Double "cheap" combination
Jing Rong nodded lightly.
Mu Jin smiled warmly and gestured to the maidservant beside her to bring out the things that she had prepared.
The maid carefully came forward with a book in her hands. "Young Master, this is my daughter's bargaining chip for today's poetry competition. Since you've won, this' Miscellany in the South 'is yours. Please accept it."
He narrowed his eyes and pushed it back.
"There's no need. 'Miscellaneous Records of the South' is an authentic ancient book. You should keep it for yourself."
"This …" The maid looked at her daughter awkwardly.
Mu Jin took the two books and said gently, "Young Master Jing's poem is a masterpiece. I can't match it, so I've lost. Today is the Lantern Festival, so I've set up a poetry contest and used this' Miscellaneous Records of the South 'as the prize. Young Master, if you win, you have to accept it. This is the rule, so don't break it."
Hand over the book!
He did not take it!
The scholars who couldn't answer the poem earlier chimed in, "Miss Mu Jin, since this gentleman doesn't want it, why don't you give it to us?"
"A good book is befitting of a talented scholar. Since none of you can answer my poem, how can I give you the Miscellaneous Records of the South?"
"Miss Mu Jin, you are the one who is biased."
Everyone burst into laughter.
Mu Jin didn't feel embarrassed and kept a smile on her face.
Jing Rong's expression turned cold. He could only take the book from her hands.
"Alright, I'll take this book."
With that, he strode away!
Mu Jin looked at the departing figure, and her peach blossom lips curved in delight.
Jing Rong walked through the crowd and calmly sat down at Ji Yunshu's table.
He didn't look at anyone and started drinking the moment he sat down.
However, his face was cold to the extreme.
Ji Yunshu didn't say anything. She knew that the prince was angry.
She was angry at herself for sneaking out.
She lowered her eyes and leaned towards Mo Ruo, who was gulping down wine.
Unexpectedly —
The silly Wei Yi asked excitedly, "Brother Jing, why are you here?"
"I came out to chase the thief," he replied coldly.
He took a sip of wine.
"Thief? Where is the thief? Was your stuff stolen? "
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"Human."
Hmm?
Wei Yi did not understand. His gaze lingered on Ji Yunshu for a while before he turned to Ji Yunshu. "Shu 'er, do you know?"
Damn it, I don't know!
She didn't know how to answer, so she sneaked a glance at Prince Leng.
Unfortunately, he was caught red-handed.
Jing Rong smirked and asked coldly, "Is it fun?"
There was a moment of silence.
She nodded. "Not bad."
"Sneaking out, this hobby is not bad."
"Your Highness likes to receive poems from girls. This hobby is not bad."
"Jealous?"
"I only eat spicy food, I don't get jealous."
"So be it. No one will say anything about you."
"I …" She was momentarily at a loss for words. She frowned and decided to change the subject. "Where's Brother Lang?"
"Him? I dismembered them. " He raised his right eyebrow and said very seriously, "Don't worry, after I deal with him, you won't be able to escape when we return."
What a ruthless remark!
Ji Yunshu's lips twitched, but she didn't say anything for a long time.
Mo Ruo watched from the side and laughed inwardly. He muttered, "The husband supports the wife, and the wife follows the husband. But in the end, the husband subdues the wife, and the wife burdens the husband."
Thud!
Under the table, Jing Rong mercilessly kicked him.
He clutched his sore knee and cried out, "Aiya!"
"You deserve it!" Ji Yunshu glared at him.
"Fine, fine, fine. I can't afford to provoke any of you. All of you are my ancestors, even more so than that brat Wei Yi."
With a trace of resentment, he was about to pick up the wine on the table.
Unexpectedly …
A slender and long finger pressed on the mouth of the wine pot.
His line of sight moved up along the wrist, and he saw a pair of large and spirited eyes, as well as a small and somewhat tender face.
The woman was dressed in red, and her hair was combed into a bun that didn't belong to the Central Plains. There were some small silver ornaments on the bun, and there were also many strange objects hanging on her body. Many of them had never been seen in the Central Plains. A gentle breeze brushed past, causing the string of bells on her neck to jingle. It was very strange.
She had one hand pressed on the mouth of the wine pot, and the other hand was twirling the red ribbon around her waist.
The top of the ribbon was inlaid with a small skull, and the bottom was tied to a small yellowed ancient scroll.
Her whole person was very strange!
But there was clearly a strange air about her, but it was swept away by her mischievous behavior and her cheeky eyes.
The woman raised the corner of her mouth and smiled. She unhurriedly picked up the wine pot under her palm, and boldly poured it into her mouth. The sweet wine overflowed from the corners of her mouth, along her chin, to her neck, to her clothes, and finally to the ground!
Mo Ruo looked at her with disgust and confusion.
"Where did this wild girl come from?"
Bang —
The woman slammed the wine pot on the table.
She carelessly wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and when the wine was completely swallowed, she glared at her. "You're the crazy girl. Does this wine belong to your family?"
"Although it doesn't belong to my family, who would snatch wine from someone else's hand to drink?" As she spoke, she pointed to the pile of wine pots at the side. "See that? It's all wine over there. Go and take it yourself. "
"I won't. This lady likes to snatch things from other people's hands."
"Oh? Then you're sick. You have to be treated. "
"Treated?" The woman sneered disdainfully. She bowed slightly and moved closer to him. "Then do you have medicine?"
Mo Ruo's mouth was famous for being cheap, and anyone who talked back to him would suffer. But this girl's mouth seemed to be even sharper than his.
But he wasn't angry. He stretched out his fingers and quickly grabbed the girl's wrist. His fingertips pressed on her pulse a few times, and after a moment, he flung her wrist away.
The girl was dumbfounded.
Mo Ruo said in all seriousness, "Your pulse is rapid. This is a deep pulse. Like a stone thrown into water, it will sink. If it's deep and strong, it will cause cold pain. If it's strong, it will cause an actual illness. Qianqiu is three grams, the water stem is one gram, and the flowers are seven grams. Cook it in the furnace for six hours and add well water.
The girl twisted her wrist.
She angrily said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Miss, didn't you ask me for medicine just now? I've already prescribed it. You just need to follow the instructions. "
The woman sneered and put one foot on the stool. She looked like a rogue and said, "So you're a charlatan. What nonsense are you talking about? I don't understand a word you're saying."
Jing Rong leisurely continued, "A deep pulse is an internal illness. It's not superficial. Qianqiu is the most important of all herbs. It can remove heat and dryness, and the water stem can clear the meridians. The flowers are used to calm the heart, and the sweet and cold well water can fuse heat and cold together. It's a good medicine for treating illness."
"What does that mean?"
"What this young master means is that you're sick. Sick from the inside. It's also commonly known as … rabies."
Jing Rong and Mo Ruo looked at each other and smiled.
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