Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 36
He had encountered this situation himself. One year, he traveled to the remote southwestern Guizhou region and it took him a long time to understand that what the locals called "Budong" was actually the same common fruit from his hometown, which was elegantly known as vine pear or yangtao, and popularly called white peach or hairy pear.
It is normal for the same thing to be called different things in different places in such a vast world. However, Zhu Huihui's situation seems to be abnormal. The person who taught him clearly taught him a lot of things, but seemed to deliberately prevent him from understanding them. Why is that?
Was that person his mother? The thinking of a madman is indeed beyond the comprehension of normal people.
Feng Xuese took the bottle, sniffed it lightly, poured some into her palm, and carefully examined the pale red powder. She said, "Borneol, dragon's blood, euphorbia, Bletilla striata... is that right?"
"What?" Zhu Huihui looked at him with a confused expression again.
Feng Xuese took a deep breath: "It's nothing!" He examined the medicine bottle, about the thickness of a finger, with a small mouth and a large belly. It was made of Hetian jade, quite valuable, and the slightly concave bottom had three small seal characters engraved in intaglio—
Zhu Huihui muttered to himself, "What what what!" He didn't recognize any of the three words that the insects crawled out.
Feng Xuese was utterly dumbfounded, saying, "These three characters are pronounced as Bei, Kong, Gu, and are in Small Seal script!"
This guy can't even recognize regular script, let alone seal script! Sigh, if you don't know it, you should just shut up and hide your ignorance, but you always think you're so knowledgeable and insist on reading it out.
Zhu Huihui wasn't ashamed at all and asked, "What does this mean?"
"That means this medicine was made in Beikong Valley."
Zhu Huihui scratched his head, still not understanding, and asked again, "Is that also a place that sells medicine and has a clinic?" He had seen on the street that places that sell medicine are usually called something like "Hall". He might not recognize the first few characters, but he had seen the "Hall" character more often.
Feng Xuese patiently explained, "It's not a pharmacy. This is a valley where a legendary healer lives. Her medical skills are exceptional, and she has saved many lives. People call her Madam Wan."
That young lady from Beikong Valley! No wonder she could tell at first glance that my Ren and Du meridians were still injured. It seems she has extraordinary medical skills. I just wonder what her relationship is with Madam Wan…
"I get it! The three worm-like characters engraved on the small bottle mean that the medicine is a secret family recipe from a divine doctor, which can cure all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases. It can cure all diseases. If it doesn't work, you don't have to pay!" The words he learned from the street just slipped out of his mouth.
"..." Selling dog-skin plasters and powerful pills!
It was still the same grand hall, the sky was still gray, and the courtyard was still filled with thick white fog.
The doors and windows of the main hall remained tightly closed. Several pearls were embedded in the wall in the corner of the hall, and the light was extremely soft, yet the faces of everyone in the hall were still not clearly visible.
The person in the middle seat stared intently at a thin piece of silk in his hand for a long time.
Those seated around him simply held their breath and watched him silently, none daring to utter a word.
Half a day later, the man gently placed the thin silk in his hand on the table and said in a low voice, "Amaterasu is getting impatient and is urging us to act quickly."
A tall man below said, "However, we are not fully prepared yet, and some obstacles have not been completely removed."
"What have you been doing all this time?" The voice of the person in the middle was neither happy nor angry.
The people below trembled.
"It's...those martial arts practitioners, they've been secretly opposing us all along!"
The middleman's voice was very calm, as if he were discussing the weather: "Then let's eliminate them!"
The people below remained silent. After a long silence, one person hesitated and said, "I wonder—how is Ye…?"
The man in the center rested his arm on the armrest of the rosewood chair, adjusted it to a comfortable position, and slowly said, "Night should have already made his move!"
"Night—do you know about this?"
"He knows everything he should know."
"So, can Ye handle this all by himself?" the third person boldly voiced his question.
The man in the middle paused for a moment before saying, "Night has never disappointed me." His voice was chillingly cold.
Everyone lowered their heads.
The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Two: Chapter Twelve (2)
Around noon, an ordinary horse-drawn carriage sped into Chenzhou City.
The driver was a young man of about ten years old. After turning left and then right from Dongning Avenue, he drove into a hutong (alleyway). High walls lined both sides of the hutong, and at the end of the wide bluestone path was the vermilion gate of a house.
At the main gate stood a plump old man with a round, white face. Upon seeing the car approaching, he immediately went to greet it with a deep bow: "Young master, it is an honor to have you here. Song Ziqian is late in welcoming you, please forgive me!"
A boisterous voice came from above: "My dear minister, you may rise, no need for formalities!" It was the very theatrical emperor's tone.
"ah?"
The old man looked up in puzzlement and saw a dirty and lazy young man sitting on the carriage, swinging his legs back and forth, looking every bit like a thug.
"Thump!" A light kick came from the car and sent the thug flying off.
The old man, Song Ziqian, immediately recognized the elusive kick as his young master's doing and excitedly stepped forward, exclaiming, "Young master!"
"Ziqian, no need for such formalities!" the person in the carriage said gently. "It's been three years since we last met, hasn't it? Ziqian, you're still as charming as ever!"
“Young master has a good memory. It has been exactly three years since the old city lord and his wife invited the brothers to enjoy the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival.” Song Ziqian dismissed the coachman, personally took the reins, and led the carriage into the courtyard. After traveling for quite some time, they finally arrived at a courtyard.
"Please alight from the carriage, young master!"
As soon as the car door opened, Feng Xuese slowly stepped out. Although her clothes were covered in dust, she still exuded elegance, and her smile remained warm.
"Young master, please rest for a moment. Let this old man entertain you and help you clear your way home!"
"Thank you for your help!"
Feng Xuese lightly lifted the hem of his robe and strode forward. What he needed most right now was a hot bath and to change his clothes. However, there were still some things he needed to explain beforehand.
Zhu Huihui knew that although the old man's attitude towards him had improved, he still disliked him and dared not go into the house with him. So he obediently squatted in the corner and waited for the old man to come out and deal with him.