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Hong Fang Xu?
A flicker of thought crossed Lu Tong's mind.
She had followed Lady Yun for many years and had heard of most medicinal herbs, but she had never heard of the name "Hong Fang Xu".
"The Hong Fang Xu is precious," Zhu Mao said with a benevolent expression, his smile beaming, yet his tone could not hide a hint of condescension, "He Xiu will pick it with you. Be careful not to damage the petals while picking. Each Hong Fang Xu plant produces one flower, and all are recorded in the garden. If any are missing, even selling you would not cover the loss."
After speaking, the man extended his thick palm and surreptitiously stroked Lu Tong's shoulder a few times before leaving with a smile.
A lingering slimy touch seemed to remain on her shoulder. Lu Tong looked up and saw the woman who had given her the burlap, the one who had slept on the wooden bed beside her, standing not far ahead, beckoning her shyly.
