The Classic of the Maiden's Medical Arts

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  The food box was placed in front of him, and Ban Jin stepped back a few steps, kneeling down behind Zhou Liu Lang.

  "Go ahead and eat, it's what you had at my place last time," said Shūroku.

  The gentleman sitting opposite, Qin Langjun, smiled and stretched out his hand to pick up a golden crispy pancake from the plate in front of him, put it in his mouth, and nodded in praise.

  "Not bad, indeed exquisite, how did you manage that?" He didn't pay attention to Shūroku, but instead looked at Hangetsu behind him and asked.

  "There's nothing else, just flour food, mixed with honey, kneaded and pulled into oil to fry." said Ban Qin with her head down.

  "It's just a small snack, but you're in such a hurry to eat it right away." Shūroku said with some disdain, "Sango, don't let your father say that you're frivolous and lacking in ambition."

  Qin Langjun smiled and shook his head, meanwhile plucking another one to eat.

  "Snacks? There's no such thing as a small matter when it comes to food," he said. "It's just that I added a bit of honey and kneaded it more, so it's different from what you and I usually eat. How come we didn't think of this?"

  "I'm not a kitchen maid." Zhou Liu Lang sneered and said.

  Qin Langjun shook his head.

  "Not so," he said. "It's just a matter of whether you pay attention or not. If you do, then even eating, drinking, having fun, traveling, living, sitting, and sleeping can all be different from others."

  "What's the use of being careful about such things? It's just a small path." Shūroku snorted in disdain.

  "Or, to put it another way, being meticulous in these small matters shows that one's heart is broad-minded." Qin Langjun smiled and said, "The minor path and the major path are both paths; gathering small things together becomes big things. The minor path should not be underestimated - isn't there a saying 'seeing the subtle and knowing the magnificent'?"

  Zhou Lang raised his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp, then pushed the plate of fried food in front of him towards Qin Lang.

  "Eat, eat, all for you to eat, hurry up and stuff your mouth!" he shouted. "I'm looking for trouble arguing with a unreasonable and noisy guy like you! I know why the old monk from the Empty Mind Temple became mute when he saw you - he'd rather not preach than provoke this loudmouthed Buddha!"

  Qin Lang burst out laughing loudly.

  "What is unreasonable? That's what you people call it when you know you're in the wrong and can't justify yourselves. You folks only see others' faults, but never admit your own mistakes." He said with a smile.

  "Stop it, stop it! If you keep nagging me, I'll leave!" Zhou Liulang shouted in feigned annoyance.

  He said and turned his head to look at Ban Jin again.

  "It's all because of you and your little tricks, causing all this trouble." he scolded.

  This is the young master joking with himself, only someone who holds themselves in high regard would be so casual with themselves, half smiling as he lowered his head.

  "Yes, it's the servant's fault." She said with a bow.

  Qin Langjun smiled and also drank wine.

  "What's this little dish called?" he asked.

  Ban Jin lowered her head, and the familiar conversation echoed in her ears.

  "What's this called?"

  "I don't know..."

  Its sound is all around.

  "I don't know," she said.

  Qin Langjun looked at her.

  "You don't know?" he asked, somewhat strangely.

  Shūroku let out an annoyed click of his tongue.

  "It's just something to eat, why so many names?" he said.

  Yes, but why did she say she didn't know her name instead of saying she had no name?

  The implication is that it has a name, and having a name means it has an owner.

  Isn't its master this young lady?

  Who is that?

  Qin Langjun was about to ask a question when Zhou Liulang interrupted him.

  "I came here to drink with you, not to discuss food and philosophy, it's suffocating." Zhou Liu Lang handed him the wine jug, saying impatiently.

  Changing from talking about poetry to talking about food, how apt!

  Qin Langjun burst out laughing, and that's why a bookworm and a martial artist, a cripple and a robust young man, two people who seemed completely mismatched to outsiders, were actually close friends since childhood.

  Coarse and refined coexist, elegant and vulgar blend together, chatting freely and getting along harmoniously.

  Qin Langjun picked up the wine jug and drank directly from it, tilting his head back.

  Saturday palm.

  "That's more like it," he said with a smile.

  After three rounds of wine, both of them were drunk and excited. Zhou Liuang suggested going outside the city to ride horses and enjoy the scenery. Qin Langjun, who was ill and couldn't walk, loved horseback riding as it allowed him to temporarily experience the thrill of freedom. The two quickly agreed and called out to their servants to hurry downstairs and leave the wine house.

  Half leek obtained permission to follow.

  "But I don't know how to ride a horse." She said with a mix of delight and nervousness.

  "What's there to be afraid of? Let young master teach you." The other maid chuckled.

  Ban Jin's face turned red as she played with the maid.

  There were many people and cars on the street, and this group of young men and beautiful women attracted a lot of attention.

  The horse carriage had only traveled for a short while when the sound of loud shouting was heard from up ahead, and the densely packed crowd miraculously parted to make way for a path.

  "Who is it?" The slightly drunk Zhou Liang frowned, being jostled by the crowd and somewhat annoyed. "I'm in a hurry to get out of the city, don't delay me."

  He galloped away on his horse, and Qin Langjun in the carriage ahead hastily lifted the curtain and waved at him.

  "He said, 'It is the reliance of King Jinan.'"

  Zhou Lang's intoxication dissipated, he turned over and dismounted his horse, and together with everyone else, yielded to the side of the road.

  Ban Jin squeezed behind others and looked at the majestic young master's intelligent and elegant Qin Lang, with an attitude so respectful that he was quite surprised.

  In her eyes, these two were probably the most formidable people in the world. Who would be able to make them so respectful?

  "Is he a high-ranking official?" she couldn't help but ask in a low voice to the maid beside her.

  As expected, she's just a little girl from the countryside.

  "It's the Marquis, he is a relative of the Emperor." The maid said in a low voice.

  It's an honor to meet you, a member of the royal family, the most noble person in this world.

  The king's carriage arrived in sight, and people around were crowded and chaotic, looking up to watch.

  It's really possible to see royalty and nobles here, the capital city is indeed very impressive. Ban Jin was also slightly excited and tiptoed to take a look.

  A carriage with only the royal crest on it, a stern and majestic guard with an air of killing intent, as it moves, the curtain hanging down reveals a person sitting upright inside.

  A profile view, with a jade crown binding her hair, reveals a solemn and dignified face, with high nose bridge.

  In the blink of an eye, Ban Jin didn't see anything clearly.

  How can I see clearly with the mosquito net in the way?

  After the car drove away, the streets here returned to their bustle.

  Ban Jin and Ya Tou squeezed over, closely following Qin Lang's carriage.

  "Take another look and get some good fortune." Qin Langjun said.

  Zhou Lang shook his head on horseback.

  "It's women's good fortune; we men just join in the excitement." He said with a slight smile.

  The Prince of Jin'an was the eldest son of Emperor Xian, and as a child he followed his father into the palace. The Empress Dowager held him in her arms, and soon after she became pregnant. The Emperor and the Empress Dowager were overjoyed at the prospect of an heir, but unfortunately the child died in infancy three months later. The following year, the Prince of Jin'an entered the capital again and was doted on by the Imperial Concubine, who soon became pregnant as well. The Emperor and the Empress Dowager were once again overjoyed, and from then on they believed that the Prince of Jin'an was a lucky star. They kept him in the palace to raise him, and now it has been ten years.

  After the age of ten, he could no longer appear freely in front of the imperial consorts, but was still raised in front of the empress dowager. It is unknown whether it was a coincidence or not, but the emperor's offspring were indeed smooth and prosperous, with already having ten children to date, although only two of them were princes. However, for an emperor who became a father after the age of forty, this was already very satisfying.

  The King of Jin'an was therefore favored with great kindness and in the ranks of imperial consorts he was known as a child-bearing treasure.

  A child might be delighted with such a title, but if a king's son bearing this title were being raised in the palace and was approaching adulthood, it wouldn't seem so amusing.

  It is said that King Jin'an of Guangling will be sent back to his father's fief soon.

  "He's a pitiful man too," Qin Lang murmured, gazing at the already distant procession.

  It's better not to mention royal affairs, and soon they left the city gate.

  Before long, seven or eight people rushed into the wine house where Zhou Liulang and Qin Liangyu were, scaring the waiter half to death.

  "Who is it?" Everyone rushed over to ask.

  The man in charge raised his hand.

  The shopkeeper's quick eyes and hands caught the silver coins thrown over.

  Wow, you're really generous!

  "What can I do for you?" The shopkeeper immediately smiled and said, looking at the crowd in front of him, including two women wearing veils and a little girl.

  "We're looking for someone." A woman wearing a veil led a little girl out and said in a sharp voice.

  At this time, in Jiangzhou, inside the Xuanmiao Temple, worldly noise and disturbance were isolated.

  Celery

  Cheng Jiaoniang said under the tree, stretching out her hand.

  The girl handed over a branch wrapped with a handkerchief on her head.

  Jiang Niang took it over and slowly sat down on the couch, her maid looking at her with some tension.

  On the moist ground, with the swaying of branches, a character appears tremulously.

  Although she didn't know what character it was, Ya Tou also knew it was a word.

  "Daughter, daughter, it's written down, it's written down." She couldn't help but shout.

  Jiang Nang steadily received the last payment, her hand trembling. She let out a breath and tried to write again, but her hand was uncontrollable, shaking violently, with words that couldn't be written properly.

  Jiang Nang sat up straight and swung the branch in her hand back and forth.

  "No, no," she said.

  "Girl, you can already write one character, that's good enough. Tomorrow you'll be able to write two." The little girl crouched down in front of her, holding onto her knees and said excitedly, "Don't rush, don't rush."

  Jiang Nang smiled slightly.

  "I'm not in a hurry," she said, pointing to the words on the ground with a branch. "I mean, these words, they're written incorrectly."

  The girl looked at the words on the ground again, they were square and upright, looking pretty good.

  "It's quite good-looking," she said, "better than what those young masters at home write on their calligraphy posters."

  Jiangniang used a branch to tap her shoulder, looked up at the sky, but unfortunately, she had a big laugh that was voiceless.

  She slowly withdrew her gaze.

  "What character is this?" asked the girl.

  "It's too much." said Jingniang Cheng.

  "Tai?" The girl repeated, suddenly enlightened, "Is it Tai Ping's Tai?"

  Jiang Yao nodded.

  "Great, daughter-in-law practices well, and when she's done, she writes the door plaque herself." Yatou clapped her hands and said, "Tai Ping, Tai Ping, what a wonderful name! Does it mean praying for peace?"

  "No," said Jingniang, "it's just that I like to eat Taiping steamed buns."