Ink Burns

Chapter 64: The Hot Tobacco Pot

[The previous chapter has been modified to some extent. Those who read it before 12:30 am can refresh and read it again. A Yuan personally thinks that this treatment will be better.]

The epidemic lasted for the first seven days like a flood. After we got through the first wave and the situation stabilized, things got a little better.

Lord Bai, who succeeded Lord Liu as prefect, was also a strange man. He was a prefect of the fourth rank, such a high-ranking official, but he would wander around the city every day in his white pheasant green robe and a veil, checking for omissions and filling them up. He issued an order: all pharmacies, medical clinics and public drug stores in the city that are under the age of 50 and have both sons and daughters must open. If they don't open now, they will not be allowed to open again after the epidemic is over!

Then the prescription of Cheng Xingyu San and the acupuncture techniques were made public.

Several medical clinics gathered together and basically agreed with Cheng Xingyu's idea of "first acupuncture to stop vomiting, and then prescribe the right medicine". After several sleepless days, the medical clinics considered the prescription and dosage several times, and innovated the prescription. On the basis of the basic prescription explored by Cheng Xingyu, they added and subtracted more than a dozen medicines such as roasted ephedra, northern apricot kernel, and gypsum, and continued to refine the acupuncture techniques and acupoints.

After all, Cheng Xingyu is not a lone tree in the forest, unable to make any difference alone.

The epidemic is still going on and cannot be eradicated.

Several doctors concluded: "Humans are born in harmony with the heaven and earth. Epidemics surround us and spread at unusual times. It may take at least a month or at most a hundred days. We can only do our best and leave the rest to fate."

I have done everything and can only wait quietly.

Shan Yue went to the charity hall every day. In the morning, she went out of the main gate with a veil on her head. However, the servant Xishun beside Cheng Xinghe called her to get on the carriage and said, "Young Master, please go to Liu Mansion with us!"

Cheng Xingyu had been fighting for his life outside, while Cheng Xinghe had been hiding in the inner house, guarding Lin Yueyue and Hu Tianhai. He didn't care about anything for the first ten days, but when he heard the noise from the charity hall outside the door had obviously subsided, he called for help. He was shocked across the courtyard: ".The prescription has been issued!? Our medicine is also effective?!"

After asking the two questions, Shan Yue understood: He must have the prescription for treatment in his hand, hiding behind the scenes, waiting for the opportunity
Unfortunately, Cheng Xingyu and she were killed together.

A sneer appeared under the veil of Shan Yue, and Sui Xishun got into the carriage through the side door.

In the carriage, Cheng Xinghe sat with a gloomy face, without a veil. Seeing Shanyue wearing a veil, he gritted his teeth and said, "Take it off! How can you listen to the words of that sick dog?! What can these thin layers of veil block!? I, your master, have hidden the prescription. Even if you get infected, I will cure you! Take it off for me!"

Shan Yue's eyes turned, and she returned to her timid look: "Don't be angry for a moment, you should wear it too... Everyone in the city wears it. The second young master also composed a doggerel - wash your hands frequently, wear a veil, don't gather food, sleep well, boil water, cook with bowls and chopsticks, take medicine from time to time, and all diseases will disappear."

Cheng Xinghe was so angry that his chest felt tight and stuffy: "He has become a big star! - A consumptive patient who can't live past the age of 20 is not worthy of standing on the stage!"

Shan Yue Yizhi: What does it mean to not live past the age of twenty?
Cheng Xinghe was still cursing, cursing very filthy, and even cursed Cheng Daxing and Cheng Xingyu's biological mother Aunt Pang, and wished he could dig up the Cheng family's ancestral grave and curse to his heart's content. Finally, after venting all the anger that had been accumulating in his chest, Cheng Xinghe let out a long sigh and turned to talk to Shanyue about business: "This time, it was Lord Liu who summoned you. Someone must be here to paint your portrait. I was so busy that I forgot to tell you to dress neatly."

Shan Yue said "Oh" and frowned: "The epidemic has not yet passed, I can go by myself, you don't have to see me off."

Cheng Xinghe seemed to have heard a huge joke: "For you?"

Cheng Xinghe straightened his sleeves and collar, raised his chin and said, "Lord Liu is looking for me for something else."

Is it a reward?

Those seven or eight carts of medicinal materials can’t be given away for free, right?

He also prepared precious supplements such as ginseng slices, bergamot ginseng, and black wolfberry for Princess Jing'an's mansion.

It was no pity that he didn't get the upper hand in the epidemic; as long as the nobles in the capital were satisfied, he would still be the best lackey. Oh - no, he was no lackey now. Didn't he have the blood of officials and gentry? He was on an equal footing with those nobles, and no one was afraid of anyone else! When he arrived at Liu's house, a white-haired gentleman sat in the gatehouse with a veil on his face. He would take the pulse and check the mouth, nose, eyes and ears of every person who came in, and only let them into the house after confirming that they were all right.

The person who came was still the little Jasmine from that day.

She lowered her head respectfully and led Shanyue and Cheng Xinghe into the inner courtyard and into the side hall.

Shanyue was left among the flowers to wait for the painter, while Cheng Xinghe was taken to the next room.

In the side room, a silver double-eared auspicious beast incense burner was burning with a paste made from medicinal dust. White smoke was winding up, and a strong medicinal smell entered the nose.

Lord Liu sat at the head of the hall, holding a water pipe mixed with vanilla in his hand, inhaling and exhaling smoke, squinting his eyes, and prying up the pipe with one hand to shake off the ashes.

Cheng Xingyi slid over, snatched the copper-bottomed dark basin from Xiao Moli's hand, half-knelt beside Master Liu, and said with a flattering smile, "Dad, I will serve you to smoke."

In the misty smoke, Lord Liu half-opened his eyes, looked at Cheng Xinghe and coughed twice: "Okay, okay, my son is filial."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the burning cigarette butt pressed hard on Cheng Xinghe's left cheek along with the words.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! - Dad - Dad - Dad!" Cheng Xinghe couldn't avoid it and screamed: "Dad! Your hand went astray! It went astray! Ah -"

Cheng Xinghe wanted to hide, but Lord Liu stood up, his long beard trembling slightly, and his other hand directly pressed the back of Cheng Xinghe's head: "Hide? Dad wants to burn you, and you dare to hide?"

The dented cigarette butt was burning red, and the flesh and skin stuck to the bottom of the pot, giving off a smell that was both fragrant and smelly.

Cheng Xinghe screamed in agony.

Shanyue heard it clearly through the window lattice, with his ear pressed against the partition, holding his breath and concentrating, when a painter, wearing a veil and with a tall and thin figure, knocked on the door and came in carrying a box.

Shan Yue turned her head and glanced to the side. Her index finger also printed on the veil, making a gesture of silence. She leaned over and placed a small ingot of silver on the low table beside the painter: "You can paint it in any way you want. It doesn't matter if there is a mole around the mouth or a scar on the eyelid. You can paint it as you like. If the money is not enough, you can add more. Thank you."

During this epidemic period, how much would the painters who came from the capital to Nanzhili be valued by "Qingfeng"?
Everyone is just doing their job perfunctorily, and they are getting paid for it. Doesn't that mean there is nothing better in the world?

The painter lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at the silver beside him, and then naturally raised his eyes to the girl in front of him.

The girl's mouth, nose and chin were completely covered with three or four layers of gauze, but her eyes that were exposed were extremely dazzling. They were a pair of very eye-catching phoenix eyes, narrow in front and wide in the back, slightly upturned, with very long eye slits, and long and curled eyelashes, but they still couldn't hide the cold and thin background in her eyes.

It would have been more convenient for her to just throw the silver over, but she chose a more difficult but more respectful method.

The painter lowered his head, said "Oh", and casually hid the silver into his lapel.

　The first update is a little late, and the next update will also be a little late. If it is too late, there will be three updates tomorrow.

　　It's another day when everyone is watching but no one is commenting.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)