Chapter 189 Colorful Bamboo Tube

Sun Hongye opened his mouth to speak, but after looking around, he said, "This is not convenient."

There were people coming and going in the clinic. At this time, two girls were changing the dressings for the patient opposite him, and they turned around from time to time to peek at He Lingchuan.

This place is only suitable for gossip.

He Lingchuan understood and changed the subject: "How do you feel now?"

"Soreness, swelling and pain, and weakness all over the body." Sun Hongye was a little tired after talking for so long, and she didn't hide it.

"There is a famous doctor here, just follow the doctor's advice, I won't give you medicine, so as to avoid drug conflicts." The arrow was poisonous, and this kid had a narrow escape last night, so he would have to suffer some hardships. "Have a good rest, I will come to see you the day after tomorrow."

Afterwards, He Lingchuan personally went to find the attending doctor and asked him to carefully take care of Sun Hongye, and the expenses were all paid by the He family.

That afternoon, Sun Hongye found that the food served in the clinic was very different. The carefully cooked pig liver porridge was added with wolfberry, and it was served with two golden and crispy shredded radish cakes and a large meat bun with a solid meat filling. There was also a small dish of pickled vegetables with a moderate saltiness and sweetness.

It made others envious.

After asking, Sun Hongye had a better impression of He Lingchuan.

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Just as He Lingchuan walked out of the clinic, Assistant Manager Liu also came back and took a carriage back to the inn.

He himself was a patient, and after walking outside, his wounds started to ache again.

Madam Ying had gone to his guest room once and found nothing. Seeing him come back, she frowned: "You are still running out with injuries all over your body. Do you want to live?"

He Lingchuan heard the concern hidden in her reproach, and smiled and took out a box and handed it over: "I bought some small things for my mother."

The square box itself is made of huanghuali wood, light brown, and looks a bit old. The surface is smooth and undecorated. There is only a wax seal in the lower left corner that says:

Yangliu Mountain House.

Madam Ying opened the box and saw a pumpkin-shaped hand warmer lying on the cushion inside.

She herself has several hand warmers, the styles are either flowers and birds or bats, and the materials are either copper or white copper, but the one in front of her is indigo with dark gold patterns. There is no fixed pattern, and the patterns are also deep and shallow, but it is calm, luxurious, and majestic. It seems to glow by itself in the dark.

Madam Ying only took a look and couldn't move her eyes away.

There was no charcoal in the stove, but Madam Ying felt slightly warm, smooth and round. "Where did you find this?"

"This is an antique from the previous dynasty." Assistant Liu chimed in at the right time, "Almost two hundred years ago, Yangliu Shanfang was the most famous workshop in the eastern part of Xiluo Kingdom, and this 'Spring View' hand warmer is a treasure left by the master himself. Originally, the mirror, stove, comb, hairpin, and box were a complete series, and each piece had a pattern on the bottom, but today other sets are no longer available."

Madam Ying played with the small stove and said, "It is beautiful, but what does this color have to do with spring?"

In spring, the grass is long and the warblers are flying. This theme is usually expressed in red, yellow and green. How could it be such a calm color as dark blue and dark gold?

It's suitable for winter.

Assistant Liu smiled and said, "You don't know that the owner of Yangliu Mountain House accidentally fell into the water when he was young. In early spring, the ice lake began to melt. He looked up from the bottom of the water and saw the sunlight penetrating the cracks in the ice. This is the scene. He kept this scene in mind and finally reproduced it in his work decades later."

Mrs. Ying wanted to be more reserved, but she couldn't close her mouth and smiled: "So there are such allusions!"

She didn't want to lose her composure in front of her eldest son, and coughed hard: "Chuan'er is thoughtful, and I like it very much. Assistant Liu, a few wives of officials will come to see me later. Go to the city to buy me some old-fashioned snacks to entertain the guests."

She was injured in her leg, but her bones were not injured. After Lingguang applied medicine, the pain was suppressed. The time in Shihuan City is precious, and it cannot be used only to heal.

Assistant Liu quickly responded and winked at He Lingchuan when he turned around.

This thing was found by him.

In the past one or two months, a large number of officials and wealthy businessmen have been raided. Those valuable belongings soon circulated in the market in various ways. As long as you have a good eye and financial resources, now is indeed a good time to buy treasures.

If the He family came a year later, the price of the Chunjian hand warmer would at least double.

He Lingchuan gave him a thumbs up. Only those with good stories are good antiques. Giving gifts to women is such a professional thing, it is really better to leave it to professionals, otherwise it is better not to give it.

He also prepared a silver pen for He Yue and a set of clothes for He Chunhua as gifts.

When waiting for guests to come, Mrs. Ying asked the servants to add charcoal to the Chunjian stove, and happily put it on the tea table, ready to pick it up and fiddle with it when chatting with the officials.

Such beautiful and charming things are like jewelry, they must be worn for people to see.

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He Lingchuan had just returned to the inn and had just taken two sips of hot tea when a guard came to report:

“Li Fubo of Songyang Prefecture wants to see you.”

He Lingchuan was overjoyed and went to the door of the inn in person.

The chief master craftsman of the middle furnace of Songyang Prefecture came in lightly, followed by two disciples.

The two exchanged greetings, and Li Fubo introduced: "These are my direct disciples. They want to go north with me to help and gain experience. I will pay for their food and lodging. Can the host be flexible?"

"I'd love to." He Lingchuan smiled, "Master Li, why are you so polite? I feel bad for letting you travel thousands of miles with me. I will take care of the expenses of the two brothers."

Seeing that he was generous, Li Fubo did not refuse and turned the topic to the broken knife: "Continuing to cast is like refining an elixir. It needs to be monitored throughout the process, and there is only one chance. There are many inconveniences on the road. I thought about starting in Xiazhou?"

He Lingchuan also understood the principle of haste, waste in speed, so he just said there was no rush, and took out the walnut boat from his arms, a little embarrassed: "Master Li, help me take a look, is this thing still repairable?"

"Mustard boat?" Li Fubo was startled, "Is it also Sun Fuping's?"

"Good eyesight. I thought this thing was called a walnut boat." He Lingchuan handed it to him, "My father confiscated it from Sun Fuping. I borrowed it last night, but the enemy destroyed it like this! Look, Is there any help?”

"This is originally produced by my Songyang Mansion, of course I recognize it."

He Lingchuan was somewhat surprised: "This is also produced by Songyang Mansion? Sun Fuping said that it was borrowed from a friend."

"I borrowed it from Songyang Mansion. Our Lord has mentioned it twice before."

? ! This is embarrassing.

The original owner of the mustard boat was Marquis Songyang, but it was also He Chunhua's trophy.

Fortunately, Li Fubo looked at it and said: "It doesn't matter. I think the lord will have no objection to it if you are destined to live there. Well, it's interesting. The mustard boat originally carved the formation, and its maker even boasted to me. Once Driven by Xuan Jing, it can be invulnerable to water and fire.”

"He ended up being burned like this. Who slapped him in the face like that?" Li Fubo asked He Lingchuan, "Is it a demon?"

He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows and said, "So Master Li also knows?"

"In a place like Shihuan City, news always has wings." Li Fubo smiled, "The demon puppet created by Dong Rui is truly worthy of its reputation. If this fire were to burn on an ordinary person, it would be instantly wiped out. When you see that demon puppet, Is it a demon?"

"It has a crow face, bat wings, a snake-like neck, and is very big. Does Master Li know what species this is?"

Li Fubo shook his head: "I'm curious too. This kind of real fire is very good for refining weapons."

Going off topic, he looked at Walnut Boat and said, "I'm good at forging weapons, not clever weapons. I'm not completely sure about this. Do you dare to let me try?" It also saved him from boredom on the way north.

"Of course." The walnut boat wasn't his anyway, so He Lingchuan agreed happily.

Li Fubo added: "By the way, I would like to ask, what other magical weapons are among Sun Fuping's relics?"

"Sun Fuping's?" He Lingchuan thought seriously, "My father was the one who collected the relics. I only know that there is a silk-wrapped heavenly net. Are there any other magical weapons in Songyang Mansion that have been lent to Sun Fuping?"

"There is a colorful bamboo tube with three seals stamped on the surface: gold, red, and purple. This is an old thing belonging to the previous Lord of Songyang Palace. Our Lord hopes to get it back."

"A sealed bamboo tube?" He Lingchuan nodded, "I will definitely ask my father when he comes back."

Li Fubo said seriously: "Thank you very much, boss!"

Because the supporting army would leave for the north at any time, Li Fubo and his two disciples simply opened a room in this inn and did not return to the sect.

This morning, the busiest person was He Yue.

Last night, both the He family and Ke Jihai were attacked on their way down the mountain from Lumingyuan. Ke Jihai took away the prisoners, and He Chunhua went to the palace to meet the saint overnight, which stirred up a thousand waves.

This morning, the dignitaries who received the news sent people to express their condolences to the general manager of Xiazhou and to get some information.

Mrs. Ying became very annoyed after receiving several guests, so she took the opportunity to sneak out and go shopping. Only He Yue stayed at the inn and worked hard without complaint.

He Lingchuan only regarded him as his idle young master and didn't care about all this mess. He retreated to his room after lunch and took the time to adjust his breathing and practice martial arts.

Last night's battle was short and thrilling. It was another kind of experience for him, and it was also a reminder:

Personal ability is fundamental and must be improved as soon as possible.

Compared with two or three months ago, He Lingchuan's cultivation has improved unknowingly, especially his body skills, eyesight, and spiritual consciousness, which are all incomparable to those before. The werewolf puppet was as fast as a phantom. In the past, He Lingchuan had been disemboweled as early as the first two encounters, and there was no way He Chunhua could finish reciting the silk-winding spell.

Regardless of whether there is Yuanli to help.

In the final analysis, one's own cultivation is the foundation, Yuanli is just a power amplifier.

If the strength gap between the two sides is too large, Yuanli will not play much role at all - just like He Chunhua in front of Sun Fuping.

That evening, He Chunhua came back from the capital and gathered the whole family for dinner to express his holy will.

Seeing his happy face, He Lingchuan knew that everything going well during his trip to the capital.

Sure enough, He Chunhua told his wife and children that the king announced that he had entered the palace, asked some details about the attack on Luming Garden, and then pointed to the sand plate and asked him about the strategy of defending the enemy on the northern border.

Others might be caught off guard by this. After all, they haven't gone there yet and haven't seen the situation in the north first-hand. But since He Chunhua was promoted to the general manager of Xiazhou, he paid attention to collecting frontline information, often deduced it with his staff, and now he had fluent answers.