Wen Chu's house is very simple, with a bed in the main house and sundries piled up in a small side room. When Father Wen was still alive, there was still some smoke and smoke in the house. After Father Wen died, it was... Even some of the popularity in the room was taken away.
The night wind poured in through the dilapidated doors and windows, Wen Chu's face showed a bit of worry, she asked: "Grandpa Zhao, is it possible that we can't save him?"
Doctor Zhao sighed. After a few breaths, he stopped sighing. He took the medicine box from her hand and replied: "If you don't save her, you will definitely not survive. Let's try to save her. Maybe you will survive." After that, he held the medicine box in his hand. Then there was action.
During this period, Wen Chu stood aside and helped Dr. Zhao, boiling water and changing rags. The two of them worked back and forth all night, until the white fish belly even appeared on the horizon, Dr. Zhao stopped. down.
Dr. Zhao was so tired that he slumped down on the chair. He gasped and said: "My life is saved for the time being, but I am so weak that I don't know if I can survive it. If I survive it, I don't know." In the past few days, after a month or two of cultivation, I will be almost healed.”
Wen Chu was exhausted after a long day. She sat on the edge of the bed, her face full of fatigue. She said, "I really bother Grandpa Zhao this time. I will give you the money for the medicine after I stay for a few days." ”
Doctor Zhao knows Wen Chu Life is not easy for people, he sighed and said: "I didn't rescue your grandfather, can I still accept the money from you today?"
Wen Chu wanted to refuse, but Dr. Zhao Already walking out the door, he gave instructions as he walked Said: "If the person wakes up, you should feed him some porridge. It won't work if the stomach is empty. Also, remember to come to Chunhui Hall to pick up medicine later. Be careful. Don't call your uncle or anyone in the medicine hall." The guy saw it.”
Doctor Zhao's son, Zhao Cheng, was in Chunhui Hall. Doctor Zhao's instructions were also because he was afraid that Wen Chu would be in trouble. If Zhao Cheng saw Wen Chu come and take the medicine in vain, he would have to go to Zhao Qing to tell him that he would need it again. There was a lot of quarrel and quarrel.
The morning wind made his eyes blurry. Looking at Dr. Zhao's leaving back, Wen Chu rubbed his sore eyes and turned back to the house.
She walked to the bed and saw Song Yusheng lying on the bed. There was still no trace of blood on his lips. When he closed his eyes, his eyelashes were even longer and thicker. His eyebrows were cold and not so thick when he closed his eyes. Feeling of alienation.
Wen Chu didn’t know if Song Yusheng could survive. If he calculated it with a hexagram, he might not be able to figure it out. But so what if he calculated it, if the hexagram said that he would not survive, would Wen Chu want to throw him out now and let him die?
Just like last night, no matter what if it was a serious crime, Song Yusheng still lay on his bed.
Now we can only do our best and obey fate.
Wen Chu didn't know when Song Yusheng would wake up, so she went to boil a pot of water again. When it was almost cool, she dipped some water into her hand and pressed it against his lips. Song Yusheng's lips were extremely dry. He thought that his body was extremely dehydrated. He was still unconscious and the water couldn't enter his stomach, so Wen Chu did this.
While Wen Chu was moistening her lips for Song Yusheng, she was worried about the money for Song Yusheng's medicine. Even if Dr. Zhao didn't want it, she couldn't really deny it. Moreover, even if the money for the medicine wasn't mentioned, Song Yusheng had to take it even if he left such blood. What to eat to replenish your body? You can't just eat some vegetables and leaves and drink some porridge every day.
There are places to spend money everywhere. When Wen Chu picked up people and went home last night, he was only thinking about the future, and did not care that he was in trouble now.
It’s difficult, it’s really difficult.
When Wen Chu was feeling worried, his fingers were unconsciously touching Song Yusheng's lips.
Song Yusheng opened his eyes at some point. He felt like he could hardly breathe all over his body. After a long time, his consciousness came back, and he realized that the woman's fingers in front of him were on his lips. Rubbing up and down.
He inevitably thought of what the little Taoist priest said to him. As soon as he woke up, he saw her fingers touching his mouth. It seemed that she really coveted his appearance.
Countless people in the world have praised Song Yusheng's appearance, but Song Yusheng has never taken it to heart, because when they praised his appearance, the reason was more because he came from a wealthy family and was the Duke of Dingguo. If he were just an ordinary person, how would anyone call him an immortal? Just like, he is in trouble in the wilderness, no one knows his identity, and who will save him.
In the beginning, human beings are inherently evil, and everything they do is driven by desires.
Song Yusheng felt that he had nothing to do in such a difficult situation, but the little Taoist still saved him and returned home.
Is what she wants really her face?
Song Yusheng wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, Wen Chuben's finger that was still on his lips suddenly penetrated into his mouth.
Both of them were stunned. Wen Chu came to her senses first. She hurriedly withdrew her finger. The touch was too obvious, and an unnatural blush appeared on Wen Chu's face. He hurriedly explained: "I just saw that your mouth was too dry, so I wanted to moisten it with some water. I didn't mean to be frivolous to you."
To touch someone's mouth while they were unconscious, It doesn't look normal no matter how you look at it.
Song Yusheng was born in the Dingguo Palace. The rules of the Song family were so strict that even Wen Chu had heard of them. The late grandfather of Song Yusheng was once the chief minister of this dynasty. He had disciples all over the world, who were either rich or noble. The current emperor came to the throne at a young age and had been educated by him for decades. Even if Emperor Linghui himself was at fault, Song's chief minister would always scold him. When Wen Chu was still in the palace, she often saw her father being scolded by his chief minister.
Song's first assistant was like this to Emperor Linghui, and he was even more ruthless at home. At the age of fourteen, Song Yusheng was already a role model for the children of the family. His every word and deed was praised by everyone, and his poems and poems were all recited. At that time, people evaluated Song Yusheng as being like his grandfather in the family. Later, Song Yusheng When he won the first prize at the age of twenty, the world's evaluation of him was naturally higher. Rules are the most important thing among aristocratic families, let alone people like Song Yusheng.
Her unruly actions would definitely make him unhappy.
Wen Chu has been away from the palace for six years, and has experienced a lot of dirty things during this period. He has long given up his face, but in front of people like Song Yusheng, he will eventually feel thin.
Even if he fell into such a situation, when he was injured and lying on the bed, he still looked like a noble prince who had fallen into the mortal world, which no one dared to treat with contempt.
Song Yusheng came to his senses. He was very unhappy with Wen Chu's action of poking his finger in his mouth, but his face didn't show it. He said: "It's okay, thank you." The Taoist priest saved me. If I can survive, I will definitely live up to the Taoist priest’s kindness in saving my life.”
This is the first time Song Yusheng has spoken since Wen Chu rescued Song Yusheng. Perhaps because he was injured and unconscious for a long time, his voice was very hoarse and low.
Hearing Song Yusheng said that he would repay her for saving his life, Wen Chudun felt that all the hardships were rewarded. She said that Song Yusheng was a good boy, and it was not in vain that she worked so hard to carry him home.
After receiving Song Yusheng's personal consent, Wen Chu was overjoyed, but still pretended to be reserved on his face: "If you save someone's life, you should do good deeds and accumulate good fortune for yourself."
See her like this , Song Yusheng disagreed, but didn't say any more. It would be okay if Wen Chu was asking for money. After he recovered from his injury, he would go home and give her a sum of money. If what she was asking for was really him, then I'm afraid it wouldn't be possible. As she wished.
Wen Chu sat on a low stool beside the bed and asked, "The doctor said your injury is fine. If you really can't survive it, where should I go to find your family?"
Although Wen Chu knew Song Yusheng's identity, if he really died, Wen Chu would not dare to send him back to the Song Mansion. People who didn't know could think that she had killed him, for fear that the Song family would look for her. hatred. Song Yusheng was like a hot potato, just smashed into her hands. Not only could he not die, but he also had to stay strong so that she could make a fortune.
There is no way, life is too hard, Wen Chu can only take the wrong approach.
Song Yusheng lowered his eyes and replied: "The Taoist priest can just call me Song Qi. I am a distant relative of Duke Dingguo in Kyoto. This time I wanted to go to the capital to join my clan, but I was tricked by the gangsters and ended up here. In this situation, if I really die, please go to the Song family to tell the Taoist priest, and someone will come to repay my favor then. If the Taoist priest doesn’t know where Duke Dingguo’s mansion is and goes to Kyoto, someone will tell him.”
Hearing Song Yusheng’s words, Wen Chu secretly cursed a liar. , she guessed that Song Yusheng would not tell the truth. It was really strange that he left Kyoto and ended up in Baishan Town.
But since he didn't say anything, Wen Chu didn't ask anymore. Knowing too much about these things would do her no good.
"Okay, that being the case, don't call me Taoist Master from now on. I just learned Taoism casually from my grandfather at home. I can't bear the name of Taoist Master. You can just call me Wen Chu."
Song Yusheng's face was already very pale. It was now the end of February, and the weather was still a little cold. The doors and windows were slapped by the cold wind outside, making noisy sounds.
Wen Chu stopped talking and stood up to cook porridge for Song Yusheng according to the doctor's instructions. There were holes all over his body that had been stabbed by swords, and it was inconvenient for him to get up, so he could only lie on the bed and let Wen Chu feed him.
After Wen Chu finished feeding him, he covered him with a quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt, and said, "I'll go out to do some things, and you wait at home."
Wen Ming still remembered what he promised Zhao Qing yesterday to tell her fortune.
Song Yusheng seemed to be thinking about something. He had no expression when hearing Wen Chu's words. He just looked at her and nodded.
Looking at Song Yusheng’s expression, Wen Chu thought he was feeling sad in his heart. After all, Wen Chu knew this feeling better than anyone when he was in trouble and fell from the clouds into the mortal world.
She just took a deep look at Song Yusheng, said nothing, changed into clean clothes and went out.
Song Yusheng stared in the direction Wen Chu left. He no longer concealed his emotions, and his deep pool-like eyes had no warmth at all.
If I read it correctly, was she pitying herself just now?
(End of this chapter)
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