In the late night of cold snow, pavilions, pavilions, pavilions, green plum mud stoves, sitting opposite each other and drinking tea, naturally revealing elegance and extraordinaryness.

In the past few days, Anhua had many imaginations about the countless living ladies. At this time, he looked at the scene above the snow lake and felt that this was the case.

At this time, the young man in the snow pavilion raised the wine in his hand and drank a slight sip.

The night wind was lightly delivered, lifting the curtain, and also bringing the smell of the cup. People's expressions were slightly different because they smelled that it was not tea, but wine. Drinking on snowy nights was also a matter of elegant things. An Hua thought in his heart, saluting respectfully at Xiaoting. When he raised his head and was about to speak, he found that the young man was missing.

The girl in black also left the table and came to the railing.

Her eyes fell on the lake shore, as if she was looking at Anhua and her group, and as if she was looking at a farther place. In the glimmer of the snowy night and the mist of the lake, the girl's face was clearer, but it was even more blurry, and her childishness was still there but she was dazzling, like a dream, like a mountain ghost elves.

In such a deserted mountain, on a cold snowy night, when you encounter such a beautiful garden and such a cold and lonely girl, no one can think of some legends. Even An Hua grew up in the Thirteenth Department of Qinghuo since childhood, and his heart was clear and clear, he couldn't help but feel a moment of trance, and even felt a little inexplicable fear.

But she would not leave because the young formation master was still lying on a stretcher and was about to die at any time.

Others won't leave because they haven't got what they want.

"Let's go over first." The general frowned.

Of course, this journey of seeking medical treatment and medicine will not go too smoothly, because it is obvious that the owner of the cinnabar pill is unwilling to be discovered by others.

The team from Songshan Military Mansion stepped onto the wooden bridge on the lake, and the sound of messy footsteps broke the silence here.

The girl in black seemed to be unaware of anything, looking at somewhere in the night sky, with no emotion on her beautiful and cold face.

With the dim starlight and lights, Anhua noticed that there were many tiny bubbles rolling in the lake water under the bridge. After it burst, it condensed into a mist that filled the lake surface. The mist was full of wetness and warmth. It was obvious that this lake water should be formed by hot springs, and there might even be cracks in the depths of the lake bottom.

<>Everyone entered the pavilion, but the girl in black still did not turn around and looked out the railing, as if these uninvited guests did not disturb her drinking on the snowy night.

Or maybe, there is no such person in her eyes, even if these people have come to her.

An Hua looked at her and was about to salute again. Suddenly he smelled a smell. He subconsciously looked at the mud stove, his body shook slightly, and his face showed an unbelievable expression.

The mud stove is very delicate, but it doesn't seem abrupt when it is placed on the table. There is a mud bowl on the stove, and the bowl is simmering, just like these lakes outside the pavilion.

The wine is in the small pot of Diaomei, and it is allowed to be brewed by the wind, snow and cold, so this is not warming wine or cooking tea, but stewing meat.

A bowl of braised lamb was stewed on the mud stove.

Compared with the scene of cooking tea on a snowy night, this is certainly less elegant, but it does not shock Anwar so much.

The reason why she was shocked and even couldn't help but feel heartache on her face now was because she could smell it very clearly that there were many medicinal herbs in this bowl of braised lamb.

Angelica, wolfberry, lilac, fairy grass, epimedium...

In this bowl of mutton, she smelled some medicinal herbs, and those were the smells she had smelled on some kind of elixir.

Mr. Yang, the new medical officer at the Holy Medical Center, looked very ugly now.

Because his true identity is Mr. Yang, a sacrificial shop in the Tang family from Wenshui City, he once personally decomposed that kind of elixir.

He was very convinced that the pot of mutton stewed on the stove was mixed with thirty-four medicinal materials, which were the medicinal materials that constituted cinnabar pill! He looked at the girl in black next to the railing again, his eyes narrowed, as sharp as a cold knife, with deep hostility and anger, just like the sentence that seeped through his teeth.

"What a luxurious style!"

In such a deserted and deep mountain, in the cold winter, there is such a beautiful garden, pavilions, towers and pavilions. The owner's house is naturally extraordinary, not an ordinary rich family.

But all of this is not as shock as this bowl of braised lamb.

"What's wrong?" The general noticed that the two of them had different expressions and asked in a deep voice.

Before Anhua could do anything, Mr. Yang grabbed the table, picked up the chopsticks and flipped over the remaining braised lamb in the bowl, then poured a glass of wine and put it on his nose and sniffed it.

Just after sniffing, Mr. Yang's face turned red, just like the color of the mutton in the bowl.

It wasn't because he was drunk, but because he was angry. His body kept trembling. The wine in the glass was poured out, just like the next question with anger.

"It's a waste of resources! This is something used to save lives. You actually use it to stew meat and make wine!"

Only then did people understand and couldn't help but be shocked. The general's face became even more depressed. Someone stared at the mutton and wine pot on the table, and his eyes began to shine.

Anhua has woken up from shock and still feels heartbroken, but more disappointed and sad.

After knowing Cinnabar Pill, she had too many speculations about the mysterious medical doctor. She always felt that she must be a paradise who ignored fame and fortune, but... the extremely precious medicine that can keep the soldiers on the front line away from death and pain. For that person, is it so unwilling to care about? Cinnabar Pill was not a miracle he worked hard to save the people, but just a game he played in this world? He was just like a child, playing with wine, but the people watching the side were serious... Isn't that the world's cherishment of Cinnabar Pill and the admiration of people like himself for him, in his eyes, particularly ridiculous?

Well, even if this is just a game for the other party, it is still related to life and death for ordinary people living in the mortal world. An Hua sighed helplessly in his heart, covered up the sadness, and asked the girl in black: "May I ask, are you the owner of the cinnabar pill?"

The girl in black turned around but did not answer her question, but looked at Mr. Yang. After Mr. Yang found that the bowl of mutton and the pot of wine were very likely to contain cinnabar elixir, his emotions were completely occupied by the two feelings of anger and absurdity, and he did not notice that she looked over.

No one can see the emotions of the girl in black. Her tender and beautiful face never has any expression, just like eternal ice. Her voice is also cold, but the meaning of it is completely different from that of ice and snow. It is full of passion and even a bit violent, and of course it is still extremely absurd.

"Your dirty hand dares to touch my sacred and inviolable wine and meat...this is something to be praised."

Everyone, including Anhua, was stunned and didn't understand what this meant. Mr. Yang finally woke up and looked over in shock.

The girl in black had very bright eyes and said, "I haven't eaten human flesh for a long time. Thank you for giving me such a perfect reason."

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