When Zhu Yu woke up the next morning, Lu Qing had already finished practicing his sword and returned. Seeing Zhu Yu sitting there somewhat dazed, he walked over and picked up a small porcelain bottle from the table, handing it to Zhu Yu: "The fruit brew has a strong kick. This will make you feel better."
Zhu Yu took the porcelain bottle, poured out a pill from inside, and drank it with the warm water Lu Qing handed to her mouth.
As the pill entered her mouth, it had a cooling sensation, and swallowing it with water carried that coolness down her throat into her stomach, alleviating much of the slight hangover discomfort.
She played with the small porcelain bottle in her hand. It was pure white and shaped like a little gourd, about palm-sized, and it was clear whose it was.
Among the people she knew, besides Yan Daoxin, who would have so many gourd bottles of various materials and sizes!
