It was almost the end of the twelfth lunar month, and the snow on Lingyun Peak was getting heavier and heavier. The double palace was covered with a thick layer of grayish-white snow.
In the small courtyard, a round stone table was filled with steaming hot dishes. Song Hongli sat at the table and leisurely ate his lunch.
Luo Qingzhi was standing ten steps away from the stone table. She was holding a huge stone pillar with her hands over her head, and she was in a horse stance.
On this cold winter day, a layer of fragrant sweat seeped out of her forehead.
Luo Qingzhi looked angrily at the two people sitting on the stone table in front of her. No, it was a man, a skinny monkey. Her stomach was growling pitifully.
Song Qinglian had been recuperating at Lingyun Peak for nearly a week. The injuries on her body had mostly healed, and only her right hand was still wrapped in a thick cotton cloth.
Song Hongli took good care of her, and her face became much rounder and more delicate and cute. She couldn't be called a monkey anymore.
Song Qinglian was sitting on her senior brother's lap. His senior brother's expression was usually indifferent, but he was very gentle as he fed Song Qinglian.
" Senior Brother," Luo Qingzhi said pitifully.
"Senior Brother, I know I was wrong. I won't tease Junior Nephew anymore. I've been standing for the whole morning and haven't even drunk a sip of water."
Song Hongli continued to feed Song Qinglian as he replied to Luo Qingzhi.
"You brought this upon yourself. Who asked you to be so disrespectful to your senior brother? This time, I'll treat it as a punishment for you.”
After this little junior sister figured out his weakness, she would press him to the ground and scratch him every day when he was not paying attention.
Luo Qingzhi only let him off when he begged for mercy.
Where would he put his face?
Therefore, Song Hongli would not let Luo Qingzhi off easily this time.
On the other side, Song Qinglian's dark eyes narrowed as she looked at Song Hongli, who was feeding her.
He watched as Song Hongli kept putting a spoon full of plain white rice into his mouth. Song Hongli didn't even take a bite.
Song Qinglian raised her right hand, wanting to take the spoon.
When Song Hongli saw this scene, he grabbed Song Qinglian's bandaged little paw.""Don't move, the wound will open.”
Luo Qingzhi was a little worried.""Senior Brother, Little Martial Nephew's right hand is so badly injured, and he hasn't recovered even after recuperating for a few days. What should we do?”
"That's right. It's also time to treat Qinglian's injured right hand and blocked meridians."
Song Hongli said softly after hearing Luo Qingzhi's words.
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Very quickly, Song Hongli had picked many spirit herbs from his own Spirit Herb Garden on Ling Yun Peak to help Song Qinglian recover her meridians.
"Purple red sage root, Hundred Herb Dew, Heavenly Fairy, Heaven Punishment Grass, Earth Bodhisattva Flower, Red Karmic Fire Lotus…simmer it over medium heat for an hour.”
Song Hongli was reading the Encyclopedia of Herbs at the side while putting the spiritual herbs into the big pot for free.
On the other side, Luo Qingzhi, who was outside the door, saw this scene. Her amber eyes were filled with surprise, envy, and jealousy.
This was a spirit herb that others could not even beg for. Even if he had begged his senior brother for a long time, his senior brother would only give him one.
At the thought of this, Luo Qingzhi glared fiercely at Song Qinglian, who had been clinging to her senior brother's arms all day and refusing to leave.
Humph, this little martial nephew is really lucky to be loved by his senior brother.
It was a small matter to delay the two of them for a while. What if this little martial nephew snatched his senior brother away one day?
Don't say that she was worried for nothing, but her woman's intuition told her that this little martial nephew was definitely not that simple.
It was very likely that she would be one of his future love rivals, and the most difficult kind.
After all, she had the age advantage and could act coquettishly to her senior brother without any restraint. How detestable!
On the other side, Song Hongli looked at the Encyclopedia of Herbs on the table and fell into deep thought.
He didn't know much about this, so Song Hongli could only put all the immortal herbs and pills into the pot. Then, these things seemed to have a strange chemical reaction.
The soup turned dark purple and looked as sticky as gravy. It kept bubbling.
Song Hongli felt like he was a witch brewing potions.
"Uh, this can't kill people, right?"
Song Hongli lowered his head and sniffed the liquid in the pot. The faint fragrance of herbs did not make him feel uncomfortable.
Feeling that it was about time, Song Hongli poured the liquid in the pot into the large stone basin that he usually used to bathe in.
There were a few pieces of red-hot charcoal under the stone basin to heat the bathtub for a long time.
"Qingzhi, quickly come over and bathe your little martial nephew.”
After placing the change of clothes and toiletries beside the bathtub, Song Hongli stuck his head out of the door and shouted.
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