Qiao Jinling finally got his wish and was infected.
When she slept until midnight, she felt as if someone had punched her cheeks hard on both sides. The pain became more and more clear. The numbness and swelling were even more torturous. Qiao Jinling regretted sacrificing herself.
Sun Huifang complained about why Qiao Xiangqiang didn't think much of her daughter and why she was so close to Pangdun. Qiao Xiangqian also blamed herself. She saw her daughter talking to Pangdun several times, but she was only busy chatting with Niu Gen and forgot to leave her.
"Great Immortal, don't leave. Please save Lingling, Lingling is in too much pain."
Qiao Jinling, who was sleeping, suddenly kicked her calves and closed her eyes, as if talking in her sleep.
"Oh, Lingling knows. Dry the mud from the Fairy River, add ashes from the old stove, Fritillaria powder, Saponaria thorn powder, mix it with honey, and paste it on your face. Will Lingling be fine?
?Great Immortal?"
There was no way, Qiao Jinling had no time to think of a better way, so she had to pretend to tell the treatment prescription through talking in her sleep. Now she wanted to cure her face quickly, because it was so itchy in summer.
Qiao Qianqian and Sun Huifang looked at each other. The daughter seemed to be talking in her sleep. They heard Yang Guixiang talk about the child's wisdom before, and even the village goddess Han said that Lingling was extraordinary. They didn't believe it at first, but since they rescued Qiao Xiangqian,
This girl has indeed changed a lot. Could it be that she is really a little soul boy under the seat of Guanyin Bodhisattva?
"Her dad, why don't you try what she said tomorrow? Maybe it will be God's decree."
Sun Huifang kept her voice low for fear of waking her daughter.
Qiao Jinling, who was pretending to be asleep, really wanted to jump up, hug her mother's face and kiss her a few times: "Mom, thank you so much for your trust!"
The next day, just after dawn, Qiao Qianqian went to the river to dig a lot of mud, and then rushed to the medicinal material store to buy Fritillaria fritillary and Saponaria sinensis. The sun was poisonous and soon dried and cracked. Qiao Jinling pretended to be ignorant and said to
He looked like he didn't know anything about talking in his sleep.
"Lingling is infected? Where did you get the recipe? This is the stove ashes you want."
Yang Guixiang rushed over with a large paper bag of Lao Zao Hui, but did not dare to take Qiao Jinliang for fear of being infected.
"Yes, mother, let me tell you, please don't go around saying that this is the prescription given to her by the great god in Lingling's dream last night when she was talking in her sleep."
Sun Huifang is mysterious and afraid of being overheard.
"Oh! Let me tell you. This kid has psychic powers, no wonder he's called Lingling. God has really blessed our Qiao family. There's smoke coming out of the ancestor's grave. I have to ask your father to buy two knives of paper money quickly, and then go to the grave to pay homage.
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The fragrance of Yang Gui Xiang was whistling like a gust of wind blowing in and then swept away.
Finally, all the ingredients were prepared. Sun Huifang smeared the prepared mud on Qiao Jinling's face, and her tender face instantly turned black.
"It's okay, Lingling, you will become handsome when you are ready."
Sun Huifang brought another small bamboo hat and sewed a circle of thick gauze around it to block the wind and provide breathability, so she was reluctant to wrap her daughter into a stuffed rice dumpling.
In the evening, Qiao Jinling obviously felt that the tingling sensation had disappeared. She wiped it clean and saw that the swelling had subsided a lot, so she applied it again.
Qiao Jinling put on a bamboo hat, slipped out of the courtyard while her mother wasn't paying attention, picked up the clay pot, and rushed to Song Yishan's house. He must be in great pain now.
"Auntie, I'm here again. This time, I am absolutely confident that you will accept it."
Qiao Jinling said it confidently.
"Heh. I already told you no need, why are you still here?"
Song Jingyan looked at the little one in front of her. Everyone around her knew that she was a notorious troublemaker. Even ten cows couldn't pull her back from what she didn't want to do. Otherwise, other educated youths wouldn't have returned to the city. She was still in the village.
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"Look!"
Qiao Jinling took off her bamboo hat. The sight in front of her shocked Song Jingyan. The little girl's originally fair and tender face was swollen and covered with a large piece of black stuff.
Song Yishan also walked out of the back room. Qiao Jinling could not describe the look in her eyes when she saw him: stunned, surprised, distressed...
"Auntie, I have also been infected. I have taken the medicine once and am much better now. If you are still not worried, you can wait until tomorrow to see my face. When the swelling has completely subsided, Song Yi can use it well."
Qiao Jinling handed the clay jar to Song Jingyan, turned to leave, and suddenly heard a voice from behind: "Have you gone to catch the toad?"
This is Song Yishan.
His voice was hoarse and his body was upright. If it weren't for his swollen cheeks, he would still be the same calm and self-possessed little boy as usual.
"No. Hehe, I'm looking for Fatty, and he got the infection."
The moment Qiao Jinling put on the hat, she felt that she was so handsome. She had the chivalrous demeanor of "getting out of your clothes when things are done and hiding your identity and fame".
By night, the swelling on Qiao Jinling's face had subsided a lot. Maybe the infection had been short-lived, and only a slight swelling could be seen, which was much better than last night.
"Dad, Lingling is much better. Take it to Grandpa Niu quickly and let him use it for Fatty. He will definitely sell us beef and cowhide."
Qiao Jinling urged Qiao Qianqian to rush there in the middle of the night. Taking the initiative to see someone off and waiting for others to come to their door were not the same thing.
Qiao Xiangqian agreed, held the flashlight and went out. After a while, Qiao Xiangqian came back with a smile and said: "It's amazing, Pang Dun put it on for a while and said it didn't itch anymore. Uncle Gensheng laughed so hard."
It’s blooming, I didn’t even mention the beef and cowhide, but he covered it all, haha..."
Qiao raised Qiao Jinling forward and said cheerfully: "Lingling is really the lucky little girl of our family!"
I didn't sleep well last night. Qiao Jinling slept very soundly tonight and had a bunch of messy dreams, but every dream was a sweet dream.
The next day, she took the time to sneak over to Song Yishan's house to see how he was recovering. Song Jingyan was not at home, and Song Yishan was alone.
"Qiao Jinling, come in."
Song Yishan stood in the main room and could not see his expression clearly.
"Oh, your aunt is not at home. To be honest, I am quite afraid of her. I have such a long face, as if I owe her money."
Qiao Jinling complained a few words, then felt embarrassed, stuck out her tongue and said, "Hey, you shouldn't speak ill of people behind their backs."
"Thank you for saving me."
Song Yishan said it seriously, which made Qiao Jinling a little frightened. She couldn't bear to thank him like this. She waved her hands repeatedly: "You're welcome, aren't we roommates? We should, we should."
"Should?"
A trace of disappointment flashed in Song Yishan's eyes, and it disappeared in an instant.
"Yes, shouldn't it?"
Qiao Jinling thought this little boy was strange.
"Qiao Jinling, look, this scar was made by you."
Song Yishan lifted up his broken hair from his forehead and said this sentence without any clue.
"Yes, I was the one who hit you. I remember, didn't I apologize to you already? Now you still want to settle old scores?"
Qiao Jinling thought to herself, this guy really holds a grudge.
"It's okay, just remember."
Song Yishan let down his hair and said nothing more.
"What's wrong? You just have a scar and you still want me to pledge my life to you?"
Qiao Jinling was laughing and joking, but Song Yishan didn't say anything. He heard a movement at the door, and it turned out that Song Jingyan was back.
"Hello, aunt, I'm here to see Song Yishan."
Qiao Jinling seemed to have forgotten the disagreements of the previous two days and greeted Song Jingyan with a smile.
"Oh, Lingling, right? The medicine you gave is very good. Yishan is already much better."
Song Jingyan is no longer as tense as before, her expression is gentle, and her tone is still polite and distant.
"You're welcome, auntie, hey, serve the people, I see you have a lot of medical books in your house, are you a doctor?"
As soon as Qiao Jinling finished speaking, Song Jingyan's expression suddenly changed!