On the afternoon of the next day, Fang Yiai was in Yan Liben's study, copying the previous manuscript. When he felt the lines of the strokes, he felt a little breathless, so he put down the brush in his hand, while carefully criticizing the use of his lines and those originally drawn by Yan Liben.
While there was a gap, he picked up the ginseng tea specially sent by Yan Liben and put it into his mouth.
As soon as the tea entered her mouth, Fang Yiai was so excited that she almost spit it out! It was so salty!
Holding a mouthful of water in his mouth, Fang Yiai neither vomited nor swallowed. He finally understood why he kept listening to the footsteps of Yan Wanru and her little maid outside the study!
"What? But today's ginseng tea is not ready?" Yan Liben, who was watching with satisfaction that Fang Yiai's paintings had improved compared to the previous two days, raised his eyes and noticed Fang Yiai's unnatural expression, and couldn't help but express concern.
asked in a voice.
"It's nothing, I just suddenly found that the lines of my eye seemed a bit rigid." Fang Yiai quickly swallowed the water in his mouth and said with a normal expression.
"Well, it's okay. If you practice more, the more you draw, the more you become familiar with it, and the drawing will become natural and soft." Yan Liben said without doubt.
"Yes, I must practice more, kid." Fang Yiai said with a cupped hand, and then, as if nothing was wrong, he picked up his pen again and began to draw.
Yan Wanru, who was outside the window and looking through a fingertip on the window paper, felt strange when he saw Fang Yiai's expression as usual. He turned around and asked Bi Mi in a low voice, who was behind him with a worried look on his face, and said, "
Are you sure there was salt in the bowl of ginseng tea you gave Fang Yiai?"
Seeing Yan Wanru suddenly turning his head, Bi Mi, who had a guilty conscience, couldn't help but make a decision. He patted his small chest with a frightened face, looked at his young lady complainingly, and then whispered dissatisfiedly, "That young lady is looking at me and letting go."
I put two tablespoons of salt in it. If you don’t believe it, Miss, you can go in and try it.”
"Yes, I watched you put it, but was it really the bowl for Fang Yiai? Why did he drink it without any problems?" Yan Wanru asked doubtfully.
"Impossible, how could he be fine with such a powerful ginseng tea!?" Bi Mi shook her head in disbelief.
"If you don't believe me, you can see for yourself." Yan Wanru rolled her eyes at Bi Mi, then pulled Bi Mi to the small hole in front of the window and let her see for herself.
Bi Mi glanced at her lady suspiciously, and then looked in through the small hole in the window paper. Fang Yiai was indeed doing everything as usual. She couldn't help but turned to look at her lady suspiciously, and asked, "Miss, are you sure Mr. Fang is drinking?"
Yet?"
"I watched him take a big sip." Yan Wanru pointed to his eyes and said seriously.
"Then why is he okay?" Bi Mi asked strangely.
"That's why I asked you but I'm not sure that the bowl of ginseng tea given to Fang Yiai is the one you put the salt in." Yan Wanru said angrily.
"The house only made that bowl of ginseng tea this afternoon, and nothing else." Bi Mi scratched her head in confusion and looked at Yan Wanru.
"I know that too, but why is he okay? I just want to know this now!" Yan Wanru said.
"Is it possible that Mr. Fang didn't drink it at all?" Bi Mi thought for a while and couldn't think of a better explanation. She couldn't help guessing, "Miss, think about it, Mr. Fang is a doctor, how can he know the taste?"
I’m not sensitive, maybe I smelled something wrong in the water from the beginning, so I didn’t really drink it.”
"Although there are only two ginseng slices in the bowl, they are the finest century-old wild ginseng collected by my uncle! The smell of the ginseng slices can completely suppress the taste of salt! His sense of smell is real, but if his tongue does not touch the water,
I can't tell the salt inside." Yan Wanru angrily knocked Bi Mi on the head and explained angrily.
"Then, Mr. Fang tested the taste of the water with his tongue, and then felt the salt in it, so he didn't drink it." Bi Mi rubbed her head and explained hard.
"Only puppies use their tongues to drink it!" Yan Wanru knocked Bi Mi's head rudely and whispered, "I think he was drinking tea normally just now and didn't test the water with his tongue. And the Fang family's tutor
How could he be so rude to test the water with his tongue, let alone in front of his uncle?" After saying that, he gave Bi Mi a white look, and then moved his head to the small hole in the window paper.
Bi Mi rubbed her painful head with both hands aggrievedly, thinking with a bitter face for a long time but still couldn't explain it. Unwilling to do so, she also poked a hole in the window paper, put her eyes up, and wanted to see it with her own eyes.
See if Fang Yiai really drank water and is fine.
As a result, the two of them waited for a long time, until Yan Liben told Fang Yiai to go back to rest, but they did not wait until Fang Yiai brought the tea bowl for the second time.
The master and servant carefully hid in the flowers next to the study, watching Yan Liben and Fang Yiai's retreating figures. After the two figures disappeared, Yan Wanru impatiently took Bi Mi into Yan Liben.
In the study room, I went straight to the goal - the bowl of ginseng tea that belonged to Fang Yiai on the desk!
Lifting the lid of the bowl and looking at the obviously lowered water level inside, Yan Wanru let out a soft "Eh" and muttered in a low voice, "You obviously drank it, how can you be fine?"
Bi Mi also came forward and looked at the obviously lowered water level in the tea bowl, and said puzzledly, "Yes, why is Mr. Fang okay? Is it possible that the water is not salty? Or did we mistake sugar for salt?"
"Impossible!" Yan Wanru directly rejected Bi Mi's idiotic idea. After all, she had tasted it before adding salt!
He and Bi Mi looked at each other in confusion, then Yan Wanru directly picked up the bowl of ginseng tea, raised her head and took a small sip into her mouth. "Pfft!" She spat out all the ginseng tea she had just put into her mouth.
, just squirted all over Bi Mi's face who was looking at her curiously.
"Cough cough cough, cough cough, cough cough cough...water! Hurry up, water! Give me a glass of water!" Yan Wanru said anxiously while coughing and spitting out.
Bi Mi wiped the water on her face with her sleeve, licked her sleeve with her tongue, shuddered suddenly, wrinkled her face and said, "Oh my god! It's so salty!" Then she hurried to pour it for Yan Wanru.
Had a normal cup of tea.
"Miss, it's so salty, why is Mr. Fang okay after drinking it?" Bi Mi looked at her lady sympathetically and asked in confusion.
After drinking two bowls of water, Yan Wanru, who had regained consciousness, looked up at Bi Mi and said in a somewhat depressed tone, "How could I know!"
And Fang Yiai, the young master of the house whom they said was nothing, smiled at the entrance of the Taiyuan Hospital and sent away the housekeeper Zhao of the Yan family who drove him back. His face changed drastically, and he sprinted for 100 meters under Fuasaki's strange eyes.
At a very fast speed, he rushed back to the room where he was temporarily staying in the Taiyuan Hospital, holding the kettle in his hand and filling it with a pot of water. Unsatisfied, he picked up the jug of water on the side and poured it into his mouth.
Seeing Fang Yiai drinking water guzzlingly, Fang Ming approached Fang Qi strangely and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with the second young master? Doesn't Mr. Yan refuse to give the second young master water? Look at how thirsty our second young master is.
of!"
"That's not right. When we first entered the study room of the Yan Mansion, Mr. Yan asked his servants to prepare good ginseng tea for the second young master. After everything was ready, I followed Butler Zhao to the place where the servants were staying.
Huh?" Fuasaki also scratched his head in confusion, looking at the second young master who was drinking his own milk, full of doubts.
Fang Yiai filled up another half of the can of water. This time she hiccupped and put down the water can in her hand with satisfaction.
"Second Young Master, are you okay?" Fuasaki asked with concern.
"It's okay." Fang Yiai waved her hand and said, then stood up to check on Lu Yi's condition, and then asked Fang Ming about Lu Yi's status in the afternoon.
In the evening, Lu Yi finally woke up with everyone's expectations. After making sure that Fang Yiai was fine, he drank some light rice soup and fell into a deep sleep.