, took out the newly bought small scale, weighed the angelica and fennel, and put them on the paper.

"Green Bamboo, grind these two into powder."

Luzhu and Chunzhi looked at each other and agreed to go forward.

Haruji took a deep breath and turned to make the bed.

Jiang Yuan sat at the desk, opened things one by one, looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar things, and couldn't help but smile again.

"Girl, it's time to eat." When it got dark, Chunzhi came in with the food.

"There are only some vegetables in the temple. I am sorry, young lady." There was a plate of tofu, two plates of vegetables, porridge and steamed buns on the table.

Jiang Yuan didn't care. He asked the two to sit down and eat together.

Chunzhi and Luzhu stood aside, "Young lady, please eat. We have left some food for both of us."

Jiang Yuan glanced at the two of them and said, "Everything is kept simple here. If we eat separately, the three of us won't be able to eat well. Bring it and let's eat together."

Chunzhi still wanted to refuse, but Luzhu took the lead. Jiang Yuan gave her a look, and Luzhu ran out with a smile, and came back in a few minutes later with a food box.

Take out two steamed buns, two plates of pickles, and a plate of green vegetables.

Jiang Yuan looked at Chunzhi with an expression that said "I knew it". The three of them sat together and cleaned up the dishes on the table. In fact, the clear porridge, steamed buns and pickles were quite delicious.

Rubbing his stomach, Jiang Yuan leaned back in his chair and sighed, "Oh, eating something light to clear my stomach feels good."

Chunzhi said as she cleared the plates, "I'm glad you're not sick of the food, the life in the temple is definitely not as good as the life in the mansion, you'll have to endure some grievances."

Jiang Yuan waved his hands, "Xiao Zhizhi, you are wrong. The simplicity of the meal is not a grievance, the physical and mental torture is a grievance."

"Girl, what do you call Chunzhi? Xiaozhizhi, hehe, that's really funny. From now on, I will call Chunzhi Xiaozhizhi." Luzhu interrupted.

Chunzhi blushed and raised her hand to hit Luzhu, "The girl can scream, but you can't."

"Why can't I scream, girl? Can I scream?"

Jiang Yuan nodded.

Green Bamboo was affirmed and said proudly, "Look, the girl agreed, little Zhizhi."

Chunzhi was so angry that she chased Luzhu and beat him. Luzhu hid around the table. The room was full of laughter.

Finally, Chunzhi pouted in grievance and asked Jiang Yuan to do her justice, "How about this, she calls you Xiaozhizhi, and you call her Xiaozhuzhu."

It was a hilarious scene that ended with both of them having nicknames.

After a busy day, the two of them went to rest early.

Jiang Yuan looked at the various materials prepared on the table, lit a candle, and mixed the materials in proportion according to his memory. Finally, he took out a silver needle, pricked his finger, and dripped three drops of blood.

The Yun family had a daughter whose blood had a special fragrance, which could be used as bait for making incense.

As she recalls, Jiang Yuan received a book of incense recipes from her mother, who forced her to memorize all of them and remember them by heart.

This sentence is written on the first page of the recipe.

Not all Yun family daughters are like this. When a Yun family daughter is one year old, she is bled and only those with a special fragrance can inherit the fragrance recipe.

The recipe of Yun's incense is different from the one that is circulated. The ingredients are the same, but the proportions and order of placement are different. Of course, the most important thing is the blood of the Yun family women.

Just like a medicine guide, if it is missing, the efficacy of the medicine will be greatly reduced, so this medicine guide is very important.

Yun's incense is famous all over the world, and its "medicine lead" is the unique blood of Yun's daughters.

Jiang Yuan just knew it, but she had never smelled scented blood.

However, her memory told her that if she wanted to smell it, she needed to bleed, and even bleed over a large area. Generally, minor skin injuries would not be able to be smelled if they were bandaged in time.

During infancy, the scent of the blood is stronger, so after the baby is one year old, a small amount of blood can be drawn to determine whether there is any unusual scent in the blood.

The scent will fade as it ages.

The daughter of the Yun family was able to judge whether her blood contained strange fragrance during infancy. Before the age of ten, she only memorized the fragrance recipe but did not make incense. After the age of ten, she could make incense. This was the ancestral teaching and was also part of the secret recipe.

So she gave up the idea of ​​smelling it. It would be a sick idea to bleed herself just to smell it.

When the materials are mixed together and bonded with refined honey, they give off a faint scent that is soft, not pungent, but very pleasant.

Three drops of blood were dripped in. After the blood seeped in, the fragrance immediately changed, as if it had been upgraded. The smell was very transcendent.

The fragrance before dripping blood is like an ordinary luxury product. After dripping blood, it instantly becomes a world-class luxury product. This is the metaphor.

After discovering this, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but feel her heart beating faster. It was so magical. She had never seen such a magical thing before.

I couldn't help but pick up the lump of food that smelled like kneaded dough. When I smelled it carefully, something even stranger happened.

Her heart, which had been beating fast with excitement a second ago, calmed down instantly, and her whole body calmed down as well. The thoughts that were racing through her mind seemed to have been slowed down and stopped little by little.

"The calming incense really calms the mind."

Jiang Yuan calmed down and his voice became softer involuntarily.