Fragrance Returned

Ding Zhao, who was curled up on the couch and sleeping soundly, was awakened by the shouting. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw that the person on the bed was gone.

He was so frightened that he asked, "Dad, Dad, where have you been?"

Ding Zhao searched several rooms, but couldn't find it and ran outside again.

The two women living in the wing were also frightened and ran out to look for someone.

Xunxiang ran out wrapped in a long cotton-padded jacket, opened the courtyard door, and ran towards Zhuxuan.

When passing by Begonia Forest, I vaguely saw a person lying upside down in the snow.

The starlight shines through the branches covered with snowflakes, mottled on the man's body. He was wearing a thin jacket and trousers, his feet were bare, his head was knocked on a stone, and his blood had solidified.

It's grandpa.

Ding Xiang screamed and ran over, "Grandpa..."

Ding Zhao also ran over and hurriedly carried Ding Zhuang into Zhuxuan.

Ding Zhuang's body was frozen and solid, like a straight log, his face and lips were blue and white, and his previously red nose had no color at all. He was no longer breathing, and there was only a slight warmth in his chest.

Ding Zhao cried loudly, "Dad, Dad, why can't you think about it so hard..."

While crying, he rubbed Ding Zhuang's body with his hands and made a last-ditch effort.

But I knew in my heart that my father was dying.

Dong Ping and Zhang ran over when they heard the sound.

Mrs. Zhang also burst into tears.

Dong Ping touched Ding Zhuang's nose, shook his head, and shed tears.

At this time, Ding Xiang ran in, holding a tea cup in his hand.

"Dad, this is the magic medicine that Master Mingyuan gave me. Feed it to me quickly."

Ding Zhao thought that there was still a little residual heat in his father's chest, so he had to try any medicine.

He opened a slit in his father's mouth and fed a spoonful of medicine into it.

But Ding Zhuang couldn't vomit or swallow, and the medicine flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Ding Xiang held his ice-like face with her little hands and cried, "Master, are you willing to drink Xiangxiang? You couldn't bear it. You just went to find me. Be good and open your mouth. This is the magic medicine given by Master Mingyuan. You You can come back to life if you drink it...

"Master, if you leave, what will happen to Xiangxiang? Xiangxiang will be pitiful and doesn't want to live anymore. I'll go find milk with you..."

A miracle happened. Ding Zhuang's mouth suddenly moved and spit out two ambiguous words, "Xiangxiang."

Ding Zhao quickly took a spoon and fed him medicine, his hands trembling with excitement.

His strong throat moved and he swallowed.

Ding Xiang said happily, "I've fed them all, so I can't waste any of them."

Ding Zhao finished spoonful by spoonful of the lavender decoction in the small cup.

Everyone looked at Ding Zhuang, not daring to express their nervousness.

Gradually, his face turned from pale to bloody, and the wound on his forehead began to bleed.

Ding Zhao then bandaged his wounds with cotton cloth and asked someone to bring warm water to wipe his face, hands and feet.

After more than a quarter of an hour, Ding Zhuang opened his eyes and asked, "What are you all doing around me?"

Ding Zhao burst into tears of joy and cried loudly, "Dad..."

Ding Zhuang cursed feebly, "I'm not dead, why are you crying? Ouch, why is it so cold?"

Dong Ping wiped away his tears and said with a smile, "Grandpa, you walked away from the gate of hell for a while, and Xiangxiang called you back again."

The old man was still confused, "Who are you, a young boy, why did you come to my house in the middle of the night? Go home, go home." His eyes turned to Xunxiang again, "Xiangxiang, hehe, I just dreamed about your milk and you, you My breasts look so similar to yours, Jun..."

Xunxiang gave her grandfather the sweetest smile, turned around and said, "Hurry up and call the doctor, my illness still needs to be treated."

Dong Ping and Li Maigao ran out, one to call for the imperial doctor who was farther away, and the other to call for the doctor who was closer.

Ding Zhuang was half asleep and half awake again.

Only then did Ding Zhao notice that Ding Xiang was only wearing a middle coat and trousers under his big cotton-padded jacket, and said anxiously, "Xiangxiang, go back quickly, don't catch a cold. The doctor will be here in a while, and I still have to wipe your body. Don't worry, I promise not to blink." Look at him."

Aunt Wei was waiting for these words, then stepped forward to wrap Ding Xiang in a thin mattress and carry her back to Zixuan.

Ding Xiang was shivering all over from the cold, and her upper and lower teeth were chattering. After getting into bed, Ling'er brought two Yubaozi to warm her body.

"I'm making ginger syrup, sister, drink it before going to bed."

Xunxiang smiled with her eyes closed, laughing and crying again.

Grandpa must have come looking for me because he was not clear-headed. He slipped and knocked his head and fainted from the cold.

He couldn't let go of himself, so he told himself a dream to say goodbye before he died.

Fortunately, I have the magic medicine.

If grandpa is gone, how will she live...

Fortunately, grandpa is not yet sixty years old and can take that kind of medicine.

Fortunately, the hyacinth ginseng cannot come into contact with sugar and will melt as soon as it is put into the sugar water. There is no need to waste time chopping or boiling it, it can be given to him to drink immediately.

Calabash ginseng is really a magic medicine that can bring the dead back to life, and it brought back the grandfather who had one foot in the door of hell.

I have nine left, which can save nine lives after the age of ten and before the age of sixty. It would be great if Mr. Xun was under sixty. Give him one.

Although Xunxiang has never met him, she is full of respect for him.

Afraid of causing trouble to Master Mingyuan, Xunxiang didn't dare to say the words "resurrection from the dead" just now. It is a miracle medicine, but it cannot cure all diseases...

Is this the great calamity that Master Mingyuan talked about?

In the eyes of monks, "crazy thoughts" are also "greedy thoughts."

I misunderstood, thinking he was referring to simple worldly "greed".

If this calamity is coming, it should be over.

The master had given instructions to grandpa before that he would live a long life.

While Xun Xiang was turning around, Nanny Wei brought over a large bowl of ginger syrup.

"Sister, drink it while it's hot to make you sweat more."

Ding Xiang broke into a sweat after drinking it, and the room was filled with an intoxicating aroma.

Nanny Wei and Ling'er sniffed and finally understood the origin of Sister's fragrance.

Before, they had felt that their sister's physique was unusual. It turned out that her sister was born in such a home...

Mrs. Zhang brought another bowl in and said, "Xiangxiang, I have used the last bit of Ganoderma lucidum. You and your father each drink half a bowl to avoid getting sick. There is some left for your father to drink."

Xunxiang drank it all in one breath, then lay down and hugged Ms. Zhang, with her little head pressed against her body.

Mrs. Zhang smiled and said, "How about acting coquettishly with Mom? Okay, Mom will stay with you and sleep well."

She wrapped Xun Xiang's little body in a quilt, patted her back, and hummed the lullaby that her daughter had used to coax her when she was a child.

In the familiar embrace and smell, Xunxiang fell into sleep again.

Ms. Zhang stood up and blew out the candles, then walked out quietly.

Feifei was happy and anxious, thinking that the little master must have seen that he was angry, so he let it smell the fragrance.

But these people always hang around the little master, which is annoying to death.

Finally, when they were all gone, it used its long pointed beak to open a gap in the little master's quilt and squeezed its whole body in.

A dazed Xunxiang hugged Feifei tightly and muttered, "Thank you."

"Cuckoo."

The next morning, Ding Xiang ran to Zhuxuan as soon as she put on her clothes.

The sky was already bright, and the rising sun illuminated the snow on the house and the ground red.

Ding Zhao was guarding Ding Zhuang's bedside.

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