The liquid in the medicine jar gradually became thicker with stirring.
Ning Qingyan's serious look seemed like she was doing something important that mattered to life or death.
Finally, when the last trace of fire in the charcoal furnace was extinguished, the brown ointment in the medicine jar was cured.
Ning Qingyan took out a silver box that she had prepared a long time ago, carefully picked out the ointment from the medicine jar, and smoothed it in the silver box.
After a jar full of medicinal materials, a thumb-sized silver box and half a box of ointment were made.
Looking at the ointment in the silver box, Ning Qingyan smiled with satisfaction.
"Finally, I didn't waste so much energy." Ning Qingyan's satisfied eyes showed that she was determined to win.
After putting away the silver box, Ning Qingyan opened the door of the small kitchen and walked out.
She told Sisters Yuzhu and Yugui who were guarding the door: "I have opened the doors and windows. After the incense time has passed, you can send people in to clean up. Remember, all the remaining medicinal materials in the medicine jar will be burned."
"yes."
The two sisters responded in unison.
Yugui asked curiously, "Princess, what are you cooking? Can't you just tell the slaves not to do it? Why do you need to do it yourself?"
"I have to do this myself." Ning Qingyan smiled mysteriously.
She walked towards her room, "I want to take a shower and change clothes, and I also want to send someone to tell the prince that I want to treat him to a drink."
…
Zhao Yun was in the room, drinking the bitter concoction.
This is actually nothing to him.
Taking medicine on time is just for show.
However, the words that came from Ning Qingyan's courtyard made him almost choke to death from the medicine.
"Ahem, what?" Zhao Yun wiped the concoction from the corner of his mouth and looked at the person who sent the message in astonishment.
Banxia felt that Prince Ding's eyes were a little cold.
She bravely said it again: "The princess said that she will come over later to treat the prince to a drink."
Zhao Yun fell silent, his eyes deep and thoughtful.
As the person who has been taking care of Zhao Yun all these years, Shifang couldn't help but said: "How can the prince's body drink alcohol? The princess is too crazy."
Banxia heard Shifang speaking ill of his master and glared at him fiercely.
Shifang stared back unconvinced.
"Shifang." Zhao Yun spoke slowly.
Shifang reluctantly restrained his emotions.
Zhao Yun looked at Banxia and said: "Tell the princess that I have prepared wine and food for her."
Banxia was blessed and retreated.
…
When Banxia returned to the courtyard with the news, Ning Qingyan had just finished bathing.
After hearing what she reported to Zhao Yun, Ning Qingyan was not surprised. Instead, she laughed: "As expected."
The four maids looked at each other, none of them understood what riddle their master was trying to solve.
Ning Qingyan did not put on any fancy clothes, nor did she dress up deliberately.
The dress on her body was flowing casually, and her hair was tied loosely behind her head with a blue hairband. Then, she took out the silver box, dipped the ointment inside with her fingertips, and applied it to her wrists and behind her ears.
I also applied some on the neck area.
After preparing everything, she got up and prepared to go to Zhao Yun.
"You don't have to follow me." When going out, Ning Qingyan stopped the fourth maid from following.
She was in the palace, and she was looking for Prince Ding, so the four maids did not insist on following her.
Ning Qingyan went to Zhao Yun's yard alone.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, she was stunned.
The courtyard where Zhao Yun lives is not as grand as hers.
In the small courtyard that comes into view, under the moonlight, the man is as clear as the moon and as handsome as a bamboo. He is like a banished immortal who has descended to the earth privately. He is so beautiful that he cannot be stained by the earthly world.
The moment she appeared, he looked over at her.
The deep black eyes that could not be penetrated in the past seemed to light up the stars in the night sky and filled them with starlight.
At that moment, Ning Qingyan didn't know that she was fascinated by the beauty in front of her, but she felt a heat surging through her body.
"You're here."
The soft voice was like the gentle night wind blowing through Ning Qingyan's ears.
Especially his smile made everything in the world eclipse it.
Ning Qingyan listened to the beating of her heart and walked towards him step by step as if she was bewitched.
When her eyes touched the food and wine placed on the stone table, she woke up from her addiction and sat opposite Zhao Yun with a calm expression.
There was a dark fire hidden in Zhao Yun's eyes. The girl in front of him appeared like an orchid in the empty valley, but he had no idea how breathtaking her beauty was.
His hands hidden in his wide sleeves were squeezed tightly, restraining the emotions growing in his heart.
"Why do you think of drinking?" Zhao Yun asked calmly.
He even poured wine for Ning Qingyan himself. "It's getting late, so I'll drink some fruit bar to help me sleep."
Ning Qingyan had no objection.
The main character tonight is not the wine.
At this time, the night wind blew by, and a faint fragrance floated from Ning Qingyan's body, which made Zhao Yun stop pouring the wine.
But soon, he resumed pouring wine.
Withdrawing the wine glass filled with fruit wine in front of Ning Qingyan, Zhao Yun said apologetically: "I am weak and cannot drink alcohol, so I can only drink warm water. Madam, please don't blame me."
"My lord, just do what you want." Ning Qingyan smiled and didn't care.
Ning Qingyan was particularly talkative tonight.
Zhao Yun felt a sense of alarm in his heart.
Ning Qingyan drank the fruit wine in the cup in one gulp. The wine taste was very light, but the stronger taste was the fruit.
"..." Ning Qingyan felt that this was not wine, but juice.
It seems that Zhao Yun took great pains when picking the wine!
Ning Qingyan thought about the purpose of tonight and endured the tone in her heart. 'Forget it, don't argue with him.'
"Why do you think of drinking, madam?" Zhao Yun asked calmly.
For some reason, he always felt that the fragrance wafting from Ning Qingyan's body was stronger.
But...it doesn't smell bad.
Not only does it not smell bad, but it gives people a feeling that they can’t stop smelling it.
"You can drink if you want. If you want to drink in your own house, do you have to choose the time?" Ning Qingyan said casually.
She didn't need Zhao Yun to pour wine for her, so she took the jug over, discarded the wine glass, and took another big sip from the spout.
Zhao Yun looked at her bold and unrestrained movements, with a little smile in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, you won't think I'm vulgar, right?" Ning Qingyan raised her eyebrows at Zhao Yun after drinking half a bottle of wine.
Zhao Yun laughed and shook his head, "The princess is just a real person."
"As Madam said, in your own house, why do you need to be bound by red tape?"
These words were very much in line with Ning Qingyan's wishes.
She looked at Zhao Yun and smiled, "Yes, it's good to live freely and casually in this world!"
Zhao Yun's eyes flashed and he asked: "Is this what Madam wants in her heart?"
Ning Qingyan nodded, and her smile became brighter. She looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, "I have done everything I have to do. Now, I just want to live a free and easy life."
When Zhao Yun heard her words, his eyes darkened.
He stared at Ning Qingyan, wondering what he was thinking.
Gradually, he felt that his body began to feel hot, and his vision towards Ning Qingyan became increasingly blurry.
An unfamiliar heat burned from the depths of his body, and all he could think of was the smiling face of the person in front of him.