Chapter 189

Sun Hongye opened his mouth to speak, but looked around and said: "This is not convenient." People were coming and going in the medical hall, and at this time, two little girls were changing medicine for the patient opposite him, and occasionally turned to peek at He Lingchuan.

This place is only suitable for gossip.

He Lingchuan understood and changed the subject: "How do you feel now?"

"Sour, swollen, painful, weak all over." Sun Hongye had been talking for so long and was a bit tired, so he didn't hide it.

"There is a famous doctor here; you just follow the doctor's orders; I won't give you medicine, so as not to conflict with the medicinal properties." The poison on the arrow was vicious, and the kid almost died last night, so he will inevitably suffer more. "Rest well, I will come to see you the day after tomorrow."

Subsequently, He Lingchuan personally went to find the attending doctor and asked him to carefully recuperate Sun Hongye, and the expenses would be paid by the He family.

This afternoon, Sun Hongye found that the meals served by the medical hall were very different; the carefully boiled pig liver porridge was added with wolfberry, and it was paired with two radish silk cakes fried golden and crispy, and a large meat bun, with the meat filling stuffed very solidly. There was also a small dish of pickled vegetables with moderate salty and sweet taste.

Envious of others.

After Sun Hongye asked, he felt even more favorable toward He Lingchuan.

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He Lingchuan just walked out of the medical hall, and Liu Bangban also returned, taking the carriage back to the inn.

He himself was a patient, and after walking around outside, his wounds ached again.

Lady Ying had already gone to his guest room and missed him, and frowned when she saw him return: "Running outside with injuries, do you not want your life?"

He Lingchuan heard the concern hidden in the blame, and smiled as he took out a box and handed it over: "Bought a little something for Mother."

This square box itself was made of yellow pear wood, light brown, and looked like it had been around for some years; the surface was smooth without decoration or engraving, only a lacquer seal in the lower left corner written:

Yangliu Mountain Studio.

Lady Ying opened the box and saw a pumpkin-shaped hand warmer lying on the soft cushion.

She also had a few hand warmers herself, and the styles were either flowers and birds or bats and longevity, and the materials were either purple copper or white copper, but the one in front of her was indigo bottom with gilded dark patterns, without fixed patterns, and the lines were deep and shallow, but it was calm, luxurious, and atmospheric, as if it could glow by itself in the dark.

Lady Ying only looked at it once, and her eyes couldn't move away.

There was no charcoal in the stove, but Lady Ying felt a slight warmth when she touched it, smooth and round. "Where did you find this?"

"This is an ancient object from the previous dynasty." Liu Bangban timely helped, "About two hundred years ago, Yangliu Mountain Studio was the most famous instrument workshop in the eastern part of the Western Luo Nation, and this 'Spring View' hand warmer is a treasure left by the Sect Master himself. Originally, mirrors, stoves, combs, hairpins, and boxes were a complete series, and each had a mark on the bottom, but to this day, other sets cannot be found."

Lady Ying played with the small stove: "It is indeed beautiful, but what does this color have to do with spring?"

Spring is full of grass and warblers, and the colors representing this theme are usually red, yellow, and green; how could it be such a calm color as dark blue and dark gold? It would be more suitable for winter.

Liu Bangban laughed: "You don't know, the owner of Yangliu Mountain Studio accidentally fell into the water when he was young. In early spring, the ice lake had just melted, and he looked up from the bottom of the water, seeing the sunlight hitting through the cracks in the ice, which was such a scene. He remembered this scene, and decades later, he finally reproduced it in his work."

Lady Ying didn't want to be reserved, but her mouth couldn't close with a smile: "So there are these allusions!"

She didn't want to lose her composure in front of her eldest son, and coughed hard: "Chuan'er has a heart, and Mother likes it very much. Liu Bangban, a few official wives are coming to see me later; go to the city and buy some old-fashioned snacks for me to treat guests."

Her leg was injured, but it didn't hurt the bones, and after Ling Guang's medicine, the pain had been suppressed. Time in Shi Huan City is precious, and it cannot be used only for recuperation.

Liu Bangban hurriedly agreed, and winked at He Lingchuan when he turned around.

This thing was found by him.

In the past month or two, a large number of officials and wealthy merchants have been raided. Those valuable belongings quickly circulated in the market in various ways; as long as you have the eye and the wealth, now is indeed a good time to hunt for treasures.

If the He family had come a year later, the price of that Spring View hand warmer would have at least doubled.

He Lingchuan gave him a thumbs up; only those with good stories are good antiques. Such a professional thing as sending gifts to women is indeed better to be handled by professional people, otherwise it is really better not to send.

He also prepared a silver-haired pen for He Yue and a set of clothes for He Chunhua as gifts.

When the guests came to the door, Lady Ying asked the servants to add charcoal to the Spring View stove, and happily placed it on the tea table, preparing to play with it inadvertently while chatting with the official wives.

Such a beautiful and charming thing is like jewelry, and it must be worn for people to see.

He Lingchuan just returned to the inn, and only took two sips of hot tea, when a guard came to report:

"Li Fubo from Songyang Prefecture requests an audience."

He Lingchuan was overjoyed and personally welcomed him to the inn entrance.

This chief master craftsman of the Songyang Prefecture's furnace came lightly and quickly, followed by two disciples.

The two exchanged greetings, and Li Fubo introduced: "This is my direct disciple; they want to go north with me, to help on the side and gain knowledge on the side. I will pay for food and accommodation; can the proprietor accommodate?"

"I couldn't ask for more." He Lingchuan laughed, "Master Li, why be so polite? It is already embarrassing to let you travel thousands of miles with me. I will cover the expenses of the two little brothers."

Li Fubo saw that he was generous, so he didn't push anymore, and the topic turned to the broken knife: "Continuing casting is like alchemy; it requires monitoring throughout the process, and there is only one chance. It is inconvenient on the road, so I want to start after arriving in Xiazhou?"

He Lingchuan also understood the truth that haste makes waste, so he just said no rush, and took the walnut boat out of his arms, a bit embarrassed: "Master Li, help me see, can this thing still be repaired?"

"Mustard Seed Boat?" Li Fubo was stunned, "Is it also Sun Fuping's?"

"Good eye. I thought this thing was called a walnut boat." He Lingchuan handed it to him, "It was confiscated by my father from Sun Fuping, and I borrowed it last night, but it was destroyed by the opponent into this appearance! Look, is there any salvation?"

"This was originally produced by Songyang Prefecture, so of course I recognize it."

He Lingchuan was two points surprised: "This is also produced by Songyang Prefecture? Sun Fuping said that this was borrowed from a friend."

"It was borrowed from Songyang Prefecture; our Lord even mentioned it twice before."

?! This is embarrassing.

The original owner of the Mustard Seed Boat is the Marquis of Songyang, but it is also He Chunhua's trophy.

Fortunately, Li Fubo said while examining it: "No matter, those who have fate live in it; I think the Marquis will have no opinion. Well, interesting, the Mustard Seed Boat was originally engraved with a formation, and its manufacturer also boasted to me twice that once driven by mysterious crystals, it could be immune to water and fire."

"As a result, it was burned into this appearance; who hit his face so hard?" Li Fubo asked He Lingchuan, "Could it be a demon puppet?"

He Lingchuan raised his long eyebrows: "So Master Li also knows?"

"In a place like Shi Huan City, news has wings." Li Fubo smiled, "The demon puppet modulated by Dong Rui is indeed well-deserved. This real fire is quite good for refining tools. Have you seen that demon puppet?"

"Crow-like face, bat wings, snake-like neck, very large. Master Li, do you know what breed this is?"

Li Fubo shook his head: "I am also curious. Using this real fire to refine tools is quite good."

The topic went far, and he looked at the walnut boat and said: "I am good at casting weapons rather than clever tools, so I don't have full confidence in this; do you dare to let me try?" It also saves him from being bored on the road north.

"Of course." Anyway, this walnut boat is not his, so He Lingchuan agreed very readily.

Li Fubo added: "By the way, excuse me for asking, what other magic tools are in Sun Fuping's relics?"

"Sun Fuping's?" He Lingchuan thought seriously, "The one who confiscated the relics was my father; I only know there is a Silk Heaven Net. Did Songyang Prefecture lend other magic tools to Sun Fuping?"

"There is a variegated bamboo tube with gold, red, and purple seals on the surface. This is an old object of the previous Songyang Prefecture Master, and our Marquis hopes to take it back."

"A bamboo tube with seals?" He Lingchuan nodded, "When my father returns, I will definitely ask him."

Li Fubo said solemnly: "Thank you, Proprietor!"

Because the support army will set off north at any time, Li Fubo and the two disciples simply opened rooms in this inn and did not return to the sect.

This morning, the busiest person was He Yue.

Last night, the He family and Ke Jihai were ambushed on the way down the mountain from Lu Ming Garden. Ke Jihai took the captives away, He Chunhua entered the palace overnight to see the King, and stirred up thousands of waves.

This morning, the nobles who received the news all sent people to express their condolences to the Xiazhou General Manager, and by the way, explored some tone.

Lady Ying received a few and was annoyed, so she took the opportunity to go shopping, and only He Yue remained in the inn to work hard.

He Lingchuan just acted as his idle young master, not caring about these messy things, and after lunch, he shrank back to his room to seize the time to adjust his breath and practice martial arts.

Last night's battle was short, dangerous, and exciting, which was another training for him, and also a reminder:

Personal ability is the foundation, and it must be improved as soon as possible.

Compared to two or three months ago, He Lingchuan's cultivation has grown unconsciously, especially his body method, eyesight, and spiritual sense, which are incomparable to before. The wolf-man demon puppet was as fast as a phantom; if it were the He Lingchuan of the past, he would have been disemboweled in the first two rounds of fighting, and wouldn't have lasted until He Chunhua finished chanting the Silk Heaven Net spell.

Regardless of whether there is primordial power to help.

In the final analysis, one's own cultivation is the foundation, and primordial power is just a power amplifier.

If the strength gap between the two sides is too large, primordial power cannot play much role—just like He Chunhua in front of Sun Fuping.

This evening, He Chunhua returned from the capital and gathered the whole family for dinner to convey the holy will.

He Lingchuan saw him glowing with joy, and knew that this trip to the capital went smoothly.

Sure enough, He Chunhua told his wife and children that the King summoned him to the palace, asked about some details of the ambush at Lu Ming Garden, and then pointed to the sand table to ask him about the strategy for defending against the enemy on the northern border.

If this were someone else, they might be caught off guard, after all, they hadn't arrived at the place yet, and hadn't seen the situation on the northern border. But He Chunhua had paid attention to collecting front-line information since he was promoted to Xiazhou General Manager, and often deduced with his staff, so he answered fluently at this time.

(End of chapter)