Bâtir une dynastie de chansons harmonieuse

Chapitre 80

Yang Nianqing told herself not to overthink it, but looking at the small spoon, she felt a wave of exasperation – in ancient times, she could only drink Chinese medicine, and last time she had been given it two or three times for a minor typhoid fever. Now he actually had to feed her spoonful by spoonful with this kind of treatment… seriously?!

If Wenya had to suffer because of her, Yang Nianqing immediately abandoned Wenya and snatched the bowl away: "No need, I'll drink it myself."

Pour it down hard.

Nangong Xue was taken aback at first, then laughed: "Can't you drink slower?"

Yang Nianqing shook her head frantically, returned the empty medicine bowl to him, and took the water that was handed to her and gulped down several mouthfuls: "The slower you drink, the more bitter it will be. It's better to finish it all at once."

"This time it's gotten really bad, I'm afraid we'll be drinking for several days."

How many days should I drink it?

Seeing her looking downcast, Nangong Xue smiled and said, "You stood outside for too long last night without wearing an extra layer of clothing. You caught a cold. If you don't take your medicine for a few more days, I'm afraid you won't be well in the future."

He really did catch a cold. Yang Nianqing nodded, then suddenly felt a pang of anxiety. He must have been standing outside even longer last night; could he have caught a cold too?

"Is he... alright?"

Seeing her uneasy expression, Nangong Xue immediately understood: "Brother Li has profound internal strength, he will be fine."

It's good that he's alright.

After a long silence, Yang Nianqing finally couldn't help but ask casually, "Has he been here?"

Nangong Xue smiled and said, "Brother Li is currently busy, but he will probably come over shortly."

After saying that, he stood up, walked slowly to the table, and gently placed the medicine bowl back on the table: "You must be hungry too. Why don't you eat something first and then rest well?"

He didn't answer, but Yang Nianqing already knew the answer—the one who stayed with her all night was indeed him, Nangong Xue.

She gave a wry smile and changed the subject: "Uh, Brother Nangong, thank you so much for yesterday. This medicine... really needs to be taken for several days?"

Nangong Xue sat down in the chair.

"You're quite bold, so why are you afraid of taking medicine?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that Chinese medicine is too bitter and I have to drink it for so long, which is very troublesome. In the past, when I had a cold or fever, I would get an IV drip."

"An IV drip?"

“Yes,” Yang Nianqing raised her hand and pointed to him, “It’s about using a syringe to prick the veins in your hand, like here… Of course, it’s sterilized, sterilization… We’ll talk about that later. Anyway, it’s about injecting medicine into the veins through a syringe. Isn’t that high-tech?”

Nangong Xue pondered, "This method is truly rare."

Having lived in ancient times for so long, I've never had the chance to boast about these things to them!

Putting her worries aside, Yang Nianqing became more talkative: "Actually, there's also intramuscular injection, which is just injected directly..."

She suddenly stopped talking. If this handsome guy went to the modern world to get an injection, what kind of expression would he have on his handsome face...? Looking at Nangong Xue, she smiled maliciously.

"Let's not talk about that, it's not very elegant..."

“It can’t be anything nice,” Nangong Xue said, her brows, which had been furrowed, finally relaxed, and her melancholy faded considerably. “There are always so many new things happening. Even when you’re this sick, you haven’t forgotten how to be mischievous!”

No sooner had he finished speaking than another voice rang out: "I think it's not a bad idea."

Qiu Bailu walked in slowly, still dressed in an earth-yellow robe, flowing and spotless, her sharp, bright eyes still carrying a distinct arrogance.

Looking at Yang Nianqing, he showed a rare interest: "This method is indeed ingenious, but it is somewhat difficult to practice."

He truly deserves the title of a miracle doctor; he's so quick to embrace new medical concepts.

“Brother Qiu,” Yang Nianqing’s eyes lit up as she reminded him, “Why don’t you… go and research it? If it really succeeds, hehe, that would be a groundbreaking achievement in history… The combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine is very effective!”

Qiu Bailu, however, did not notice the strange advertising slogan and looked at her suspiciously: "Where exactly did you come from? Injecting the medicine directly into the veins sounds reasonable, but it is difficult to do."

Unfortunately, even if you are a miracle doctor, you were born in this era when glass and plastic didn't even exist yet. No matter how talented you are in medicine or how many new ideas you absorb, in the end, they can only remain as great concepts in your head.

Changing history is too difficult, and Yang Nianqing doesn't want to touch it yet.

Disappointed, she slowly explained to the miracle doctor, "Of course, injecting the herbal medicine directly won't work. There are many other things to consider, such as sterilization and disinfection, and the medicine also needs to be refined and processed. It's very troublesome..."

Qiu Bailu seemed to be deep in thought.

Nangong Xue smiled and shook her head: "Brother Li, have you eaten yet?"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Bailu snapped out of her daze, looked at him, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "I think you should be more worried about yourself. He stayed by that woman's side all night and nothing happened. Do you think you have such good internal strength to support you? Not eating or sleeping, I should write you a prescription."

Nangong Xue frowned, revealing a rare expression of displeasure: "You..."

Qiu Bailu indeed stopped talking, only gave a slight sneer, glanced at Yang Nianqing, and then turned and walked out.

Something inside me felt like it had shattered.

He stayed with her all night, while Nangong Xue stayed with herself all night.

Realizing this emotion, Yang Nianqing immediately blamed herself. How could you be jealous of a pitiful woman? What do you have that makes you better than her? Besides, she's dead now. At a time like this, are you telling him to abandon her? How could you be so selfish!

However, I still couldn't help feeling sad. In some things, people are selfish.

Nangong Xue stared at her quietly for a moment, then slowly walked to the bedside: "You..."

Yang Nianqing looked up and smiled at him: "Brother Nangong, thank you, it's nothing."

Tears still streamed down my face uncontrollably.

She was too young, and it was her first love, so naturally she felt incredibly sad. First love always evokes memories, and even if it's particularly painful, the pain is real and pure. It might be a pity if someone could never experience heartache again.

Nangong Xue sighed softly, sat down, and patted her back: "It will be fine in a couple of days."

When a person is lonely, they will always unconsciously seek someone to rely on. In an instant, a feeling of intimacy welled up, and Yang Nianqing simply buried her face in his arms and cried without any restraint.

His phoenix eyes flickered slightly, and a hint of hesitation crossed his handsome face.

He finally embraced her: "Let's talk about it after you've recovered. Brother Li is just..."

I stopped abruptly here because it was really difficult to explain.

After crying, she felt less wronged. Although she had lost her composure in front of him, the warm and natural feeling made Yang Nianqing feel much less awkward.

A tear stain stained the magnificent robe.

"this……"

"It's good that you're alright," Nangong Xue interrupted her with a smile, "How about we eat something first?"

silence.

She suddenly shook her head: "I was too selfish."

Nangong Xue was about to get up when she heard this and looked at her again.

She lowered her head: "It's understandable that he's upset right now. If it were me, I'd probably be even more upset. Now, instead of comforting him, I'm being so... selfish?"

Nangong Xue looked at her quietly for a while, then shook her head and said, "It's already very good that you can think this way."

A gentle voice is reassuring.

Thinking that he hadn't slept all night to take care of her, Yang Nianqing was very grateful. She pushed him to rest, and Nangong Xue nodded and went out. Soon after, two maids came in, took away the medicine bowl, and set out some exquisite porridge and dishes.

She managed to drink half a bowl of porridge before falling into a deep sleep again.

Keep going, keep going, keep it all so ridiculous, haha. I'm typing this now with extreme caution, afraid a brick might suddenly fall from the sky!

The background music for the previous chapter was "Snow Thousand Searches," which can be found by searching on Baidu :)

Just kidding, even modern women should at least show some effort to salvage the relationship before leaving. Otherwise, just dumping someone like that seems really heartless.

Don't pity that kid Li You.

Volume Four: The Ancestors of Professional Beggars in the Jianghu

I slept soundly for half a day, and when I woke up it was already afternoon.

Opening her eyes, she saw that gentle, slightly weary smile, like that of a family member, which made her feel very comfortable. Yang Nianqing was grateful, and her headache had also subsided considerably, so she insisted on going out for a walk, and Nangong Xue did not stop her.

How is he now?

Before I knew it, I had walked to that door.

From afar, I could see the stark white against the door, so dazzling, so piercing. Is he still here? Without sleep or food, won't his body suffer?

Yang Nianqing walked slower and slower, finally stopping and hesitatingly looking into the doorway.

That familiar yet unfamiliar figure sat quietly inside, his back to the door, seemingly motionless, like a stone statue, utterly lifeless.

She lay quietly beside him.

Shedding her delicate pink attire, now clad in pure white, her beauty remains breathtaking and impeccable.

He looked at her.

Her usually bright and flamboyant white clothes, set against the dim mourning hall, inexplicably added a touch of gloom and desolation, yet they suited her perfectly as she lay there, just like the impression she left on Ruyulou.

She gave all of this without complaint, hoping only that he would love her.

Is he regretting it?

Those eyes, as languid and captivating as morning stars, could no longer open to look at him. If she knew how much he grieved for her, she would surely be happy and content.

"You can go now." The magnetic voice was already a little hoarse.

Yang Nianqing lowered her head.

Yes, she felt guilty and ashamed. Neither the woman's excellence nor her devotion were things Yang Nianqing could possess or give. She had only come here to comfort him and persuade him to eat something, but now she could no longer say those words, nor did she have the courage to step through that door again, because it was no longer suitable for another person.

He didn't turn around, still with his back to her, and said calmly, "Go away, don't stay here."

There was no hint of blame in her tone, but Yang Nianqing's heart was gradually growing cold, even though this outcome was expected.

Yes, if she saw me here, she would definitely be very unhappy. My words yesterday had turned her into that state of near despair and sadness in an instant. If I hadn't called Li You away, this wouldn't have happened, or at least, it wouldn't have happened so quickly.

Does he not want to see me anymore?

Actually, Yang Nianqing still hoped he would say it himself, at least as an explanation. She wouldn't want to put him in a difficult position, and perhaps she wouldn't be so heartbroken. She wasn't an ancient girl; she hadn't seen many breakups, but she wasn't too stubborn, nor was she too fragile.

But now, he no longer wants to see her.

He hasn't come to see her since he returned yesterday, not even when she was sick.

Forget it, I'm just a guest who accidentally wandered into this time and space. Perhaps it's more appropriate for me to be an observer. Since I've never been a generous person, why should I pretend to be? Why cling to an incomplete relationship? It's better to be selfish; this person was never meant to be mine.

From the moment her parents finally divorced after years of trying to salvage the relationship, Yang Nianqing stopped striving for many things.

Forcing things is a form of destruction when it comes to what you like.