something wrong

After crushing the written words, Yan Qitong stood in front of the window and thought for a while before going out.

It was late, and the sun was still shining brightly today, but Yan Qitong shivered under the white sunlight, and then seemed to dispel all the coldness that was stagnant in his heart.

She saw that Sangzi was still curled up in the wicker chair, this time she didn't have any doubts in her heart, anyone who went through the severe cold last night would miss this blazing heat.Thinking about my body like this seems a little strange, I don't even feel a bit cold, and I don't know if it's because I drank too much of those medicines from Sangzi during this period of time, or it's something else.

Yan Qitong was drinking the delicious vegetable porridge made in his hometown, and suddenly remembered that he had lit a fire in the stove last night and boiled a pot of hot water. The fire must have been extinguished before the water was completely boiled. It shouldn't cause any catastrophe.

Although Sangzi didn't say anything, she then brought another bowl of medicinal soup for Yan Qitong to drink.The medicinal soup had a spicy smell, and it was actually the same as the medicinal bath soaked in Sangzi last night.Sweat dripped from Yan Qitong's forehead instantly.She suddenly remembered that because she was afraid that something would happen to Sangzi and hurt herself, she did not have time to think about moving Sangzi out of the medicinal bath last night.Since it was a medicinal bath——Yan Qitong didn't dare to lift her head, she felt that there was nothing wrong with her body, but she dared not stop drinking now.

Yan Qitong didn't dare not to drink it, because Sangzi was really gentle, even too gentle, and even the medicine on the wound on his face seemed to reduce the dose, and it didn't hurt so much.So Yan Qitong thought again, maybe it was a coincidence to get her out at that time, so he felt relieved.

Even so, Yan Qitong could still tell that what happened that night hurt Sangzi a lot.She just sat like that almost all day long, and she didn't talk to herself like some time ago.So many things are done by her.Except for weeding, she didn't let her touch the various medicinal materials in Sangzi, but there were still many chores. Yan Qitong tried her best to understand Sangzi's gestures and eyes.

Yan Qitong was so busy from morning to night, and after returning to the room, she did not relax.How many days she has been here, in fact, there is no accurate number.I only know that it is less than a month, so it should be close.I don't know if I can go back, when I can go back, or how long I will stay here. Inspired by the full moon, Yan Qitong finally calmed down and wanted to make a simple calendar for himself.

She secretly took twelve large prescription lists from Sangzi, and holding a brush, she roughly drew some grids.After reading some books in Sangzi, Yan Qitong found that there is not such an accurate and effective way to record the date.There are also four seasons and 24 solar terms in December, so the time is always deduced in this way, even if she sees a calendar, it is not so easy to understand.She didn't know how to convert the calendar here with the Gregorian calendar she knew, and after a full moon, it would be sixteen, so she simply wrote sixteen directly as sixteen in Arabic numerals. Sangzi said it was June and it was June , Then June 28th was pushed forward [-] days - if I remember correctly, after she woke up for the first time, the moon she saw for the first time was just missing a tiny hole.And May is a big month, so even if she came here on May [-]th—even if she knew it was definitely not standard, it would still be Yan Qitong's unique timetable.

Sangzi drew 31 grids in May, and remembered from the nineteenth.She decided to write a number for each passing day.No one could understand this number, she knew that Sangzi couldn't understand it, and no one could understand it.

After drawing the calendar she wanted to know what day of the week it was when she woke up.Is it Monday, or weekend, is it at work, or at rest.Yan Qitong felt that her vision was a little blurry. She remembered that there was a famous world-banned song called "Black Sunday". Therefore, on May [-]th, it was considered a Sunday. To her, it was indeed black. Undoubted.

Starting from Sunday, Yan Qitong carefully marked the weekly sequence in the lower right corner of each grid. She also remembered that May [-]st is Labor Day and October [-]st is National Day. Except for those lunar festivals, other festivals should also be marked Come out to be complete...

Yan Qitong made it through the middle of the night with this stack of calendars. When she looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar chart, shed a lot of tears.Sangzi's prescription lists are all excellent rice paper, which is probably the best for painting: the smudges of water, like ink and wash, she can only cry and write for a while, lest the rice paper be messed up by her.

In fact, she remembered a lot, but she only forgot how she came here, and what happened before that, it seemed to be worn away by time, and it was completely lost.And now the last and only sporadic fragments I remember are still caused by my hometown, and I am not even sure whether it is a memory or just a simple dream.

What's more, that man named "Chen Feng" was someone in his own life.

Yan Qitong looked at the crude calendar in her hand, she missed the distance so much that she had no choice but to throw herself on the bed, covered the thin quilt, closed her eyes, and hugged her arms tightly.

Maybe a good night's sleep would be all right, and when she woke up, the deadly cold silence outside the house would leave her world.Yan Qitong felt early on that it was too quiet here.Quiet during the day and even quieter at night.There will always be moments like this, when I feel like I'm deaf and can't hear anything, and I always have to make some noise on purpose to prove that the sudden fear in my heart is just an illusion.

Waking up again from the deep sleepiness, Yan Qitong lay on the bed, looking at the beam above her head, knowing that sleeping hadn't changed anything, in fact she woke up like this every day.

At the right time, Sang Zi knocked on the door outside, and when she opened the door, he only blocked her inside and said in a low voice, "Someone is here."

someone is coming?

Yan Qitong was confused for a moment, and suddenly widened his eyes, extremely surprised.Since she woke up, she only saw Baoqiao and Sangzi, and the rest of the animals were livestock.Was she finally going to meet someone else?Yan Qitong instinctively wanted to take a step forward, but didn't want Sangzi to push her, and then narrowed his eyes slightly to look at her face.After Yan Qitong was a little creeped by her, she slowly opened her mouth and said:

"Find a veil to cover your face, and don't reveal your identity."

Yan Qitong froze there immediately, she finally remembered her identity, it seemed that she was very shameful now.

After closing the door, Yan Qitong returned to the bed and sat down slowly.She listened carefully, but she didn't seem to hear anything strange.Turning over the head of the bed, she found a piece of white cloth that she had torn off from the skirt, and she covered her face, leaving only her eyes.Due to the arrival of summer, Yan Qitong's clothes have changed slightly.The long sleeves that Sang Zi gave her were all turned into middle sleeves by her.The long skirt is not conducive to work and the hem has been torn off, only below the knees.In fact, her current attire is completely simple or even crude, and no one should associate her with the daughter of the prime minister who is said to have almost become a prince concubine in Baoqiao and the others.

After confirming that she was correct, Yan Qitong opened the door and walked out, but she didn't expect to be shocked as soon as she went out.

There were actually three people standing in the medicine garden that seemed empty in the past, and they were all men.

These men were all ragged and unkempt, but they were tall and straight, and their expressions were serious. Even if they appeared suddenly, they didn't make them turn their eyes or move their necks.

As soon as Sangzi came out of the bedroom, she saw Yan Qitong standing there staring at those men in a daze. She frowned and said, "Bring some clean water."

Yan Qitong's face burned slightly, and Sang Zi looked at him with somewhat weird eyes, maybe he thought he had never seen a man before.She hurriedly lowered her head to the back kitchen to fetch water.

After bringing the water into the bedroom, Yan Qitong realized that when Sang Zi said someone was coming, he meant a patient.

Although there are indeed a lot of medicinal materials here in Sangzi, and I have eaten and used a lot, I didn't expect that there would be people coming to seek medical treatment, and all of them looked so embarrassed.

In the bedroom, a simple wooden bed was temporarily set up by the window, and a young man was lying on it, his face was pale and his breath was like a silk.There was an old man sitting by the bed, closing his eyes as if resting his mind, when he heard Yan Qitong's footsteps, he opened his eyes and glanced over.

After this sweep, the old man frowned.

His surname is Jin and he comes from Hongjing.The man lying on the bed was his family's young master. Some time ago, he fell into a coma due to a serious illness and has not recovered yet.The young master is the only seedling of the Jin family, even if he has tens of thousands of family wealth, it is not worth a hair of his hair.But they tried many ways to cure but failed, and then they went to the imperial doctor in the palace, they only said that the disease is not difficult to cure, but the medicine is hard to find.

It is said that there is only one person in the world who has the medicine cited, and she is the former imperial doctor, Dr. Sangzi who has now left the palace and disappeared.And after they climbed here with all their hardships, they found that there was only a doctor who was as thin as a bone, and he was miserable, and a servant with a mask and ragged sleeves.

They are all women.

Sang Zi washed his hands in the basin Yan Qitong handed him, and asked slowly, "How many people came?"

Although the old man had many doubts in his heart, he still heaved a long sigh and said with sympathy: "We found out that you are here after many inquiries, and we also know that the road is difficult and dangerous, so we have made sufficient preparations. But we did not expect the truth to be far behind. It was far more difficult than we expected. The poisonous miasma at the foot of the mountain alone damaged two people. There is everything in this old forest, and ten people died in total protecting the young master and my old body."

Sangzi began to feel his pulse, and his words were soft: "Who told you I'm here?"

The old man hesitated for a moment, but did not speak.

"If you can find me, I will not hesitate." Sangzi raised her eyes and glanced at him.

The old man respectfully said: "Your whereabouts are rare on the black market, not to mention that not everyone here can get it, don't worry."

Sang Zi stopped talking when she heard the words, and leaned slightly on the table beside her, seemingly concentrating on her pulse.

Yan Qitong stood aside and observed quietly.From what the old man said, she couldn't help but change her view of Sangzi.It seems that her medical skills are very good, it is hard to find a fortune, and it is just a chance to find her way up the mountain.When Baoqiao didn't leave, he often frightened her, fearing that she would secretly run down the mountain.It is said that there are swarms of tigers and leopards in this mountain, and poisonous insects are everywhere, and every step may be a trap, a trap set by a fine beast.She couldn't sleep many nights because of her words.It was only later that I found out that the land of Sangzi seemed to be a stroke of genius. There had never been any intruders. As long as I didn't step out, it was the safest place. Only then did I slightly reduce my fear of being threatened by Baoqiao.

Yan Qitong was still waiting to peek at the old man's clothes, but he heard Sangzi say leisurely: "Please go back."