Death Spell

Chapter 157

After five days of recuperation, Tang Song's body gradually recovered. Since there is no modern high-definition mirror in Xiaoyao Valley, there is an antique bronze mirror. Tang Song did not find the red line between her eyebrows.

However, her feeling in Anya's eyes was changing little by little, so subtle that she couldn't tell what was different.

Today, he even took out a list full of herbs and handed it to Anya, asking her to buy it from outside.

Anya looked at so many kinds of medicinal materials, and worried: "You are a doctor, you want these medicinal materials, but you feel unwell?"

"Look carefully, what kind of medicinal materials are these that I want you to buy?" Tang Song smiled and shook his head, "I want to put these medicinal herbs into my diet and to regulate my body. Don't you Also proficient in some medical principles, how can I deceive you, huh?"

Anya read the list at a glance, pursed her lips, and felt a little relieved.In her eyes, Tang and Song Dynasties are as good as anyone in the world in terms of medical skills, and they are even better at physical conditioning than herself.

"Then you wait here, I'll go and buy them all today." An Ya said, looking at the bamboo house on the other side, "There are also a lot of medicinal materials stored there, see if you can use them."

"I see." Tang Song came to Anya, raised his hand to help her button up her coat, and smiled faintly: "Go early and come back early, I'll make some snacks for you."

Anya stared at Tang Song in a daze before answering, "Okay."

It wasn't until evening that Anya came back with packs of medicinal materials. Before returning to the room, she smelled a strong fragrance of pear blossoms.

She first put the medicinal materials she bought in the bamboo house dedicated to storing medicinal materials, and when she opened the door, she found that the place seemed to have been tidied up, not only very clean, but also very organized.Hearing movement behind him, Tang Song looked at the sound, his long hair fell naturally, dressed in plain white clothes, with a plate in his hand, and walked towards her with a smile on his lips.

"I figured you would come back at this time, but I guessed it right." Tang Song didn't enter the room, but put the plate in his hand on the bamboo table outside, "I made pear flower soup, Try it."

Many times now, it is An Ya who cooks food for Tang and Song. I almost forget that the woman in front of me has made food that is even more unforgettable. Not to mention the medicinal food, she can still wish for the appearance of the food itself.Seeing Tang Song's confident face now, Anya walked over curiously, uncovered the bowl on the plate, and saw white petals floating in the blue and white porcelain bowl, which was transparent and bright, and the rich pear fragrance wafted along with it.

She knew that these pear blossoms had been cooked, but she didn't know what method Tang and Song used to keep the pear blossom petals so fresh.On the other side of the tray, there is another delicate-looking plate of pear flower cake that looks like snow-white.

Anya stretched out her hand to pick up a piece of pear flower cake, put it in her mouth, savored the elegant and sweet taste that melted in the mouth, turned to look, only to see Tang Song returned to the bamboo house, through the bamboo window, saw her brows slightly closed, Open those herbs one by one, hold them up to the tip of the nose, smell them, and then classify them.

The serious expression of the woman, standing among the herbs again, fell into Anya's eyes, and there was an indescribable feeling.Chewing carefully in his mouth, tasting the delicious pear cake, but his eyes are full of the expressions of every moment of Tang and Song Dynasties.

Since the modern times are not as good as the ancient ones, western medicines are mainly used nowadays. Even if Anya buys good Chinese herbal medicines, in the eyes of Tang and Song Dynasties, they are far from meeting her requirements.

"What's wrong with these herbs?" Anya put down half of the pear cake and walked over to ask.

Tang Song stared at the packs of herbal medicines in front of him, and said helplessly: "Now there are western medicines and western medicines everywhere. Even many traditional Chinese medicines are mass-produced. It is normal for them to fail if they are not taken seriously."

"Then these, don't you need them?"

"How can it be wasted?" Tang Song smiled slightly, "Every bag here is mixed with good and good, I just pick it out slowly, even if it is bad, it is still medicine, it will always be useful."

Before Anya could respond, Tang Song raised his eyebrows to look at her: "How is it, is the pear blossom soup delicious?"

Anya heard Tang Song's question, looked back, shook her head, and said with a smile, "I just ate the cake, and I haven't had the soup yet. Have you eaten?"

"How could the chef starve himself? My real dinner is still in the kitchen." Tang Song said, lowering his eyebrows, putting the herbs she picked out in a paper bag, and looking at Anya: "You eat here first Cake and soup, just wait for me."

"You don't need my help?"

There was an elusive smile on Tang Song's lips: "No need."

Anya: "..."

No matter how many things happened outside, inside Happy Valley, there was always silence.

There was a faint scent of medicine everywhere. Anya was leaning on the bench, her long hair was hanging straight down, and her hair fluttered in the wind. She was wearing a blue gown, against the hazy mist in the hot spring pool, giving people a feeling that she couldn't see clearly.Holding the pear blossom wine in her hand, she looked up at the crescent moon. There was a plate of pear blossom cake and the pear blossom soup that she had already eaten, which was very pleasant.

But her eyes were slightly dark, and she always felt that the expressions of Tang and Song in the past few days made her more and more incomprehensible. With a light sigh, she put down the wine pot, unloaded the flute from her waist, and held it in her mouth.

There is white smoke in the kitchen, candles are burning high, and meals full of medicinal fragrance are being cooked on the stove. Tang and Song Dynasty stand under the warm yellow candlelight, holding a scroll in one hand, and carefully classify the dishes on the table according to the records in the book. Good herbs are poured into the cooking container one by one.

Counting the time, one point is not much, and one point is not much.

When I was frowning and thinking, there was a melodious flute sound outside, which was melodious and clear, which made people feel smooth.

Tang Song put down the scroll in his hands and listened quietly to the quiet flute sound that came with the wind. At first, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, until the end of the song, his eyebrows sank slightly.

It is said that music can convey people's minds, and Tang and Song could hear a trace of uneasiness from Anya's flute.

And this uneasiness, Tang Song knew it in his heart.

Listening to the music, the time passed quickly, and when she looked again, it was just the right time to cook the medicinal meal.Pour the cooked medicinal food into a celadon bowl placed aside, and carry it outside.

Tang Song looked at the figure under the pear tree, hidden in the thin moonlight.

"elegant……"

Anya, who heard the sound, turned around and stepped lightly, jumped to the opposite side of the hot spring pool, landed lightly in front of Tang Song, took the medicinal food in her hand, and said with a smile: "Thank you."

"There is still a plate of kidney bean rolls in the kitchen, wait for me to get it."

"it is good."

During dinner time, the two ate quietly, with only simple eye contact. Every time they looked at each other and every time they smiled, there were too many words.

Until Tang Song put down the bamboo chopsticks, Anya also put down the chopsticks and said, "Didn't I tell you yesterday that Sang Xie and Wen Yao were coming? When I went to buy medicine today, Sang Xie called and said that Wen Yao wanted to experience the local culture at the foot of the mountain." Customs and customs, they will come back tomorrow morning."

"So fast?" Tang Song said, seeing Anya's hesitant eyes, he explained: "She has such a fun-loving personality, and it's definitely not enough to experience it for a day."

"That girl isn't fun, but she can tell the difference." Anya said, while putting away the bowls and chopsticks, she raised her eyebrows and saw that Tang Song looked a little tired, and said, "Are you tired? How about going to rest first?"

She didn't tell Tang Song all about what happened in S City recently.The main reason is that her body has been relatively weak and lethargic.When she was awake, she focused on what happened in the old house, and those eight words were finally taken away by those people.

Today's spiritual head is really rare these days.

"Well, I'm a little tired." Tang Song straightened up, came to Anya's side, and said softly, "Don't be too late, I'll wait for you."

Anya: "..."

It was very late when Anya finished packing up.She returned to the room softly, saw the sleeping figure lying on the side on the couch, and smiled slightly.

Turning around and closing the door, I could smell a pleasant fragrance of flowers permeating the room.

Anya knew that in order to get rid of the smell of traditional Chinese medicine on her body, Tang and Song would light some floral fragrances.This habit, as well as this smell, she had smelled from both Qin Yuan and Ruan Pingyu.

While she was thinking, Tang Song turned over, and under the faint light, Anya noticed that the red line between Tang Song's eyebrows was a little thicker, like an elongated oval.

I wanted to raise my hand to caress it, but before my fingertips reached it, Tang Song opened his dark eyes, and Anya immediately retracted it.

"It bothered you?"

"I just rested my mind for a while." Tang Song raised his hand between his brows and touched it: "Is there anything here?"

"...No, I just want to help you with your broken hair."

Tang Song propped himself up, looked at Anya at a level, raised his hand expressionlessly, and covered her cold cheek, his fingertips quietly inserted into the soft hair around the woman's ear, and gently wrapped around it.

Anya looked startled, grabbed Tang Song's hand, "...Tang Song?"

Tang Song looked at her, rippling in his dark eyes, curling the corners of his lips, without saying a word, he leaned over to embrace her, and the next moment, his lips touched.

Following Tang Song's movements, Anya was gradually immersed in it, and could only stretch out her arms and embrace her in her arms.

After kissing for a long time, Tang Song left gracefully, panting lightly, seeing Anya opened her eyes blankly, but Tang Song's mouth held an unpredictable smile.

Anya saw the woman looking down at her from a high position in front of her. Her eyes were full of affection, and her black and smooth hair slipped down with her movements, sweeping across Anya's cheeks, causing a burst of itching.Feeling the woman's fingertips slipping past, touching the belt around her waist, she raised her hand to hold it down.

"... Tang and Song Dynasties."

"Ya, I want you."

"..."

In Anya's eyes, everything about her belongs to Tang and Song.

If she wants, she can even give her life.

It turns out that this kind of willingness has already penetrated into Anya's bone marrow, and even the most ruthless years cannot be taken away or erased.

No matter what happens in the future, as long as she is here, just let her go, let her stay.

The clothes of each other were unbuttoned, and they slid down the sides like a flower in the epiphyllum, and leaned over to fit them together without any gaps.

Anya felt the * in her body, and it was easily thrown up by Tang Song's fingertips. It seemed that her empty body couldn't be filled no matter what.

I just felt that this night was too short.

* After being completely vented, Tang Song knew that Anya would always have a short rest, plus the smell of mandala pollen that filled the room and was covered by her and the pear blossom soup in Anya's body, she would be lethargic for at least four or five hours.

Four or five hours is enough.

Tang Song breathed calmly, raised his hand to wipe off the fine sweat on his forehead, and put on the white shirt beside him.He leaned over and kissed Anya's cold forehead.

"Ya... these days, it's not that I'm so sleepy because of my lack of health, it's because I have to sleep." Tang Song frowned tightly, with ripples in his eyes, "It's not that you will come back, it's I……"

A tear fell.

"...It's my blood towards you, and I can't restrain myself more and more."

The corners of Tang Song's lips trembled slightly, and he raised his head slightly, but tears fell uncontrollably.

"In my dream, I dream every time that I kill you. In the same scene, in the snow, falling off a cliff, and then your blood is all over the ground. I can't control myself at all..."

Tang Song calmed down and used her breath to calm the unbearable pain. She knew that medicine and acupuncture could only suppress, not eradicate.

It seems that if you stay here for a while, you will completely lose yourself.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't diagnose it. I don't want to hurt you. How about I go find you after I find a way?"

"...how are you?"