In the cold and snowy night, the pavilions, terraces and pavilions, green plum clay stoves, sitting opposite each other and drinking tea, are naturally elegant and extraordinary.
In the past few days, Anhua had a lot of imaginations about that worldly master with countless living people. Looking at the picture on the snowy lake at this time, he felt that it should be so.
At this time, the young man in the snow pavilion raised the wine in his hand and took a sip.
The night breeze sent lightly, lifted the curtain, and also brought the taste in the cup. People looked slightly different, because they smelled that it was not tea, but wine. Drinking on a snowy night is also an elegant thing, An Hua thought in his heart, and bowed respectfully to the small pavilion. When he raised his head and was about to speak, he found that the young man had disappeared.
The girl in black also left the table and came to the side of the bar.
Her eyes fell on the shore of the lake, as if she was looking at Anhua and his party, and also seemed to be looking at a more distant place. In the twilight of the snowy night and the mist of the lake water, the girl's face became clearer, but more blurred, her childishness was still there, but it was cold and dazzling, like a dream, like a mountain ghost.
In such a remote mountain, in a cold snowy night, with such a beautiful garden, such a cold and lonely girl, anyone can easily think of certain legends. Even Anhua, who grew up in the Thirteenth Division of Qingyu, had a clear heart, and couldn't help being in a trance for a moment, and even developed some inexplicable fear.
But she won't leave, because the young master is still lying on the stretcher and will die at any moment.
Others won't leave because they haven't got what they want.
"Let's go there first." The general said with a frown.
Of course, this trip to seek medical advice will not be too smooth, because it is obvious that the owner of Zhusha Dan does not want his true identity to be discovered.
The team from the Songshan Military Mansion stepped on the wooden bridge on the lake, and some messy footsteps broke the silence here.
The girl in black didn't seem to notice anything, she looked at a certain place in the night sky, her beautiful and cold face showed no emotion.
With the help of dim starlight and lights, Anhua noticed that there were many tiny air bubbles rolling in the lake under the bridge. After bursting, they condensed into water mist that filled the lake. The water mist was full of moisture and warmth. This lake should be formed by hot springs, and there may even be ground fissures deep in the bottom of the lake.
When everyone entered the pavilion, the girl in black still didn't turn around, she still looked outside the bar, as if these uninvited guests didn't disturb her mood of drinking on a snowy night.
Or, she didn't see these people at all, even if they had already come before her eyes.
An Hua looked at her and was about to salute again, when he suddenly smelled a smell, subconsciously looked at the clay stove, his body trembled slightly, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
The clay stove is very delicate, but it is only about a foot long, and it does not look obtrusive when placed on the table. There is an earthen bowl on the stove, and there is a gurgling sound in the bowl, just like the lakes outside the pavilion.
The wine is in a small pot carved with plums, and it is allowed to be brewed by the wind and snow, so this is not warming the wine or making tea, but stewing meat.
A bowl of braised mutton was stewed on the clay oven.
Compared with the picture of making tea on a snowy night, although this is a bit less elegant, it is not so shocking to Anhua.
The reason why she was shocked, and even couldn't help showing a heartache on her face now, was because she smelled very clearly that there were a lot of medicinal herbs in this bowl of braised mutton.
Angelica, wolfberry, clove, curculigo, epimedium...
In this bowl of mutton, she smelled some medicinal herbs, and those were the smells she had smelled in some kind of elixir.
Mr. Yang, the new medical officer of the Holy Medical Center, also looks very ugly now.
Because his real identity is Mr. Yang from the Tang family medicine store in Wenshui City, and he once decomposed that kind of elixir himself.
He was very sure that thirty-four kinds of medicinal materials were mixed in the pot of mutton stewed on the stove at this time, and they were the medicinal materials that made up the cinnabar pill! Looking at the girl in black by the fence again, his eyes narrowed, as sharp as a cold knife, with deep-seated hostility and anger, just like the words seeping through his teeth.
"What a luxurious style!"
Such a remote and remote mountain, in the cold winter season, can have such a beautiful garden, pavilions, terraces and pavilions, the owner's family is naturally extraordinary, not an ordinary wealthy family.
But all of these are not as shocking as this bowl of braised lamb.
"What's the matter?" The general noticed the difference in the expressions of the two, and asked in a deep voice.
Before An Hua had time to do anything, Mr. Yang rushed to the table, picked up chopsticks and turned over the remaining braised mutton in the bowl, then poured a glass of wine to his nose and sniffed it.
After just one sniff, Mr. Yang's face turned red, the same color as the mutton in the bowl.
Not drunk, but angry, his angry body kept shaking, and the wine in the glass spilled out, just like the next question with anger.
"What a waste of nature! This is something used to save lives, but you actually use it to stew meat and make wine!"
It was only at this time that people realized it, and they couldn't help being shocked. The general's face became more gloomy. Some people stared at the mutton and flagon on the table, and their eyes began to shine.
An Hua has woken up from the shock, but still feels very heartbroken, but more disappointed and sad.
After learning about Zhu Shadan, she had too many guesses about that mysterious doctor. She always felt that he must be an outsider who disregards fame and fortune, but... an extremely precious medicine that can keep frontline soldiers away from death and pain. , to that person, is it so unnecessary to care about it? Zhu Shadan is not a miracle created by him to save the common people with painstaking efforts, but just a game he plays in this world? He was just like a child, pretending to be a housewife, but the people who were watching were serious... Isn't it ridiculous that the world cherishes Zhu Shadan and people like himself worship him?
Well, even if this is just a game of the other party, for ordinary people like me who live in the mortal world, it is still a matter of life and death. Anhua sighed helplessly in his heart, concealed the sadness, and asked the girl in black: "Excuse me, are you the owner of the cinnabar pill?"
The girl in black turned around, but instead of answering her question, she looked at Mr. Yang. After Mr. Yang discovered that the bowl of mutton and the pot of wine most likely contained cinnabar, his emotions were completely occupied by the two feelings of anger and absurdity, and he didn't even notice that she looked over.
No one could see the emotion of the girl in black. Her immature and beautiful face was always expressionless, like eternal ice. Her voice was equally cold, but the meaning she expressed was completely different from Bingxue's. It was filled with a lot of enthusiasm, even a little violent, but of course it was still extremely absurd.
"You dared to touch my sacred and inviolable wine and meat with your dirty hand... This is really a thing to be admired."
Everyone including An Hua was stunned, not understanding what this meant. Mr. Yang finally woke up and looked over in amazement.
The girl in black's eyes were very bright, and said: "I haven't eaten human flesh for a long time, thank you for giving me such a perfect reason."
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