Transmigrated Princess

Yongchuan didn't speak, and he was thinking about it.

Su Xiangwan didn't bother him. The two moved back and forth several times. When they were all exposed to the sun in the yard, Yongchuan said, "I'm not familiar with love insects. I read some records in the book and didn't find what you said."

After the herbs were dried, Yongchuan poured two cups of tea, unconsciously handed Su Xiangwan a cup, and asked her, "do you still have the medicine I made for you last time?"

"No," said Su Xiangwan, taking a sip of tea and saying, "do you think it has something to do with that medicine?"

Yongchuan can't be sure, "it's hard to say."

Su Xiangwan couldn't think of the reason. She said in a worried tone, "I'm afraid it's calm now. It's more sad than before next time."

"You took the medicine made of Zhao Changling's blood, which was originally risky. If you can't alleviate it, it's likely to have a negative effect. That's what you said. The next attack will be more serious than before."

When Yongchuan thought about it, he felt that it was too shocking, and changed his mouth: "of course, it's still a guess at the moment. If you think about it in turn, no response may mean that the situation is getting better."

Su Xiangwan smiled and said to himself, "it's impossible unless the screenwriter is willing to change the male master and let the second male master."

Now the emotional Gu has stopped.

I don't know whether it's good news or bad news.

It will not be affected in the short term, but no one knows what will happen in the end.

It is not impossible for a screenwriter who can let a silly white and sweet virgin take the line of house fighting, and a script that engraves the word dog blood on the screen.

The ultimate dog blood is car accident and amnesia.

What else? Su Xiangwan thought about it and had to remember it.

"What are you muttering about?"

Su Xiangwan shook his head, "nothing."

When she finished, she took out another pamphlet.

"Here are some prescriptions of traditional Chinese medicine. See if they are useful. Of course, there are some places that you don't remember very well, but they are very useful for many daily diseases. Anyway... The things that the ancients have been strong after countless years of verification and medication are the crystallization of great wisdom. See for yourself. Maybe you can find some laws and opportunities."

Su Xiangwan played a play before. During the Anti Japanese War of the Republic of China, the female owner came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine. At that time, western medicine began to rise in China and traditional Chinese medicine was suppressed by decline.

She doesn't know any medical skills. She only knows that those who can cure people when they are ill, whether traditional Chinese medicine or western medicine, are good doctors.

Some things can be passed down for thousands of years, which is enough to prove their value. These prescriptions are certainly not bad.

Yongchuan took it over suspiciously.

"Where did you find the prescription?"

He probably took a look. Some of them were no different from the commonly used prescriptions today.

But there are some prescriptions for the symptoms, which are still very fresh.

"I thought of it myself," she replied.

It's impossible to think and know with your toes.

Yongchuan couldn't help glancing at her.

Su Xiangwan finished his tea and got up and left. "I'm leaving. I won't delay you."

Yongchuan waved at the table.

He put it back and looked out.

"No, when did I get so familiar with her?"

She came to visit her house as if she had come to her own house, and he didn't think there was anything wrong.

Su Xiangwan's imperceptible influence is amazing.

It hasn't been long since she came to the house, but Yongchuan feels that she has been here for a long time.

Some people are born with cohesion and can unite people's hearts.

Yongchuan went to read the booklet again. He smiled: "after she came, nothing has changed in the house, but it seems that everything has changed."

Qingmei accompanied Su Xiangwan back. Seeing that she was silent all the way and didn't know what she was thinking, she asked, "why is the girl so restless?"

Su Xiangwan replied, "nothing, just think about something."

Qingmei asked her, "is it something bad?"

"No." Su Xiangwan shook his head, "just thinking about the smell in Yongchuan yard."

"Taste?" green plum thought, "the smell of herbs?"

"Yes, the smell of herbs."

Qingmei understood, "the taste is very special. If you like it, I'll make a medicine sachet later."

Su Xiangwan smiled without denying or continuing the topic.

When they returned to the yard, Su Xiangwan saw Hibiscus waiting for her in the room.

She is holding the needlework made by green plum on the table and studying it curiously.

Taking an embroidery needle is simply out of reach for hibiscus.

"Does it look good?" Su Xiangwan came in and sat down and asked her aloud.

Hibiscus suddenly came back, "girl, you're back."

She put the needle and thread back in the basket.

Hibiscus smiled, "I just think it's very powerful to embroider this thing. Take it and have a look."

"It's very powerful." Su Xiangwan picked up the embroidered cloth and touched the silk thread on the top: "I can only embroider a fur so far. I can barely embroider a duck. If you look like a chicken, I think I'm very successful. At least it proves that I've embroidered all the parts I should have, which is just a poor look."

Hibiscus was surprised.

"The girl can't embroider?"

She thought Su Xiangwan was omnipotent.

In Hibiscus's heart, Su Xiangwan can't do anything she won't do. She's too powerful.

"There are too many things I can't do." Su Xiangwan smiled and said, "not only embroidery, but also my writing is not very good. After practicing hard for a long time, I only write the appearance of words. I can't draw any bones and muscles, play piano, play chess, draw and recite poetry against each other, not to mention that I can do a little bit, but I can't do it in front of powerful people."

"Even a little, the girl is very powerful." Hibiscus sincerely appreciated.

Su Xiangwan smiled.

Hibiscus has an idol filter for her, which is quite thick.

"In fact, I'm not powerful at all. Don't learn from me. I'm just a means to survive. For you, it's incomparably powerful for most people to simply do one thing and do it well."

"But what can I do?" Hibiscus took a deep breath and seemed to summon up great courage. "Girl, you have many powerful guards around you and people as powerful as Yuansi Qingmei. I think I'm useless."

Su Xiangwan hurriedly said, "Why are you useless?"

Hibiscus asked her directly, "why doesn't the girl let me do anything? I have a good body and can help the girl do a lot of things. I don't want to be a drag on the girl, nor... I don't want to see the girl humiliated by others, and then stay at ease and do nothing."

Su Xiangwan suddenly reacted.

It turned out that Hibiscus cared about it in her heart.