Immortal Voices Chapter 66: Drink tea
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In the elegant little courtyard, only Fenhe and Lily of the valley were left looking at each other for a while. After a long time, Lily of the valley said bitterly: "Junior Brother Jiuli has completely forgotten us."
This is something that has never happened before. No matter how cold-tempered she is, she will never completely leave them behind.
But since Shen paid close attention to Rong Xian for a long time, he seemed to be hooked. Only Rong Xian was in his eyes, and she couldn't hold anything except Rong Xian.
"Senior Sister Fenhe, what is good about Rong Xian, why did Junior Brother after staying for a long time just fall in love with her." Lily of the valley looked sad and puzzled.
She and Shen Jiuliu have been with him for more than ten years. Regardless of their identity background or future prospects, they are the most suitable pair.
She had planned to wait for the long-stayed younger brother to return to the mountain this time, and they would be married by the suzerain and the elders, but she knew nothing.
A mortal who knows a little bit of kung fu, how can his status and qualifications be worthy of the Young Master of the Vast Sky Immortal Sect?
"Sister, I will never allow Rong Xian to be with her younger brother, she is not worthy." Ling Lan's tone was extremely gloomy.
Fenhe knew that she had gotten into the tip of the horns. No matter how she persuaded her, she couldn’t persuade her to come back. Unless the Young Sect Master can separate from Rong Xian and get married with Suzuran, this matter will definitely become Suzuran’s obsession. It's not fun to be enchanted.
She pondered for a moment, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes: "Sister, don't worry, I will help you."
How to choose between outsiders and relatives is very clear. No matter how good Rong Xian is, it is not as important as the lily of the valley she grew up watching. Moreover, Suzuran is still the granddaughter of the great elder, and the relationship between her and the young master can stabilize the position of the young master.
Make up their minds, the two are not too anxious. The first time they went down the mountain, the things outside the mountain were very fresh. Before, there were elders following them and they were afraid to be presumptuous. Now there are no elders around, and both of them are walking around curiously. Then, once in a while, I took a long look to keep people from leaving the range of their spiritual consciousness.
Poverty, the child's immature cough sound is very clear.
Rong Xian walked over with the medicine bowl and said softly: "Mu Mu, it will be more comfortable to drink the medicine."
Xiao Le walked over and lifted Mu Mu up like an adult. Rong Xian sat on the bed with a smile on the corner of her mouth. The temperature is just right.
Before she could give Mumu the medicine, Mumu's grandfather came over with two bowls of tea and put them on the side table: "The old man has nothing but tea here. I hope Doctor Rong will not dislike it."
Rong Xian's gaze paused for a moment on the tea bowl, stirred the concoction with a spoon, and pretended to say: "I have always heard Xiao Le say that your tea is the best. I have tasted the tea made by Xiao Le before. Today It’s the right time to have a taste of what you made."
When she talked, she looked warm and gentle, and she couldn't see the dying attitude that she had previously disliked others for tea.
Shen Jiuliu, who was standing by, heard her, his eyelids twitched.
If I remember correctly, he just mentioned this tea a little bit before coming, and Xiao Xian's attitude was like what he had done.
Although the taste of the tea is really unbearable.
But now--
His gaze flicked over Rong Xian, and he was slightly thoughtful. Is the girl's mind so fickle?
The tension and anxiety on the face of the old man who heard Rong Xian's compliment disappeared, completely taking her polite remarks as true.
The old man grinned with a big smile, and directly handed the tea bowl to Rong Xian: "Since you want to taste it, drink it while it is hot."
Rong Xian lowered his head to meet the tea bowl brought to his lips, looked up at the enthusiastic smiling face of the old man, and realized for the first time what it means to lift a rock and hit him in the foot.
She rubbed her forehead in distress, feeling that it was not a good thing to pretend to be too good.
Although the hospitality is difficult, Rong Xian doesn't want to wrong herself.
She raised her hand and gently raised the medicine bowl, pretending to be a pity: "This medicine is not good to drink when it is cold. It seems that you have to taste the old man's tea, and you have to be patient and so on."
Speaking, the spoon in his hand was still stirring the medicine bowl, and the concoction that had just been slightly cool began to heat up again.
Shen Jiuliu who saw everything silently: "..." The mood is a little bit complicated.
When the old man heard that the medicine could not be delayed, he quickly put the tea bowl back on the table. The tea can be made at any time. The grandson’s illness is more important.
Rong Xian breathed a sigh of relief without immediately facing the bowl of tea that was difficult to swallow. Then he handed the medicine bowl to Mu Mu and said with a smile, "Mu Mu, drinking it all at once will not feel bitter anymore."
The old man said anxiously on one side: "It's a bit hot, and it's blowing."
Rong Xian blinked, and took the trouble to cool the concoction again.
Mu Mu obediently took the medicine bowl, and licked his tongue tentatively like a cat. When he found it was not hot, he drank it in one breath, and his entire face was wrinkled in pain.
Suddenly, it seemed that something was stuffed in his mouth, and he subconsciously chewed. A milky sweet scent spread across the bud, immediately dispelling the bitter taste in his mouth.
Mu Mu looked at Rong Xian with a smile on the side in surprise. He looked at Rong Xian’s hand, but found that there was nothing. He couldn’t help but asked with a whisper, “Doctor Rong, that’s sugar. Right?"
Rong Xian pursed his lips and smiled, and took the medicine bowl in his hand and put it aside and said, "It's sugar, I have eaten my sugar, are you ready for me to get a needle?"
Mu Mu shrank his neck and seemed a little scared, but looking at Rong Xian's gentle appearance, he just mustered the courage and said: "Get ready, I'm not afraid."
Rong Xian chuckled softly, took out the cloth bag from the medicine box, opened the cloth bag, and pinned long silver needles inside.
Rong Xian traversed these silver needles with her fingers, and took out one of them. The expression on her face became serious.
The fingertip flicked the silver needle, and a little light flashed on the needle.
The silver needle pierced the acupuncture points on Mu Mu's body quickly, but after a while, Rong Xian's fingers moved slightly, and the silver needle had returned to the cloth bag.
Looking at Mu Mu who had fainted with her eyes closed, Rong Xian lay Mu Mu flat on the bed. After he covered the quilt, she took the pulse for him, and then smiled: "The moisture in the lungs has been removed, Mu Mu Mu sleeps and is fine."
The old man's complexion relaxed, and the smile on his face became more real.
The way the old man expresses his gratitude is very simple and simple. He poured out the tea on the wooden table, and re-made a big bowl for Rong Xian and Shen Jiuliu.
Rong Xian, who has not escaped a catastrophe: "..." What is the taste of this tea, doesn't the host have any points in his heart?
But looking at the sincere smile of the old man, he might not count.
Rong Xian reluctantly took over the shabby porcelain bowl that was obviously missing a hole in front of him, and smiled at the old man with a brilliant smile: "You are so polite."
The old man was moved and said: "Dr. Rong does not receive the consultation fee for free medication. I am grateful that it is too late. Just making two cups of tea is nothing."
He sighed in his heart that Dr. Rong was so kind, but he tried to push around after drinking a cup of tea for fear of causing trouble to him. He was such a good person.