The sky was a bit cloudy in the afternoon, with dark clouds gathering in large swaths, and it seemed like a heavy rain would hit at any time.
Ning Yujin was lying on the recliner in the Lizhangtang Pharmacy, with her eyes closed and her body slowly rocking with the chair.
Time seemed to be so quiet without a trace of noise, just like the last calm before the storm.
"Miss."
Zisu walked in quietly, and when he got closer, he called her lightly.
She didn't open her eyes and said lazily, "Yes": "What's the matter?"
"It's going to rain outside." Zi Su said suddenly.
Ning Yujin opened her eyes, followed her gaze outside, and couldn't help but nodded: "It's going to rain. What's wrong? Did you forget to put away your clothes?"
Zi Su did not answer Ning Yujin's words, and put the blue and white porcelain bowl in her hand on the table: "Miss, drink a little."
"What is it?" Ning Yujin glanced at Zisu in confusion, then leaned over to look and smell it, then frowned suddenly, "Brown sugar water?"
How could she think of giving her this drink?
Zisu pointed at her face and said nothing, but Ning Yujin understood immediately.
She reached out and touched her face, paused, couldn't help but frown and asked, "Is my complexion really obvious?"
Zi Su shook her head: "It's not obvious. But anyone with some medical knowledge knows that your pale face, Miss, is due to excessive blood loss."
Isn’t that obvious?
Murong Xuan is an old fox. If he is not careful, he will notice the clues!
It will take some time for Huoshuang to mature, and she cannot give up halfway now.
After picking up the brown sugar water on the table and drinking it all, Ning Yujin stretched out her hand and wiped her mouth, thinking that she had to find a way to cover it up.
She had taken the blood-replenishing pills and rested here for so long, but her complexion had not recovered from the bloodletting today, and Zi Su had noticed it. Just imagine, if Murong Xuan knew about it, and then Mo Mo
Jing Xiao knows...
Ning Yujin didn't dare to think about the consequences, and quickly shook her head to get rid of the idea.
What to do, what to do?
When Ning Yujin was in trouble, her eyes fell on the human skin mask that she tore off from the fake 103 face. Her eyes lit up and she immediately had an idea.
"I wouldn't believe it otherwise. I, a person from the 21st century, would be inferior to a person from ancient times."
She wanted to see how this mask was made.
"Miss, what did you just...say?" Zi Su rarely asked another question, looking at Ning Yujin with a strange expression.
After lying down for a long time, Ning Yujin regained some strength, got up and walked towards the place where the human skin mask was placed: "I just said, have you ever seen this thing? Or, have you seen it in some book?"
Zisu also walked over and shook her head.
She was also very curious about where this mask came from. It could easily change a man's appearance to hers. It was amazing to think about it.
"The legendary human skin mask..." Ning Yujin couldn't help but smile.
It is impossible to make a human skin mask from real skin. To preserve the skin, it must be air-dried. If it is air-dried, the desired effect will not be achieved. Just like the fake 103 pretending to be Zisu this time, it did not really work.
Her face looked like it was peeling off skin.
Therefore, there must be some secret in making this legendary human skin mask.
Rumble——
Crash--
A thunder outside opened the curtain of heavy rain, and the rain poured down, as if someone had pierced the sky.
Ning Yujin raised her head and glanced outside the house, feeling a little worried: "It's raining so hard, I wonder what happened to them?"
Moreover, Mo Jingxiao was still in an emergency period and was most afraid of using his internal energy. If he encountered something...
"Bah, bah, bah, my crow's mouth!"
Okay, what are you talking about?
She shook her head and concentrated on studying the human skin mask.
When you focus all your attention, time is no longer time, but a white horse that flies by in a flash.
When Ning Yujin stretched and took a long breath, it was already afternoon.
She turned her head and looked outside the house. The rain had stopped, and the leaves outside the house were washed shiny. The haze in the sky at noon had finally dispersed. Looking carefully, it seemed that she could still see the clouds through the clouds.
A little bit of golden light shines through.
"Zisu, the weather is sunny."
"Yes, Miss." Zi Su also raised her head and followed Ning Yujin's gaze.
"But they haven't come back yet."
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This uneasy mood lasted until the evening and had not eased. Ning Yujin had no appetite when looking at the food on the table. She stretched out her chopsticks but didn't know what to pick, and her eyes would look outside from time to time.
However, Mo Jingxiao did not wait. Instead, Xiangqiao, who had gone home on leave a few days ago, hurried back.
"Hey, what are you doing? You ran over here without putting anything away?" As soon as Xiangyue saw Xiangqiao, she hurriedly stepped forward to take the things in her hands and welcomed her in.
After Xiangqiao called Xiangyue, she came straight to Ning Yujin, took a deep breath and took a deep breath.
Ning Yujin knew from Xiangqiao's expression that she had something to say to her.
"What's wrong? What happened when you went back?" Ning Yujin leaned on the table with one hand and tilted his head to look at her.
Xiangqiao regained her breath, looked around the room, and saw no one else except Ning Yujin and Xiangyue, then she slapped her thigh and said, "Miss, do you think the mistress told me something when I go back this time?"
What's going on?"
Xiangyue put things away for Xiangqiao and leaned over: "What's going on? Could it be that his family is planning to give a betrothal gift?"
"Ah? Sister Xiangyue, how do you know?" Xiangqiao turned her head and widened her eyes, looking at Xiangyue in surprise.
When Ning Yujin heard this, she couldn't help but sneer, and a smile appeared on her lips: "You said that about the mistress, apart from getting engaged to you, what else can you say?"
"No, miss, that's really not what I want to say today!"
Xiangqiao waved her hands hurriedly, and in a blink of an eye she changed into a serious expression.
Ning Yujin and Xiangyue looked at each other, then turned to look at Xiangqiao: "Oh? What do you want to say?"
"The third son said that one time the eldest housekeeper asked him to deliver something to the eldest lady. Guess who he accidentally caught a glimpse of in the eldest lady's yard?"
"In Madam's courtyard?" Ning Yujin's eyelids sank and she sneered, "I think I probably know who it is."
As he spoke, he picked up a chopstick, dipped it in water and quickly wrote a word on the table. Xiangqiao was stunned: "Miss, do you really know who it is?"
"Sooner or later I have to take care of some people." Ning Yujin raised her eyebrows and returned her gaze to Xiangqiao, "By the way, will there be any changes in the uncle's house when you go back this time?"