An Chuxue was excited: "Good, good, good, let’s go, let’s go, I must teach that little bitch a lesson!"
However, Han Jing still lay there unmoving.
An Chuxue waited for a long ti, seeing no movent, and reached out to poke Han Jing: "Hey, why are you still lying there? Weren’t we going to beat soone up?"
"Yes, call Bo He over," Han Jing said lazily, squinting.
An Chuxue, not knowing what her plan was, quickly ran out to call Bo He in.
Bo He had been quite bored recently, to be precise, almost all the maids in Chenyu Pavilion were bored, except Mu Jin who was busy every day, the rest were almost dying of boredom.
So when Bo He saw the master’s order, she was almost so excited she wanted to hug her thigh: "Miss, whatever you need, just give the order!"
"You sneak into Prince Ling Mansion and bring Han Yan out, tell Dongbao to wait outside with the carriage, make sure no one sees, and take her to the Yao Xiang Pavilion," Han Jing instructed.
Bo He imdiately nodded: "Yes, Miss, this servant will go right away!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she was already gone.
An Chuxue said nervously: "Mirror, are you sure no one will see this in broad daylight?"
"Bo He’s greatest skill is Qinggong, Mu Jin’s is strength, and Dongbao is very familiar with the streets of the Capital City, so there will definitely be no problem." With Bo He’s ability, sneaking into Prince Ling Mansion and taking soone away is a piece of cake.
"Let’s go, we’ll just wait at Yao Xiang Pavilion." Han Jing sat up and asked An Chuxue: "By the way, why hasn’t Uncle Yun gone ho during this big New Year?"
An Chuxue shook her head: "I think Brother Yun seems to have sothing important to do. Every day, besides teaching so basics of Chinese dicine, he discusses with mostly about blood transfusion. Actually, it’s not difficult, the hard part is making the material for plastic soft tubes, and preserving the blood, there’s no cold storage here, so you can’t store blood. I don’t know why he has to learn this, those martial artists are all strong and healthy, even if they’re injured there’s dicine, I’ve seen it, his dicine is amazing, you really don’t need blood transfusion at all!"
An Chuxue was really puzzled about this, she could teach Yun Feng how to test blood types and then tell him which blood types can be mixed and which can’t, that’s simple. The hard part is that the dical materials here are really too simple, the gap of thousands of years is really hard to bridge, and she hasn’t found suitable materials to make infusion tubes to this day. So that’s the biggest problem, plus even if she found usable materials, there’s no way to store the blood. If that’s the case, the blood transfusion is really of no use, why is Yun Feng so persistent in learning this? An Chuxue just couldn’t figure it out.
Han Jing looked at An Chuxue and also shook her head: "Maybe he has soone to save? Since he hasn’t said, that person must be very important to him, maybe you should ask him if there’s nothing else to do, if it’s sothing you can solve, then he wouldn’t need to."
The two looked at each other and felt that this seed to be the only explanation.
Han Jing and An Chuxue tidied up a bit, asked Uncle Xu to prepare a carriage for them, and went to Yao Xiang Pavilion together.
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