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Ling Yuanyuan tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with memories and affection, a smile unconsciously spreading across her lips.
"Hey, Master Ling, are you going to untie me or what?"
Feng Yunge kicked her with the only foot he could move, a hint of urgency and dissatisfaction on his face as he shook his body vigorously.
"Hmph."
Ling Yuanyuan shot him a glare, her small face scrunching up in frustration. Her beautiful memories had been interrupted by him.
Feng Yunge stubbornly remained, claiming to be her savior and requesting Ling Qian to accept him as a disciple. Yet Ling Qian remained indifferent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, simply allowing him to stay until his sprain was fully healed.
Ling Qian nodded slightly before turning back to his tasks, his steps steady.
That night, the stars twinkled brightly in the sky.
Feng Yunge and Ling Yuanyuan stealthily climbed onto the roof, using both hands and feet with graceful movements. They sat side by side, with Ling Yuanyuan resting her chin on her hands, her brows slightly furrowed.
"How can I make Master like me?" Ling Yuanyuan asked, her voice filled with frustration as she sighed softly.
"Have you not noticed that there are other good men besides Ling Qian?" Feng Yunge asked tentatively, tilting his head as he looked at Ling Yuanyuan.
Ling Yuanyuan shook her head vigorously, denying it emphatically. "Master is the most handsome, the most charming, the smartest, and the most talented person in the world..." She continued to praise him endlessly.
"Stop, hold on, I've thought of a way."
Feng Yunge interrupted her, speaking in a low voice as he raised his hand to signal her to stop.
"What is it? Hurry up and tell me!" Ling Yuanyuan exclaimed, leaning forward with sparkling eyes.
"For a man like Ling Qian, who is so closed off, cough cough,"
Feng Yunge paused and cleared his throat. "You need to be a bit more proactive, but girls should also maintain some modesty, so drop him a hint. Your master loves traditional Chinese medicine, right? You could use that as an excuse to test the waters."
"A name from traditional medicine? That's not a bad idea!"
Ling Yuanyuan playfully punched him in the chest. Feng Yunge was caught off guard and tumbled down from the rooftop, shouting, "Ouch!"
"Master, can you give me two ounces of Dandelion? I want to mix it with my Motherwort and see if it can cure my heartache,"
Ling Yuanyuan stood beside Ling Qian, blushing as she cautiously asked, nervously tugging at the hem of her clothes, her eyes filled with a hint of shyness and anticipation.
Ling Qian looked up in confusion, his gaze probing as he studied her face before lowering his head again. After a moment of contemplation, he replied, "Dandelion mixed with two ounces of Child Ginseng."
"But Master, without Motherwort, should I add Heartbreak Lotus instead?" Ling Yuanyuan asked anxiously, her voice rising unconsciously as her eyes reflected her urgency.
"If you add Heartbreak Lotus, you could also include Worry-Free and Claoxylon indicum," Ling Qian said calmly and steadily, his expression serene.
"Why not the Hehuan?" Ling Yuanyuan said anxiously, her brows furrowing tighter as she stamped her foot.
"Because there's Child Ginseng inside!" Ling Qian replied, turning to walk out, his steps steady and his robes billowing behind him.
Ling Yuanyuan, feeling defeated, went to find Feng Yunge and repeated Ling Qian's words, her eyes filled with disappointment.
Feng Yunge jumped to her side with agility. "Oh come on, you said Dandelion pairs with Motherwort, a male and a female, but he insists that Dandelion should pair with Child Ginseng. It's clear he sees you as a child. And you mentioned the Heart-Piercing Lotus; you'll be heartbroken, yet he wants you to be Worry-Free. Claoxylon Indicum—it's better to let go."
Feng Yunge teased, a hint of mockery on her face.
"Hmph, easy for you to say." Ling Yuanyuan was already feeling sad, and he showed no understanding, turning her pain into a joke.
As she spoke, she ran outside, tears welling in her eyes. She felt heartbroken; she had always taken care of Ling Qian. How could he not understand her feelings? Had he finally revealed his intentions today? Did he still see her merely as a child or a disciple? She wiped her tears away as she ran.
Ling Yuanyuan reached the rockery in the backyard and sat down angrily, tearing at the willow branches with force. What Child Ginseng? She was already nineteen, well past the age for marriage.
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