Chapter 562: Chapter 197 Others_3
Miao Liangfang shook his head, "After becoming a dical Officer, I feel deeply ashad to speak of nurturing dicine n. Within the dical Practice, the subject is taboo and the Mo Family is considered a disgrace. Even the prescriptions Miss Mo used to apply have all been banned."
"Few people talk about it, and besides, twenty years have passed. Aside from the older generation within the dical Practice, it’s normal that you young ones don’t know about it."
Lin Danqing nodded, "True."
Everyone fell silent for a mont.
It was Miao Liangfang who suddenly thought of sothing, he looked at Lu Tong and asked, "By the way, Xiao Lu, your master from before, her approach to dicine was domineering and forceful, sowhat resembling Miss Mo, and she was also well-versed in various poisons. I wonder if she ever ntioned anything about the Mo Family to you?"
In this world, there are myriad paths in dicine. Although Miss Mo’s actions were malicious, against Heaven and reason, her notes and Poison Scripture are not entirely worthless. If soone took it as their path and diligently studied and progressed based on that foundation, it’s not impossible to achieve sothing.
Lu Tong kept her head down and did not answer.
Pei Yunng turned his head and saw the woman beside him staring blankly at the wine bowl in front of her, seemingly lost in thought.
"...Xiao Lu? Xiao Lu?"
Miao Liangfang called out twice in succession before Lu Tong snapped back to reality.
"What is it, Mr. Miao?"
"Your master, did she ever ntion Miss Mo to you?"
A fragrant aroma filled the banquet hall, and the small courtyard was lively and cozy. The plum tree swaying under the window, its branches adorned with lanterns, were gently rustled by the wind.
It wasn’t winter, no snow had fallen, and the flowers had yet to bloom.
It was like a fleeting illusion.
Lu Tong paused for a mont before looking up.
"No."
She said calmly, "I haven’t heard of this person."
...
After the banquet was over, everyone was a little tipsy.
Peach wine, though sweet and light, was still alcohol. Du Changqing, who couldn’t hold his liquor, had passed out drunk and was helped ho by Ah Cheng and Miao Liangfang.
Lin Danqing also ntioned feeling sleepy, and Duan Xiaoyan volunteered to drive and escort her ho, leaving with Sui and Duan Xiaoyan.
The small courtyard suddenly felt much quieter.
Zhu Ling sat inside the pavilion playing a grid drawing ga with Ah Cheng, while in the courtyard, Pei Yunng and Ji Xun began rearranging the tables and chairs back to their original places.
Both of them were very sober.
Ji Xun hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol from start to finish, only drinking Green Bamboo Dew and tea, naturally unaffected. As for Pei Yunng...
Although he had drunk quite a bit, his alcohol tolerance appeared to be good, and his deanor was still normal up to now.
With a table full of ssy dishes that needed to be cleared away, Lu Tong, believing in making full use of resources, naturally asked these two to lend a hand and clean up the aftermath.
After the last chair was placed back in the pavilion, Yin Zheng took the dustpan from Lu Tong’s hand and whispered, "Miss, it’s not right to make guests do chores."
"I’ll take it to the kitchen to wash later; you should go inside. It seems these two gentlen have sothing to say to you," she said.
Lu Tong stood still, thinking it made sense, and approached the two n, "Marshal, Doctor Ji, if you have matters to discuss, please step into the adjoining room to wait for a mont. There is tea on the table, and I will join you shortly."
The adjacent room was next to the bedrooms of Lu Tong and Yin Zheng. After Xia Rongrong left, a ti ca when it was piled with herbs, and now that the two dical shops had been combined, the room had beco spacious, freeing up space.
Yin Zheng selected an old bamboo table and a few chairs from the second-hand market to outfit it as a tea room. Sotis when Lu Tong returned to the dical Institute, she would read books and prepare dicine there.
She walked into the backyard kitchen with the empty wine jar. Pei Yunng and Ji Xun paused for a mont before entering the room ahead.
Upon entering, they were greeted by a strong dicinal fragrance.
The inner room was not big, and was furnished very simply. There were two chairs set in front of the bamboo table, and the yellow wood shelf against the wall was filled with dical books.
The floor was strewn with dical books piled high and random prescriptions, and the bamboo table held half a pile, likely originally placed on the table and scattered everywhere by the breeze from the window.
Different from her own tidy nature, this room seed sowhat disorderly.
Ji Xun was still looking around when Pei Yunng bent down, picked up the prescriptions that had fallen on the ground, and put them back on the table. When he looked up, he noticed that the window by the bamboo table was still open.
In this weather, the room would be stuffy if the window were usually closed.
He turned his head and saw the Silver dicine Pot that Lu Tong typically used for dicinal preparations on the bamboo table. Sotis, when she treated patients at the Palace Marshal’s Mansion, Lu Tong would have Pei Yunng bring it to her.
Pei Yunng reached out to pick up the dicine pot, intending to place it on the stacked prescriptions to prevent the inked papers from being blown away again by the wind.
Ji Xun turned around and saw Pei Yunng picking up the Silver dicine Pot on the table and sharply said, "Don’t touch it."
Pei Yunng looked up.
Ji Xun pressed his lips together, aware that he had reacted improperly, but still insisted, "Doctor Lu doesn’t like other people touching her things."
Ji Xun rembered very clearly, when he had once picked up this silver pot in the dical Officer Institute’s preparation room, Lu Tong snatched it back as if she minded others observing its use.
The young man before him moved the depths of his dark eyes, as if surprised, and slowly repeated, "Doctor Lu doesn’t like other people touching her things?"
"Indeed," replied Ji Xun.
"I see," he said.
With a nod, Pei Yunng understood.
The next mont, the young man’s lips curved into a smirk, and he provocatively looked at him.
"But I am not ’other people’."
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