"What's this?"
"Mulberry leaves."
"what about this?"
“Kuwae.”
"Then this..."
"Santos."
"They are all named Sang. Is it really useful?"
"Not all of them, this is Guizhi, this is Xu Changqing, this is pine knot, this is..."
"Stop, stop, keep telling me the recipe."
"It doesn't matter. You can find the medicinal materials and brew them yourself, which will save me money."
"Cheapskate."
Huang Rong made a face, stopped asking questions, and happily stretched out her hand to stir in the barrel.
She pestered Wang Yuyan all day long, and she actually pointed out a lot of martial arts issues.
But as for how to enhance martial arts, I didn't get the answer I wanted.
She planned to persevere and keep working hard, but after dinner, Zhao Yan sent someone to look for her, and then led her to this room.
There was a large bathtub in the room, and the scalding hot water had just been poured out, emitting gray-brown smoke.
According to this creep...
This is the unique medicated bath soup of Prince Qi’s Mansion.
Of course, it's not for drinking, but for soaking.
It is composed of more than ten traditional Chinese medicines, including many common ones, but the core ones are extremely rare and precious medicinal materials on the market.
It is said that after taking a bath, medicine can be introduced into the meridians.
In addition to strengthening the muscles and bones, replenishing qi and spleen, it can also promote blood circulation and guide qi, so that the body can achieve the effect of practicing with half the effort several times in a short period of time.
But don’t soak it too much. After three times, the effect will be greatly reduced.
"People who practice martial arts are prone to yin evil entering the body without realizing it. Over time, they will suffer from qi stagnation and blood stasis."
"Especially women, who have a cold nature, should pay more attention to this."
"That's why there are so few female heroes with strong martial arts skills in the world. This is one of the reasons."
Slowly sliding the medicinal materials in his hand down his forearm, Zhao Yan continued to explain the reason for letting Huang Rong take a medicinal bath.
"Many people lack the process of eliminating evil spirits before they reach adulthood, so no matter how talented they are, they will never be able to achieve extraordinary results."
"Except for some lucky people who are born with strong yang energy, but yin evil and yin energy are different concepts. I will explain it to you slowly when I have time in the future."
I don't know if Huang Rong heard it, but she looked at Zhao Yan personally throwing various medicinal materials into the barrel with his own hands, and her face was inexplicably flushed.
I couldn't tell whether it was because of the heat, or because I thought of something shameful.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Yan threw the last medicinal ingredient into the water, and he was finally done.
He turned around and warned:
"Leave it for a quarter of an hour. After the water temperature goes down, go in and soak for two quarters of an hour, then do some exercise for half an hour before going to bed."
"You may feel a little sour and smelly after soaking. There is clean water over there, so you can wash it yourself."
After listening to his instructions, Huang Rong's face became even more rosy, and she growled anxiously:
"You are the one who stinks! I won't stink!"
"hehe…"
Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes and put on an expression like "I knew you would say that."
"Everyone who has taken this medicinal bath has thought so..."
"Ah, get out quickly!"
Seeing this annoying expression, Huang Rong pushed him out impatiently and closed the door hard.
"Then I'm leaving. Pay attention to the time. Remember, two quarters of an hour! Don't time it out!"
"I know, I know!"
Huang Rong leaned against the wooden door in shame. When the footsteps outside faded away, she trotted to the barrel again with a blushing face.
"Medicinal bath, it's not like my dad has never bathed me before, so he doesn't believe in evil spirits. It must be nonsense!"
She said she was stubborn, but actually she was feeling stubborn in her heart.
What if you really get a sour and smelly version of yourself?
But seeing the steaming bath water and thinking that it might really enhance her skills, she was unwilling to do so.
The hourglass on the table nearby dripped fine sand at a slow speed, marking the passage of time little by little.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Huang Rong made up her mind.
"Let it stink! As long as you can become a master!"
"Well, it was all worth it!"
She nodded solemnly and began to take off her clothes and belt boldly.
After a while, Huang Rong slowly raised her right foot and put it into the water.
The water is slightly warmer, making it feel extra warm.
In such weather, it is so comfortable to take a nice hot bath.
Then, she placed her entire body in the bath, and a wonderful numbing feeling was immediately transmitted to every nerve in her body.
Huang Rong let out a kitten-like moan with an expression of great enjoyment.
"It's so comfortable..."
At this moment, she wished she could stay in the water for the rest of her life and never come out.
This wonderful taste made her feel like she was in heaven...
So much so that I forgot to count the time.
For a novice like Huang Rong, the critical time of "two quarters of an hour" had no idea what the consequences of "timeout" meant.
The medicinal power of the medicinal bath is extremely powerful, but it enters the body in a milder way under Zhao Yan's preparation.
According to his estimate of Huang Rong's body, two quarters of an hour is exactly the critical point.
Sufficient soaking can achieve the maximum effect.
But if you soak it too much, it can cause stagnant Qi and damage the meridians at the mildest level, or completely destroy the meridians and render martial arts useless.
It's not that Zhao Yan doesn't want to remind her, but he is also an experienced person.
Judging from the past experiences of people taking medicinal baths, no one who takes a medicinal bath for the first time can resist the ultimate comfort of a fairyland.
So not long after he left, he took Banhe and gently returned to the door.
At first there was a slight moan in the room, but it soon became very quiet.
Zhao Yan carefully estimated the time, and when it was approaching, he knocked on the door and shouted:
"Xiao Huang, are you ready to soak?"
There was no answer in the room.
But this is the first answer.
"Go in and carry her out."
"Yes, Master."
Banhe responded and pushed the door open.
Wherever she looked, Huang Rong tilted her head and fell asleep.
"Sure enough, no one can resist..."
Thinking of how embarrassed he had been, Banhe didn't feel like laughing at Huang Rong.
She grabbed the coat on the hanger with one hand, and picked up the Huang Rong in the bucket with the other hand.
As soon as the coat was rolled up, he tucked it under his arm and walked out.
"Uh... why don't you wash her?"
When passing by the door, Zhao Yan asked in surprise.
"Why do you want to help her bathe? Master has never asked Banhe to bathe you."
"...This is different. She has just taken a medicated bath and the cold poison has been expelled from her body, so she still smells a little bit."
He regretted why he called Banhe.
Talking to her about serving people is like playing the piano to a cow.
If Mingyan were here, she would definitely be considerate!
"I don't want to. Wait until she wakes up and then wash it by yourself."
Banhe shook his head and turned around to send Huang Rong back to her room.
"Then you remember to channel her Qi for three weeks."
This step must not be forgotten, otherwise the effect of this bath will be greatly reduced.
"clear."
Fortunately, Banhe knows the general picture and is very serious about important things.
