Wen Xinya came to the study room carrying a bowl of Angelica Blood-Replenishing Soup. Si Yiyan was talking on the phone in E language. The face that she still couldn't find words to describe its charm, now had much clearer contours than before, and was vaguely tougher. His facial features were as if carved by a knife and an axe, and his nose was as straight as a mountain, with a kind of sculptural beauty. His deep eyes were indifferent, but there was a kind of arrogance that looked down on the world.
His bony fingers rested on the computer, tapping on it from time to time. For some reason, the crisp sound had a murderous tone.
Seeing her coming, Si Yiyan said a few words and hung up the phone.
"Did something happen?" Wen Xinya asked in a low voice. He was wearing a light charcoal-colored shirt. That charcoal color was like ink dissolved in water, full of freehand elegance, without any trace of the fierceness and murderousness just now.
Si Yiyan pulled her to sit on the sofa and explained with a faint smile: "It's nothing serious, don't worry."
Wen Xinya did not ask any more questions, but handed the small bowl in front of her to him: "Drink this bowl of angelica blood-replenishing soup! I boiled it over a slow fire for two hours."
Although Si Yiyan's injuries have almost recovered, Wen Xinya still prepares nourishing medicinal food for him and boils blood-replenishing soup for him to drink every day.
When Si Yiyan smelled the bitter and strong medicinal flavor of the blood-replenishing soup, her beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned, but she still took it and drank it spoonful by spoonful.
Wen Xinya's eyes were full of smiles when she saw him cooperating like this. She couldn't help but think of the time when Wen Haowen broke her head and Jiang Ma and He Ma made blood-replenishing soup for her. The effect of Angelica Blood-Replenishing Soup was really good, but the taste was more bitter than ordinary medicine. She had only drunk it twice before and refused to drink it again.
But Si Yiyan has been drinking it for almost half a month. He frowns every time the drink is brought to him, but he drinks it up every time.
After finishing a bowl of blood-replenishing medicine, Si Yiyan was just about to get some tea to rinse his mouth when a piece of sweet pastry was handed to his lips: "I specially asked Mother He to make lotus seed cake. It tastes sweet and not greasy. Eat it quickly to relieve the bitterness."
Si Yiyan ate the cake from the hand she handed over. It was just as she said, sweet and not greasy, and the bitterness in his mouth faded. "My injury has healed, and I don't need to drink this kind of soup or medicine anymore."
Wen Xinya said confidently, "The wound has healed, but I lost so much blood before, it won't be replenished in a day or two. This recipe is Grandpa Du's secret recipe, don't worry... It's just to replenish qi and blood, it won't be excessive."
Si Yiyan looked at her expression that showed no room for negotiation and sighed slightly. The taste of the medicine was really...
Wen Xinya burst out laughing: "Do you want your face to be as bitter as that bowl of medicine? I make medicine for you and serve you every day, and you still despise me."
Si Yiyan held her hand and said quickly, "How dare I!"
"That's more like it!" Wen Xinya raised her eyes complacently, her eyes were rippling and intoxicating.
Si Yiyan couldn't help himself and leaned over and kissed her lips.
Wen Xinya struggled twice and resolutely pushed him away. She covered her lips with one hand and pointed at Si Yiyan's lips with the other hand, saying in a vague voice: "It's bitter... so bitter!"
Faced with rejection, Si Yiyan's face looked unhappy, and even the bitter taste in his mouth, which was bearable before, became unbearable at this moment.
Wen Xinya looked at Si Yiyan's cold and elegant face, which had rarely darkened, and could not help laughing. She took the initiative to move over and kiss his lips, but Si Yiyan held the back of her head and kissed her passionately.
A bitter taste filled her mouth, and Wen Xinya's face wrinkled like a bun. She couldn't help but complain in her heart: Si Yiyan is clearly taking revenge, blatant revenge.
Si Yiyan let go of her lips and smiled softly, "People say that happiness should be shared, difficulties should be shared, and suffering should naturally be shared as well."
Wen Xinya glared at him angrily: "I don't know who said, "I will bear the suffering and pain, and you will enjoy the happiness." Master Xia Sijiu is a forgetful person. He forgot what we said to each other so quickly!"
Si Yiyan smiled playfully: "When faced with beauty, my eyes are dazzled and my heart is moved. All my thoughts are thrown out of the sky."
Wen Xinya laughed out loud: "I was saying, Si Yiyan, you are your parents' only son, but everyone calls you Jiu Shao. I used to think that the number nine represented nobility, but it turns out it means a heart with nine orifices. No one can beat you in terms of talking."
Si Yiyan said calmly: "In some ways, you are right. The ruler of each generation of the Xia Si family is named Nine. Not only because nine is the most honorable number, but also because we must possess nine qualities, which can be regarded as having nine orifices in our hearts."
Wen Xinya's eyes rolled. She didn't expect there was a story behind this. She asked quickly, "Bi Gan only has seven orifices in his heart, but you actually have nine orifices in your heart. Tell me what nine qualities are they?"
"The hardness and composure of horns and bones, the nobility and flawlessness of jade, the firmness and immovability of rock, these are character and the foundation of human beings; the loyalty of the wolf, the cunning of the fox, the patience of the leopard, these are personality and the foundation of the world; the solemnity of Qi Sha, the courage of Po Jun, the cunning of Tan Lang, these are means and the foundation of power, conspiracy and conquest."
This matter is not a secret, and it is precisely because of the exaggeration of such rumors that every person in power of the Xia Si family is mysterious and legendary, which makes people extremely fearful and also lays the foundation for the absolute power and status of the Xia Si family.
Wen Xinya couldn't help but widen her eyes: "It's incredible, how can we cultivate such qualities?"
She didn't know about other people in power in the Xia Si family, but Si Yiyan definitely possessed these nine qualities, and was even better than what these nine qualities showed.
Si Yiyan looked at her wide eyes, which were flashing with curiosity. His eyes gradually became brighter and brighter. "A person's character is cultivated through education, but personality requires painstaking study. When I was very young, I lived with wolves, foxes, and leopards. Only by living with them can I learn their most valuable qualities. The other three are the art of scheming and maneuvering, which I learned with Mo Gong."
When he was young, because his character was too soft, his father deliberately sent him and his mother to Country Z for vacation in order to train his courage, and let him live with wild beasts. He was very scared at the time, and would unconsciously make provocative gestures from time to time, and the wild beasts would attack him crazily. However, his father sent many experts to protect him, so he did not suffer any harm.
From then on, he learned to observe the living habits and personality traits of wild animals. After understanding these, those terrible wild animals were just docile big cats in his eyes.
Wen Xinya took a deep breath and asked quickly, "You have lived with wild animals, so won't they hurt people?"
In her mind, wild beasts are all ferocious. Si Yiyan actually lived with wild beasts when he was a child. This was simply beyond her understanding.
Si Yiyan noticed her nervousness and took her hand and said with a smile: "Of course wild animals will hurt people, but the Xia Si family has trained animals, so as long as they don't do anything provocative, they won't hurt people, but there will be some accidents occasionally."
Wen Xinya breathed a sigh of relief, and said with emotion: "No one is born with excellence. It needs to be cut, polished, and rubbed like a bone or a stone before it can be achieved."