The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 33: To Make a Rejuvenating Medicine Talisman
There are two branches of flowers.

Lang Jiuchuan left Cui's courtyard and returned to his own courtyard, but he almost had a fight with Jiang Che. The reason was that he talked too much.

“…The most urgent thing for you to focus on is not leaving the Marquis’ Mansion, but finding a way to repair your corpse that is about to fall apart.” Jiang Che pointed at the body lying motionless on the bed and glared at Lang Jiuchuan.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "To repair the body, there must be a chance. If I am trapped in this backyard, staring at the sky every day, what can I do? You know, I have been in this body for seven days, and I have never left the house except for the funeral, leaving the mansion, and leaving the city. Even if someone is on the verge of life and death, I am not allowed to enter. So, when will I leave?"

This is a problem.

It also sees that women are always inferior to men in doing things and face many inconveniences.

But soon, Jiang Che sneered: "What's wrong with being a woman? With you and me, can we really be trapped in this small world? Can't we go out openly and wear a leather vest?"

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at it. This was actually something pleasing to the ear, which pleased her quite a bit.

"Let's not talk about whether to leave or not. This body is indeed a problem. I've thought about it. It's too exhausting to just use tricks to maintain normality in front of outsiders. I have a talisman that can restore yang. If you use it, you can look like a normal living person. Go find some materials to make the talisman."

He pointed the finger at himself and said, "Are you asking me to run errands? Why?"

Lang Jiuchuan sneered with a sullen face: "We are a community, and for the good of both you and me, we naturally need to work together. Why, I am the only one doing the work, and you sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor? Are you imagining things with your cat's paw?"

The general said: “!”

That's not right. If it doesn't come, won't she have to work hard to revive the corpse?

It turned out that she had dug a pit in order to catch someone who could run errands, and she had jumped into the pit on her own initiative.

After realizing this, my hair stood on end again, and I felt as if I was crying because of my own stupidity.

It held its breath and said, "You should be more open-minded and stop being petty."

"You have a big vision, you recognize everyone as your father!"

Kill with one move.

The general was forced to show his sharp fangs at her.

Lang Jiuchuan played with the jade bone talisman pen.

Come on, who’s afraid of who?

General: “…”

The man and the tiger glared at each other, and eventually the man was defeated.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Its voice sounded rather dejected, as if its fangs had been pulled out and it had lost its former majesty.

A hint of smile flashed across Lang Jiuchuan's eyes. He rolled it over, put his hand on the back of its neck, and said, "Don't think that you are forced to submit to me because of my power, although this is the truth. But as long as you think that this body is healthy, you will also take good care of it. This is for your own good, and there is nothing unacceptable."

Jiang Che felt somewhat useful, but something felt wrong. She had said everything, good and bad, but she didn't know the principle of giving a sweet reward after a slap in the face.

But Lang Jiuchuan is right about one thing, we are working for ourselves, not for anyone else, so just do it!

He rubbed his hands together, not noticing that he was like a cat, with its eyes narrowed by being stroked. Lang Jiuchuan said, "If you want to keep it longer, ordinary talismans will probably lose their effectiveness in three days. You need to make a better one. You need top-quality yellow paper, incense ash from the Buddha, top-quality cinnabar, and water from the snow spring on the top of the mountain. If there is no snow spring, you can use the snow water from the petals of the astilbe."

The general was confused: "Do you need these to draw talismans? What is a falling bride?"

"It is a cold-resistant flower and also a medicinal herb that can cure colds, coughs, and headaches. As for why we need these, ordinary talismans can be made with cinnabar. However, the incense ash in front of the Buddha is offered to the Buddha day and night, and it has the power of thousands of wishes. It is an excellent item to ward off evil spirits..."

"An object to ward off evil, are you planning to hurt yourself?" Jiang Che interrupted her without even thinking.

She can be considered as a resurrected ghost. To those Buddhists and Taoists who believe that they are the most righteous, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is evil. How dare she use the evil-repelling item on herself?

"It is both a thing to ward off evil and a tonic. What is needed is its power of will. I am going to use these incense ashes and snow spring water, supplemented with other medicines, to draw a talisman for restoring yang."

He carefully examined the talisman and thought that this woman was not just joking, she really knew how to use it.

"What about the medicinal herbs? Don't you want them?"

"How can such a large mansion be without medicinal herbs?" Lang Jiuchuan thought for a moment and said, "You are the king of beasts. It would be best if you could find some aged ginseng or something in the mountains."

"Okay, leave it to me." Jiang Che didn't say anything extra and asked a few more questions, then his spiritual consciousness left the Marquis' Mansion.

Now that it has formed a bond with Lang Jiuchuan, the most important thing is kept in her spiritual altar, and the rest can be left out of the body without any problem. If it encounters any trouble outside, it will still have a way out and ask her to rescue it. At worst, it will have to live in disgrace.

After leaving the mansion, Lang Jiuchuan called Jianlan for pen and ink, and after a little consideration, he wrote down several medicinal herbs that would be used.

Jianlan was serving carefully at the side. When she saw Lang Jiuchuan stop writing, she secretly glanced at the paper. She was stunned and filled with admiration.

"The girl's handwriting is really beautiful."

On the snow-white rice paper, the ink penetrates the paper, the handwriting is vigorous and powerful, majestic and heroic.

Jianlan was literate, and after looking at the words again, she saw that they were all names of medicinal herbs, so she asked again: "Miss, are you writing a prescription? What is it for?"

Lang Jiuchuan glanced over, and Jianlan shuddered when she saw her eyes. She took a step back, bowed her head, and said timidly, "My servant is too talkative."

"It's not a prescription." Lang Jiuchuan stared at the words on the paper in a daze.

She was just a little curious. Did she know these things subconsciously due to the remaining thoughts of her original body, or did she know them originally? And were these handwritings her original thoughts?
If so, who taught her these skills? Who taught her hand in hand how to write such vigorous and tenuous characters?
Lang Jiuchuan shook his head, waited for the paper and ink to dry, handed it to Jianlan, and said, "I want these herbs, can the mansion give them to me?"

Jianlan took it and replied, "Miss, you are the young mistress of our second house, so of course you can do it."

Lang Jiuchuan raised his eyebrows, looked at her and asked, "Do you really think I am the young master of the second house? Even your wife doesn't recognize me, and even she, as a mother, doesn't recognize me. Who would respect me as a young master from the bottom of their hearts?"

"I can!" Jianlan replied without thinking.

"Are you pitying me?"

Jianlan's face changed, and she wanted to argue, but Lang Jiuchuan said, "That's right, who wouldn't feel pity for someone like me?"

Regardless of the truth, as the legitimate daughter of the second wife, she should have been living a life of luxury and pampering, but her father died and her mother abandoned her, and she was exiled to the farm since she was a child. Who wouldn't sigh with pity for her?
Lang Jiuchuan did not feel sorry for himself in front of Jianlan. Thinking of the pulse he felt when massaging Cui's Neiguan acupoint, he changed the subject and asked, "When did Madam develop this heart disease?"

　Recently I have experienced: I can learn it once I see it, but I give up after I learn it. I feel very inferior~
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