Why didn’t Wen Qingci go get the medicine box
Even though it was Xie Bufeng, there was a rare hint of confusion in his eyes.
The blood at the corner of his lips flowed into his slightly loose collar.
Wen Qingci didn't care about his own situation. He turned his head and looked at Xie Bufeng deeply, then smiled slowly as if relieved from a heavy burden: "Fortunately, ahem... Your Highness is not injured."
After she finished speaking, she finally wiped the blood from the corners of her lips and neck with the white handkerchief she carried with her.
Seeing that the young man was fine, Wen Qingci finally felt relieved that the heavy weight on his heart had fallen to the ground.
Xie Bufeng was brought to the entrance of Wanghe Valley by himself, and Wen Qingci absolutely could not watch him get into trouble here.
Not only does this go against one's conscience, it can also easily offend the future big boss and bring hatred upon oneself.
After a long silence, Xie Bufeng suddenly shifted his gaze from Wen Qingci to the icicles: "The medicine box is buried there."
His tone was exceptionally cold and hard.
Wen Qingci spent many days working tirelessly to prepare for the drug development project, which was the result of his hard work.
He should have gone to get the medicine box instead of... staying here with me.
I don't know when the ice on the river stopped moving.
Xie Bufeng's ears fell silent again.
"Ahem... I told you," he saw Wen Qingci adjusting his breathing, shaking his head gently and saying to himself with a smile, "Your Highness's life is the most precious thing."
My life
This was not the first time Wen Qingci had said this.
Reason told Xie Bufeng that if the bindweed flowers were gone, he could still go find some somewhere else, but he had to be the only one to test the medicine for the emperor.
But today, his heart was still confused for a moment because of Wen Qingci's words.
The entrance to the valley was blocked by icicles, and the group was temporarily trapped here.
Fortunately, the ice on the gravel beach was not thick, and the doctors cleaned it for a while and dug out the bindweed again.
While the doctors and attendants were clearing the ice and opening up the valley entrance from both ends, Wen Qingci started to prepare the medicinal materials.
He lit a silver lamp and roasted the bindweed along with the other herbs that had been prepared.
After noon, the towering mountains on both sides of the river blocked the sunlight, and the surroundings became extremely cold.
Only the flickering silver lamp illuminated Wen Qingci's eyes and brows.
It took nearly half an hour from mixing, crushing to refining the honey.
When Wen Qingci handed the half-formed pill to Xie Bufeng, the icicles at the entrance of the valley had also been cleared away.
Drug development must undergo clinical trials. When Wen Qingci was in school, some of his classmates had volunteered for drug trials.
But voluntary and forced are two completely different concepts.
In his opinion... the original owner's behavior was really immoral.
Therefore, Wen Qingci never watched Xie Bufeng test the medicine, but only checked his pulse regularly to confirm the efficacy and side effects of the medicine.
But today, there was only a small open space along the Wanghe River, so Wen Qingci had to watch the whole thing.
The young man slowly picked up the pill and spun it twice in his hand with the help of the silver lamp that was still on.
Then, he put the medicine into his mouth.
Xie Bufeng did not hesitate for a moment and looked extremely calm, obviously he was already familiar with this process.
For him, it's just part of the deal.
Wen Qingci couldn't help but clench his palms.
Xie Bufeng's overly frank attitude made Wen Qingci feel guilty, and his gaze towards the young man became somewhat complicated.
The light red pill melted as soon as it entered the mouth.
The pills are not bitter, and have a hint of the unique fragrance of bindweed.
Xie Bufeng didn't drink the water. After swallowing the pill, he turned around and looked at Wen Qingci.
The next second, he noticed that Wen Qingci's gaze was slightly different from before.
"What else is there to do?" The boy's voice was slightly puzzled.
The future big boss Xie Bufeng is not someone who is easily fooled.
Wen Qingci suddenly became nervous.
"No need." He retracted his gaze, put the rest of the pills into the brocade box, paused and chuckled, "I'm just a little envious of Your Highness."
envious
Why did Wen Qingci say this
As dusk deepened, the cold stone walls and icicles around lowered the temperature even more.
Wen Qingci coughed twice, gathered his clothes, and said nonchalantly: "Your Highness never seems to be curious about the side effects of these drugs."
"If you're just curious, there won't be any side effects?" The boy's tone was lightly disdainful.
Wen Qingci smiled and looked up at the dark blue sky. At last, he shook his head and said, "The Fuxuanhua Pill is not poisonous, but if used in excess, it will cause dependence or even drug resistance. In extreme cases, one pill is not enough to relieve the pain, and three to five pills, or even more than ten pills, will be effective."
"Your Highness, don't you find this very interesting?" After saying this, Wen Qingci finally turned his gaze back to Xie Bufeng.
The moon rose at an unknown time, hanging far away on the branches.
The overly thick eyelashes blocked the moonlight, and the pupils were still dark and as calm as a bottomless abyss.
But Xie Bufeng sensed an almost morbid obsession from those looks...
Without waiting for Xie Bufeng to answer, Wen Qingci gave the answer himself: "The accumulation of drug dosage and the change of 'quality' are invisible and intangible, but they have their own laws."
At first Wen Qingci just wanted to fool Xie Bufeng, but as he spoke, he couldn't help but express his true feelings.
My heart beat faster.
"Ahem... Although it is said that 'one can only treat illnesses, not fate', if there really is 'fate' and gods and Buddhas in this world, then perhaps only practicing medicine can help us confront them head-on." Wen Qingci's tone was gentle, like the slowly melting moonlight.
But the young man heard a bit of madness and arrogance in his words that was not usually seen.
In this world, perhaps only Wen Qingci is qualified to say such words.
Xie Bufeng's gaze, as if being drawn by something, was firmly locked on Wen Qingci.
As they were talking, a loud noise suddenly came from not far away, followed by cheers from the crowd.
—They finally cleared a passage and they don’t have to stay in this damn place tonight!
Wen Qingci couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Let's go, Your Highness, we can go back to Yongdu now." After saying that, he picked up the medicine box and wanted to leave.
"Wait—" Xie Bufeng suddenly stopped Wen Qingci, "What do you mean by envy just now?" he asked with a frown.
Xie Bufeng was originally a little taller than Wen Qingci, and at this time he was standing upstream of the river, blocking the moonlight behind him.
The cold light reflected by the ice reflected in Xie Bufeng's eyes, and his amber eyes actually had a bit more green.
In an instant, Wen Qingci became his prey trapped in the valley.
"Your Highness, do you remember that I am a medicine man?" Wen Qingci took a small step back and said to Bing Ling in the distance, "The medicine in this world has almost no effect on a medicine man."
There were many notes and books left by the original owner, but Wen Qingci had never read the part about medicine men in detail before.
Therefore, he only discovered this matter two days ago.
No wonder I tried taking medicine to take care of my body after I came here, but there was no effect!
Thinking of this, Wen Qingci couldn't help but feel a little scared.
I am only "half a medicine man". It would be fine if the medicine does not work. But if some chemical reaction occurs in the body and has a counterproductive effect, that would be fatal.
"So in my opinion, it's a pity not to experience this change."
After saying this, Wen Qingci smiled faintly at Xie Bufeng, and finally took the medicine box and slowly left the river.
Xie Bufeng's heart suddenly felt empty.
Wen Qingci was like a deep pool. In a trance, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of the unsettled undercurrents beneath the pool...
Just now, the ice rushed out of the valley, making a deafening sound.
The horses parked outside the valley were also frightened.
The coachman led the frightened horse out, and the return carriage was only half the size of the one that came, so several people had to share one.
Under normal circumstances, the doctors would be very happy to be able to share a carriage with the prince or the emperor's confidants.
But these two people... one is the "Fairy-faced Rakshasa" with a bad reputation, and the other has the words "difficult to get along with" written on his face.
No matter who it is, no one dares to get close to them.
In the end, Wen Qingci and Xie Bufeng could only ride in the same carriage.
The narrow carriage could only accommodate one person.
After getting on the carriage, Wen Qingci and Xie Bufeng sat by the window tacitly, drawing an invisible boundary in the middle of the carriage.
The night spread over the outskirts of the city, and there was silence all around.
Wen Qingci was so tired after a long day that he fell asleep without knowing when.
The loose black hair makes Wen Qingci's eyebrows and eyes look even softer.
A strand of hair covered the cinnabar between his eyebrows, and the light red between his lips became the only color on his entire face.
The road in the suburbs was not smooth, and Wen Qingci's forehead gently touched the boy's shoulder during the bumpy ride.
Xie Bufeng's body suddenly stiffened.
The moonlight slipped in through the window, illuminating the boy's ears, which had turned slightly red.
(End of this chapter)