In a cold and snowy night, in a pavilion, on a green plum stove, sitting across from each other and drinking tea, it was a scene that exuded elegance and extraordinariness.
In the past few days, An Hua had imagined many things about that otherworldly master who had saved countless lives. Now that she saw the scene on the lake, she felt that this was exactly how it should be.
At this moment, the young man in the pavilion raised the cup of wine in his hand and took a small sip.
The breeze lifted the curtains and also carried the taste of the cup. Everyone was surprised, as they could tell that this was not tea, but wine. Drinking wine on a snowy night is also an elegant affair, An Hua thought to herself. She respectfully bowed to the pavilion, but when she raised her head and prepared to speak, she realized that the young man had disappeared.
The black-clothed girl had also left the table and come to the railing.
Her gaze was fixed on the shore of the lake. It seemed like she was looking at An Hua's party, but it also seemed like she was looking at an even more distant place. In the faint light of the snowy night and the mist of the lake, the girl's face became a little clearer, yet even more indistinct. She still had a childish air, but she was cold and dazzling, dreamlike and illusory, like a mountain spirit.
In such a desolate mountain, on a cold snowy night, encountering such a beautiful garden, and such a cold and aloof young girl, anyone would easily associate it with certain legends. Even An Hua, who had grown up in the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green and had a clear Dao heart, couldn't help but be dazed for a moment, even feel an inexplicable fear.
But she would not leave, because the young array master was still lying on the stretcher, ready to die at any moment.
The others would also not leave, because they had not obtained what they wanted to obtain.
"Let's go over first," the general said with a frown.
This journey to seek medical advice would naturally not go too smoothly, because it was obvious that the master of the Cinnabar Pill did not want her true identity to be discovered.
The squad from the Mount Song Army headquarters stepped onto the wooden bridge over the lake, their somewhat disorderly footsteps shattering the silence.
The black-clothed girl seemed unaware. She looked at a certain place in the night sky, her beautiful and cold face devoid of emotion.
Using the dim starlight and lantern light, An Hua noticed that there were many tiny bubbles roiling in the lake under the bridge. When they burst, they condensed into a mist that covered the surface of the lake. The mist was filled with moisture and warmth. It was obvious that this lake was formed from the condensation of hot springs, and there was even a crack in the ground at the bottom of the lake.
When everyone entered the pavilion, the black-clothed girl still did not turn around. She was still looking out the railing, as if these uninvited guests did not disturb her mood of drinking on a snowy night.
Or perhaps, these people did not exist in her eyes at all, even though they had already arrived in front of her.
An Hua was about to bow again when she suddenly smelled something and subconsciously turned to the clay stove. Her body trembled and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.
The clay stove was very delicate, no more than a foot long. It didn't seem out of place when placed on the table. A clay bowl was placed on top of the stove, and the bubbling sound of the bowl was similar to the lake water outside the pavilion.
The wine was in a small pot carved with plum blossoms, steeped in the cold wind and snow, so this was not warming the wine, nor was it brewing tea, but stewing meat.
A pot of braised lamb was being stewed on the clay stove.
Compared to the scene of stewing tea on a snowy night, this was admittedly lacking in elegance, but it was not enough to shock An Hua so much.
The reason she was shocked, the reason she couldn't help but reveal a pained expression on her face, was because she could clearly smell that this pot of braised lamb contained the scent of many medicinal ingredients.
Angelica, wolfberry, clove, immortal grass, epimedium …
She could smell a few medicinal ingredients in this pot of lamb, and these were all smells that she had once smelled from a certain pill.
The new medical officer of the Sacred Hospital, Sir Yang, also had an extremely nasty complexion.
This was because his true identity was Sir Yang, a Guardian of the Tang clan's medicine store in Wenshui City. He had once personally dissected that pill.
He was extremely confident that the thirty-four medicinal ingredients mixed into the pot of lamb stewing on the stove were the ingredients needed to make the Cinnabar Pill! He once more turned to the black-clothed girl by the railing and narrowed his eyes, sharp as blades, carrying a bone-chilling hostility and rage. It was as if those words had been squeezed through his teeth.
"Truly extravagant and extravagant!"
To be able to have such a beautiful garden and pavilion in such a remote mountain in the middle of winter, the owner was naturally no ordinary clan, no ordinary wealthy clan.
But none of this was as shocking as this pot of braised lamb.
"What's wrong?" the general noticed the strange expressions on the faces of the two and sternly asked.
Before An Hua had time to do anything, Sir Yang rushed to the table and used his chopsticks to flip over the leftover braised lamb in the pot. He then poured a cup of wine and brought it to his nose to take a sniff.
With just a sniff, Sir Yang's face turned red, the same color as the lamb in the pot.
He was not drunk, but angry. He was so angry that his body began to tremble and the wine in his cup spilled out, just like the angry question that followed.
"What a reckless waste of a heavenly treasure! This is something used to save lives, but you actually used it to stew meat and make wine! "
The crowd finally understood and couldn't help but be stunned. The general's face became even more gloomy, and some people stared at the lamb and wine pot on the table, their eyes beginning to glow.
An Hua had already awoken from her shock, but she still felt a great deal of heartache, but she felt even more disappointment and sorrow.
After learning of the Cinnabar Pill, she had made far too many conjectures about that mysterious medical expert. She had always felt that he was an otherworldly expert who disregarded fame and profit, but … an incomparably precious medicine that could allow soldiers on the frontlines to escape death and pain, was it really so insignificant to that person? The Cinnabar Pill was not a miracle that he had painstakingly created to save the common people, but a game that he was playing in this world? He was just like a child, playing house, but the people watching from the side were actually taking it seriously … then wasn't the value that the common people placed on the Cinnabar Pill and the adoration that people like her held for him particularly laughable in his eyes?
Fine, even if this was just a game, it was still a matter of life and death to ordinary people like her who lived in the mortal world. An Hua inwardly sighed helplessly, concealing her sorrow. She asked the black-clothed girl, "May I ask if you are the master of the Cinnabar Pill?"
The black-clothed girl turned around, but she did not answer her question. Instead, she looked at Master Yang. When Master Yang realized that the bowl of lamb and the pot of wine were both highly likely to contain the Cinnabar Pill, his emotions had been completely consumed by anger and absurdity, so he did not notice her gaze.
No one could see the black-clothed girl's emotions. Her young and elegant face was forever devoid of emotion, like an ancient block of ice. Her voice was similarly cold, but the meaning expressed was completely different from ice. It was brimming with passion, even a little berserk, and of course, it was still incredibly absurd.
"Your filthy hands actually dared to touch my sacred and inviolable wine and meat … this is truly a matter worthy of praise."
Everyone, including An Hua, was stunned, not understanding what she meant. Master Yang finally came to his senses and looked over in shock.
The black-clothed girl's eyes were extremely bright as she said, "It's been a very long time since I've eaten human meat. Thank you for giving me such a perfect reason."
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(Greetings to everyone for the New Year. This is the first chapter of the new year. It mainly talks about eating meat. Tomorrow, I'll talk about how to get rid of the grease and protect the stomach, hahahaha.)
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