Chapter 4 Substituting one thing for another The official returns to the city 4
"how?"
Chu Shou took the thin blanket from Qingfeng, covered his legs, and asked casually.
"The princess' medicine was delivered in time. The young master is much better after taking the medicine."
Across the car curtain, Qing Feng's words were neither light nor serious, neither painful nor itchy, and seemed to have no emotion.
Chu Shou responded and was quiet for a while. The only sound left was the rumble of wheels rolling on the bluestone. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he stood up and squatted in front of the car door. He knocked softly and said: "Little guard, you are very kind to me."
Okay, I promise you, when I return to Kyoto, I will help him... help your young master get a good medical treatment."
"Although my medical skills are not as exquisite as those of my junior brother, I am very good at prescribing the right medicine. I guarantee... I guarantee that the medicine will cure the disease."
Make sure your son learns to walk alone...
"My master is the famous Miaochun doctor...
Chu Shou suddenly remembered what he said three years ago about sealing the box and not treating the patient. He slid down incomprehensibly, leaned against the soft cushions on the seat, and said in a muffled voice:
"Although I said three years ago that I would seal the case and not diagnose him, your young master is also my last patient. Well, this is not an exception."
"Did you hear that, little guard?"
Seeing no one answered, Chu Shou opened the curtain. Qing Feng only nodded slightly and kept driving the horse in his hands.
Chu Shou hesitated to speak, gently lowered the curtain, hugged his knees, and looked at the small window open on the side of the carriage. The gauze curtain was stirring in the wind, and the only sounds left on the quiet street were the clatter of horse hooves and the whistling sound.
The sound of the wind.
Chu Shou was fascinated by the sight. He stretched out his hand unexpectedly to touch the stirring wind. His eyes moved down to see the protruding wrist bones. A beam of light suddenly penetrated through it. It stung for a moment. Then he withdrew his hand and rubbed it.
Rub, I feel a little sleepy...
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Chu Shou fell into a deep sleep. The horse was still running hard. Occasionally, the driver's urging voice was heard. She walked and stopped, and she seemed to be in a daze. It was not until noon that she heard the noise outside.
Only then did Chu Shou completely come back to reality.
She moved her sleeping legs, but even a small tug did not stop her for a long time. She cried out in pain: "Wow - what are you doing?"
After pinching and hammering, it seemed to have slowed down. Someone outside the carriage heard the noise. Qingfeng jumped down from the rock on the side, knocked on the carriage, and said: "Princess, come down and rest."
Chu Shou got up, responded, tidied himself up, and bent down to get out of the carriage. When he stepped on the carriage and looked around, he found that they had entered a bamboo forest, surrounded by green bamboos and fragrant bamboos. In front of them was a quiet river, crystal clear to the bottom.
, gurgling and flowing, like the ringing of copper bells, and like jade inlaid with ribbons, but the weather is gloomy, with no rain or wind, and it is quite cool.
"ah--"
I stretched my waist for a long time. My waist was a little sore from sitting in the carriage, so I turned my waist and hips.
Seeing Shen Yi Yan grilling something by the river, Chu Shou got off the carriage and trotted over.
Those hidden secret guards appeared here again, feeding the horses, resting, and performing their duties. No one was idle.
"Master Shen? What are you baking?"
Chu Shou bent over, holding his knees with his hands, and tilted his head to look at Shen Yi Ke. His shoes and socks were not in place, and his trouser legs were still a little wet. Maybe he had just gone into the water to catch a fish.
"How can Mr. Shen go fishing in person?" Chu Shou asked, and then followed him to find a stone to sit on. His skirt was covered with gauze, and its color matched the bamboo forest behind him.
Shen Yi turned the wooden stick harshly, sprinkled salt with his hands, and said, "It tastes better when you catch it yourself. Can you please give it a try, Princess?"
Chu Shou looked at the fish that was handed to him, and the hand he wanted to extend was pressed down by himself. He frowned, leaned back, waved his hand and said: "Of course what Master Shen catches is what Master Shen himself enjoys."
"I'd better eat this." Chu Shou turned sideways and took out a bag of soft and glutinous pastries from the bamboo tube on his waist. He waved it in front of Shen Yi Yan and said, "Shun this morning's sacrifice to the Heavenly Official, Lord Shen. Want some?"
Shen Yi lowered his head and smiled harshly, shook his head, turned around and gave the fish to Zhao Qinghuai who was sitting quietly beside him, "Huainiang, take it over to your lord."
Zhao Qinghuai took the grilled fish, twisted the handkerchief and gently put the fish meat into a small plate. After getting up, he limped towards the back.
Chu Shou put down the pastry, supported the stone under him, turned around and looked at Zhao Qinghuai's figure. Before he could swallow what was in his mouth, he saw that she was dressed in pure brocade, with black hair like a waterfall, but the walking was difficult, which ruined her sense of beauty.
Song Yanqing's carriage was a little deeper in the bamboo forest. Although it was bumpy all morning, it finally felt much better. His whole body had some color, his face became rosy, and he gained strength.
So he sat casually on the shaft seat, leaning against the wall of the chariot, with one foot on the chariot shaft and the other dangling. His robes were slightly moist and floating in the wind. His stubborn hair was still hanging through the silver crown on the side of his neck, low and low. With his eyes closed, the strands of hair on his forehead reached his eyebrows, and he didn't know what he was doing.
Zhao Qinghuai held the plate and walked through the grass and trees to see this scene. The silhouette that appeared against the light outlined his figure, and the colorful bamboo shadows were the icing on the cake and perfectly matched the atmosphere.
Although he suffered internal injuries and his knees were bruised, Zhao Qinghuai couldn't help but smile as he thought that if he could always stay by such a man's side, he would have no regrets in his life.
The admiration overflowed in my heart, and when it came out of my mouth, it became a shy and euphemistic tone, "Sir, Mr. Shen ordered the slave to bring the roasted fish."
Song Yanqing looked towards the sun to himself, and in his sight was a small knife that he was playing with in his hand. He wiped it again and again, put it into the light and looked at it carefully. He didn't pay attention to anything and responded casually: "Oh, put it there."
Zhao Qinghuai put it aside gently, greedy for this time, and continued: "Master, this slave is really stupid. I didn't know that the princess would help us. I offended the princess and made the slave kneel all night. I should have sent it earlier, but... "
As Zhao Qinghuai spoke, his eyes were full of tears, and he looked like he was about to say goodbye. He seemed to be unable to control himself and blamed himself for being speechless. wrong."
As soon as he finished speaking, the big beads and small beads slipped down from his tear-filled eyes. As soon as the handkerchief was put on, it seemed to be wiped away, and the faint traces of tears really made me feel pity for him.
Song Yan listened to the weak sobs, frowned slightly, held the knife between his fingers, and threw it forward quickly. When the wind blew, the bamboo leaves fluttered, and the knife emitted a cold light in the air, stabbing one after another. After passing through a few bamboo leaves, the whistling stopped, and a few birds were startled not far away and flew into the sky, creating a commotion.
Song Yanqing looked at his hand with satisfaction. There was no wave on his face when he turned around. Just when Zhao Qinghuai was about to say a few words of flattery, Song Yanqing started chatting first: "You, go find it and bring it back."
Zhao Qinghuai was stunned for a moment, his admiring eyes turned into sparkling warm-heartedness, he wiped his tears, stood up immediately, said in reply, lifted up his skirt and walked over there.
Song Yanqing looked at her retreating figure, and his frown calmed down, and then he folded his arms and closed his eyes to rest. The sun was resting and it was warm time.
After a while, a rustling sound came from behind the carriage. Song Yanqing opened her eyes, reached back and took out the silver sword from the carriage, holding it against her chest. The man climbed onto the carriage to reveal himself, and stretched out a sword.
It happened to be placed across her neck and throat.
"Uh-" Chu Shou was forced back by the sword and quickly grabbed the carriage with his backhand to prevent him from falling backwards.
Song Yanqing squatted on the carriage, holding the sword in his hand. He seemed to have known that Chu Shou was behind him, so he had no murderous intention. He just had a cold face and looked not to be trifled with.
The sword was held casually, flickering, and he looked from top to bottom at Chu Shou, who was pretending to be calm, without saying a word.
"...Spare my life..." Chu Shou put his index fingers on the sword and pressed it gently. Song Yanqing smoothly put the sword into the scabbard, sat down again holding the sword, and looked sideways at the sun over there, no longer
Take care of her.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little stagnant. When Chu Shou saw that Song Yanqing turned her head and refused to pay attention to her, he cautiously said: "How about... I'll cry for you too."
"If you don't speak...I will treat you as..."
Chu Shou squatted down and pinched his own neck and said in a pretentious manner: "My princess's tiger skin was ruined by that girl, and her eyebrows were almost burned off. She almost showed off my neck with that soft sword -
I don’t even have the appetite to eat Shun’s sacrifice this morning… Young Master?”
Song Yan leaned on his forehead, his temples were beating suddenly, he put down his silver sword heavily, jumped down from the carriage, and stood in front of Chu Shou against the light.
Chu Shou looked up at the dark shadow, the light and shadow were dense, and he couldn't see the person's features clearly, but he was covered in air-conditioning and felt a little uncomfortable.
Song Yanqing knelt down and reached out to hold her chin. For a moment, he looked at her face so carefully. Chu Shou was silent and felt that this person had changed a lot.
"Ha..." Song Yanqing reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes. The ends of his eyes were slightly raised, with a faint red color, and his eyes were distant and indifferent. He almost said the words through gritted teeth: "Liuchuan——
Princess? Princess? Can you cry?"
As soon as he finished speaking, she didn't give her time to think. As he stood up, Chu Shou was thrown aside. Unable to stabilize his body, he supported the ground with his hands. The sun was strong, but the ground was wet.
My heart felt cramped, my nose felt sore, and my eyes became wet.
Chu Shou gritted his teeth, picked up the bamboo leaves, soil and rocks on the ground with his palms, and threw them to the neck of the man in front of him as if he was looking for them, and then returned them to the ground along his clothes.
Song Yanqing steadied his body and stood there, clenching his fists tightly and not turning around.
Chu Shou got up from the ground with a chuckle, patted the dirt on his clothes loudly, stood still and whispered: "Humph, I can't cry? Unlike that beauty who usually cries whenever she wants, I
I feel sorry for you..."
Before she finished speaking, an arrow whizzed past Chu Shou's ear, knocking off a few broken hairs. Before she could scream, her center of gravity became unstable and she fell backwards.
Chu Shou lay down on the ground and sighed. He hadn't finished the lines he had prepared... Suddenly he didn't want to get up. The sky and clouds were surrounded by bamboo leaves above his head, which was much safer than standing up...
Seeing this, Song Yanqing sighed softly, dodged several swords flying in the same direction, approached Chu Shou, raised his foot and kicked her calf, and said coldly: "Get up."
Chu Shou frowned, sat up angrily, raised his head, and said in disbelief: "You kicked me?"
Song Yanqing held her forehead, her head ached. She was too lazy to say anything, so she directly grabbed Chu Shou, pulled her up, put her arm around her shoulders, grabbed both wrists with one hand, and pulled her towards the river. At this time, many secret guards flew out from the left and right sides, and they all ran in the direction of the arrow.
"Let me go, the person they want to kill is you! Are you using me as a human target?"
Chu Shou was jumping up and down and struggling, his whole body leaning back and forth, almost squatting on the ground.
When they came to the river, Shen Yi Yan had already stood up and was waiting. It seemed that he had known that this scene would happen. He stood there with his hands folded and a slight smile in his eyes, as usual.
Song Yanqing waved her hand and pushed Chu Shou in front of Shen Yi Yan. She staggered a few times but was held firmly by Shen Yi Yan.
"What did I say to you?" Song Yanqing looked at Shen Yi harshly and asked.
Shen Yi raised his lips and smiled, helplessly saying, "She is the princess. What does the princess do? Where is she going? How can I stop her?"
Chu Shou put his hands on his hips, frowned and nodded vigorously in agreement.
"good very good."
Song Yan nodded angrily. He originally parked his carriage far away to fish out the killers who were ambushing on the road. The road would not be safe. Instead of disturbing people on the road, it would be better to create an easy place for them to kill. In this environment, it is better to catch them all in one go.
Unexpectedly, first came Zhao Qinghuai, and then came the difficult Princess Liuchuan.
"Wait a minute, Miss Zhao just now... seems to be walking in the direction from which the arrow came..."
Chu Shou suddenly remembered that when they came out, the weak girl Zhao was still in the bamboo forest.
Shen Yi Yan and Song Yanqing exchanged glances, and Shen Yi Yan stopped Chu Shou who wanted to enter the bamboo forest again: "She has the secret guards of the Metropolitan Procuratorate to protect her. The princess is delicate and delicate, so she should not take risks anymore. "
What he said is that if you go in, Princess, you will only cause trouble for the secret guards. One Zhao Qinghuai is enough.
"Huh? The princess actually cares about me so much?"
The intact Zhao Qinghuai appeared behind them with a knife in his hand. When they heard the sound, several people turned around.
Chu Shou looked her up and down. Her clothes were neat and seemed...nothing unusual. She even held a few delicate flowers in her hands. She smiled and said, "Miss Zhao? Why did you come over there?"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Qinghuai jumped over Chu Shou, smiled and said to Song Yan: "Master, I have found your sword."