White tea legend

Chapter 189 Arrival today
As the sun rises in the east, there are crowds of people in front of Lu Yu Thatched Cottage. Patients are waiting in line for White Snake's diagnosis and treatment with hope.

Some of them were pale, some were faltering, but all of them were impressed by the White Tea Lady's wonderful rejuvenation.

Compared with the prosperous business of Lu Yu Thatched Cottage, the situation of Cao Ren Tang is very different. Cao Rentang's shopkeepers and shop assistants often stood at the door, spying on Lu Yucaotang's every move. They burned with jealousy.

"Shopkeeper, how about..." When the shop assistant was born, he was hit on the head by the shopkeeper.

"As big as you, who is Lu Yu Thatched Cottage's backer now?"

Everyone in Chang'an City, at least on Liquanfang Street, knew that Madam Baicha was Mrs. Jing Zhaoyin's adopted sister. With Pei Zhaoyin as her back, who would dare to have trouble with Lu Yu Thatched Cottage?

And a voice in Bai Cha's heart was: Gualou, Zi Yao and Huan Hu were all reunited, but Lu Yu was the only one missing.

Lu Yu, come quickly. If you don't come, how can Lu Yu Thatched Cottage be called Lu Yu Thatched Cottage?
……

Hongjian was awakened by the jolting of the carriage.

When Hung Chien woke up, he felt weak and dizzy. His face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his lips were chapped, and his eyes were dull. His breathing was rapid and weak, as if he might stop at any moment.

Seeing this, Ji Lan quickly hugged him and comforted him softly: "Hongjian, you're awake, how do you feel?"

Hongjian forced a smile and said in a weak voice: "It's okay, I'm just a little dizzy."

Ji Lan let Hongjian lean into her arms and brought out a bowl of medicinal soup, "Come on, Hongjian, drink some medicine. It will make you feel better."

When the medicine bowl reached Hongjian's mouth, Hongjian immediately frowned. He smelled a strong smell of blood from the medicine bowl Ji Lan handed over. This is not the first time.

He asked: "Jilan, is there anything added to this medicinal soup?"

Ji Lan smiled and explained: "This is a prescription prescribed by an old Chinese medicine doctor, saying it will help your condition. Although it has a bloody smell, you will get better after drinking it."

But Hongjian couldn't drink it no matter what, and he vomited profusely in the carriage.

The carriage was soiled by Hongjian's vomit, and the coachman had no choice but to drive the carriage to a stream to clean it.

Ji Lan helped Hongjian out of the car and sat down on a stream rock to rest.

"Hongjian, you wait here while I go to the woods to catch some game and bake it for you. You haven't eaten anything all the way and you are sick. If you continue like this, you won't be able to hold on."

"Jilan, I'm sorry."

Ji Lan smiled and said, "Hongjian, why are you so polite between you and me?"

Ji Lan said walking into the woods.

In the forest, small animals such as hares, squirrels, and pheasants shuttle freely through it, creating a lively scene. The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and onto the ground, forming mottled light and shadow, adding a mysterious atmosphere to the forest.

Ji Lan reached out and easily caught a hare, then reached out and quickly caught a squirrel, and finally caught a pheasant. The critters struggled in her hands but could not escape her grasp.

Ji Lan opened his mouth and bit the squirrel's neck...

When Ji Lan walked out of the woods, she only had a little pheasant in her hand.

"Ji Lan, why is there blood on your lips?" Hongjian looked at the corner of Ji Lan's mouth in surprise.

"I just got hurt catching a pheasant."

Ji Lan said, carrying the little pheasant to the stream, skillfully skinned and gutted it, and then lit a fire to roast it.

The firelight illuminated her face, and Hongjian's heart gradually calmed down.

The chicken had been roasted until it was golden brown and fragrant. She handed it to Hongjian and said, "Hongjian, eat it quickly. After eating it, you will have the strength to fight against the disease, and you will get better quickly."

Hongjian took the roasted chicken. He knew what Ji Lan said was right, but he just took a bite and spit it out again. "If Mr. Lang continues like this, he won't be able to survive in the capital..." The driver of the car wash lamented, very worried.

Ji Lan looked unhappy.

"How far is Chang'an?" Hongjian asked as he lay dying in Ji Lan's arms.

"We can arrive today."

Ji Lan's words surprised the coachman. Chang'an was still thousands of miles away, how could it be reached today? However, the lady probably did it to comfort her husband. After all, Lang Jun was very ill and was about to die.

The carriage was ready, and the coachman asked Ji Lan and Hongjian to get in. Ji Lan said, "Uncle, go to the carriage and take care of him for me. I'll drive."

This lady is probably tired of taking care of her husband.

There is no dutiful son in bedside for a long time.

The coachman obediently helped Hongjian into the carriage, and the carriage set off.

The carriage drove quickly, and the driver quickly fell asleep in the carriage. When he opened his eyes again, he was already outside Chang'an City.

The coachman lifted the curtain and looked at the gate of Chang'an City, thinking he was dreaming.

It's not dark yet.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the walls of Chang'an City, and the golden light reflects the solemnity and splendor of the city gate. Many people gathered at the city gate. Some of them were carrying luggage, some were leading animals, and some were bringing their families, all waiting for the last moment to enter the city before the curfew. Their faces showed exhaustion, expectation, and longing for home.

The guards at the city gate were wearing iron armor and holding spears, and they closely inspected the people entering and exiting. Their eyes are alert and they are always on high alert.

Hongjian's carriage was inspected and found to be fine, and followed the flow of people into Chang'an City.

There are many shops on the streets in the city, and all kinds of hawking and laughter come and go.

"Madam, should you find a medical clinic for your husband first, or stay at an inn first? You are not allowed to move around after the curfew." The coachman reminded Ji Lan kindly.

Ji Lan said, "This is none of your business."

Early the next morning, when Li Laosi led the guards from Wuhoupu to patrol the street, they saw a carriage from out of town parked on the street of Liquanfang. The driver was not sitting in the front of the carriage, but in the carriage, but it was broken. gas.

Wu Zuo could not determine the cause of death, and since the body was ownerless, he could only hastily send it to a mass grave.

……

When Hongjian woke up, he found himself lying in the inn room.

The room in the inn is warm and simple, with a wooden bed covered with bedding embroidered with peony patterns, and a pair of exquisite porcelain pillows placed at the head of the bed. In the corner is a carved wooden table with a pot of tea and two teacups on it, and a chair next to it. In the other corner of the room, there is a tall wardrobe with exquisite carvings on it. The ground is covered with a red carpet, and a bamboo curtain is hung on the window. Through the window, you can see the courtyard outside.

Come to think of it, this is another inn with expensive room rates.

Ji Lan was not in the room, but the waiter came in with breakfast and said to Hongjian: "Your Majesty is very ill. Do you need your help to fetch a doctor?"

"Where's Ji Lan?" Hongjian asked.

The waiter came over and said, "Is your husband asking about the lady who is staying with you? She went out early in the morning, and she must have gone to see a doctor for you. But it's already this time, and it took a long time to go there. We are in Chang'an City. There is a Lu Yu Thatched Cottage. The doctor is a lady named Bai. She has superb medical skills and the consultation fee is cheap. How about I go and invite her over for you? "

When the waiter saw that Hongjian was pale and weak, he was really afraid that he would die in the inn, so he changed his mind again: "The business of Lu Yu Thatched Cottage is so good, I'm afraid Madam Bai doesn't have time to visit the doctor, so why don't I send you directly to Lu Yu Thatched Cottage?" Go and ask the white lady to take a look!"

Lu Yu Thatched Cottage, Lu Yu...

Hongjian felt a familiar feeling surge in his heart, as if he had heard this name somewhere before.

"I'll thank you for that." Although Lu Yu was ill, he still saluted the waiter.