Chapter 2559

Time passed by unknowingly. Qinchuan cultivated and then looked after the Huanyang Grass. Three months passed just like that.

The Huanyang fruit had finally ripened.

It would take ten months to nurture a batch of Huanyang Grass seeds. Ten months might not be considered a long time, but for spiritual herbs, ten months was not a long time.

Of course, if it was an ordinary time, it would already be forty years old. A forty year old Huanyang Grass could be used. This was a very special type of spirit medicine. It didn't require a terrifying age.

Of course, the older the better. This was true for most medicinal ingredients. However, there were some that were too old, and the conditions would become harsh. For example, some alchemists and pharmacists would not be able to use them.

Apothecaries were just like beast tamers. There were some demonic beasts that could not be tamed, and their lives would be in danger.

There was a risk of the furnace exploding when refining pills and medicines, and it could even injure oneself.

Qinchuan had already contacted Consort Qian.

Because he needed to treat her injuries, he was waiting for Qian Fei to arrive before picking the fruit.

Once the Huanyang Grass bore fruit and seeds, the essence would be absorbed into the seeds, so the branches would not have any effect.

However, it was still Huanyang Grass after all. Although it could not be used to refine the Huanyang Pill, this branch still had other uses. Its effects were less than one-tenth of the original, but it could still be used for some medicinal pills.

Every stalk of Huanyang Grass had ten fruits on it, no more, no less. It was as if they had been deliberately left behind. Regardless of the size or color, they were all exactly the same.

After the Huanyang Fruit ripened, it turned purple. It was a dreamy color, and it gave off a beautiful halo of light. It looked magnificent.

Consort Qian was here. The two of them would drink and admire the moon from time to time in the past few months, but their relationship stopped at holding hands.

"It's so pretty!" Consort Qian looked at the Huanyang Fruit and said happily.

"Are you complimenting me?" Qinchuan said with a smile.

"Shameless? You don't look good." Consort Qian smiled and glanced at Qinchuan.

"Is it really not nice? “

"Not at all!" Consort Qian nodded.

"I think you're really good-looking."

Consort Qian did not reply. She continued to stare at the Huanyang Fruit, but she gently stepped on Qinchuan's foot.

It was time to harvest the fruits.

Qinchuan quickly put away the Huanyang Fruits. Each fruit contained a Huanyang Grass seed.

But now, what Qinchuan wanted was the skin of the Huanyang Fruit. Everything else, including the medicine, had been prepared. Only the skin of the Huanyang Fruit was missing.

Fresh skin of Huanyang Fruit.

After he was done, he began to decoct the medicine. Decocting the medicine was a delicate task, and it was best not to be disturbed.

Consort Qian didn't know why, but she trusted Qinchuan. She believed that he could cure her, but she didn't know why she trusted him.

He had too few memories of Qinchuan, so few that he could only be considered an ordinary friend. However, there was something different about him.

She believed what Qinchuan said.

She thought about it carefully. She had gone back to see her grandpa, and her grandpa would not lie to her. However, it didn't matter whether he lied or not. She really couldn't remember the entanglement with Qinchuan.

Although she could tell that what Qinchuan said was true, it didn't matter whether it was true or not. She didn't care so much about this man now.

Out of physical instinct, when Qinchuan held her hand, she didn't struggle, nor did she show any incomparable anger. Gradually, she didn't know what she was doing now.

She believed in him. Even though she knew this guy was a bit of a rascal, she didn't reject him.

She even thought it was not bad. She didn't even have a real friend. Compared with others, Consort Qian felt that Qinchuan was a real friend.

After drinking the cut medicine, Consort Qian only felt like her body was on fire. It was very uncomfortable, as if her whole body was about to burn.

Qinchuan's silver needle fell.

This pain was really nothing for Consort Qian. With the addition of Qinchuan's acupuncture, she gradually calmed down.

She didn't know how many times she had experienced the pain of hidden diseases before, but she was numb to this pain. Soon the pain disappeared, and her body felt warm.

That kind of physical comfort was unprecedented. Her body became relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been removed from her body.

Well, this time she was really cured.

Consort Qian was very happy. She looked at Qinchuan and said with a smile, "Thank you!"

"How?" Qinchuan looked at her with a smile.

"How do you want to thank me?" Consort Qian looked at Qinchuan angrily.

She knew that Qinchuan definitely wouldn't say anything nice, but for some reason, she didn't hate him very much. She even wanted to hear him say something shameless.

"I didn't treat you for you to thank me. This is what I should do." Qinchuan blinked and looked at Consort Qian.

When Consort Qian revealed a smile on her face, she couldn't help but feel a little happy in her heart. It was the kind of excitement that rarely appeared.

The lonelier a person was, the more they needed care. Of course, everyone wanted to be cared for and comforted, but it was more targeted at certain people.

Sometimes, the comfort of strangers could be effective for the people they cared about the most, but it couldn't be too effective, because the care was not real.

"There are 655 Huanyang Grass seeds here. One year later, there will be 655 stalks of Huanyang Grass. But you need to keep some seeds." Qinchuan pointed at the Huanyang Grass seeds that had been arranged.

"Um, I don't need them now. You can keep them." Consort Qian said happily.

Previously, he needed the Huanyang Grass because he wanted to try and see if it could cure his hidden injuries.

But now she didn't need it, and Qinchuan definitely needed it. So she gave it to Qinchuan.

Qinchuan didn't refuse and kept it. "After some time, I will give you the Huanyang Pill."

"Okay, I will wait." Consort Qian trusted Qinchuan very much now.

If it was someone else, they definitely wouldn't believe it. After all, Qinchuan was too young. It was impossible for him to concoct the Huanyang Pill at such a young age.

But Consort Qian believed it.

"I will treat you to a meal." Consort Qian said.

"Is there any wine?" Qinchuan asked.

"Yes, there is still a lot of wine that you gave me." Consort Qian said.

"Okay!"

Sometimes, two people really needed a wonderful feeling between them. It was a kind of invisible rhythm, a kind of feeling like the wind was blowing and dancing.

There was no need to say anything. A look, a movement, or even a simple sitting together could be felt.

Qinchuan came to Consort Qian's Bai Hua Hall again.

Consort Qian knew how to cook, and she was good at it. With the spices that Qinchuan gave her, Qinchuan sat there like a boss and waited for the meal …

Actually, he wanted to go in and cook with Consort Qian, but Consort Qian didn't let him. Qinchuan knew that she wanted to thank him.

Good food and good wine!

There was a better her!

It wasn't a candlelit dinner, but the environment was good, the light was good, and there were more people. Therefore, the feeling of spiritual sublimation was stronger. At this moment, they wouldn't think about anything else, and they wouldn't have any messy thoughts. It seemed that having a quiet meal was the best choice.