In the warm room, the smoke rising from the incense burner filled the air. After treating Song Yanqing's wounds and changing the medicine, the doctors also left with their medicine boxes. The mess in the room had been cleaned up.
The room was quiet except for the occasional crackling sound of the charcoal fire. Chu Shou sat in front of the bed.
She looked down at Song Yanqing, her broken hair hanging down on her neck and shoulders, and the dim candlelight shrouding her whole body, giving her a layer of tenderness.
Song Yanqing slept peacefully, his eyebrows stretched, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling. He had not lived a good life in the first half of his life. Unfortunately, he was born with a smiling face.
Looking at Song Yanqing's fluttering eyelashes, Chu Shou raised his hand and lowered it again. The distance between his fingertips and the soft quilt was very close, but it made her hesitate a few times.
On the day Han Yuan parted with Song Yanqing, she had brought some medicinal herbs to dry, but unexpectedly, her eyesight turned black and she fell straight over. Because of this, she was unable to say goodbye to him in person.
When they saw each other again, Song Yanqing poured herself three bowls of Huanshen Powder. He didn't want to see her. She thought it was because she didn't say goodbye to him that he was causing trouble.
But she was naturally careful, and the disgust in Song Yanqing's eyes was clearly seen by Chu Shou. He couldn't figure it out and felt wronged for a long time.
Chu Shou thought about it, raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes, and the hand that was about to lift the quilt stopped in mid-air.
She watched Song Yanqing roll his eyelids, muttering something unknown in his mouth, and then gradually calmed down. Chu Shou's tightened heart relaxed again, and she stretched out her hand to smooth his slightly frowned brow.
Suppressing the tears brewing from nowhere, she stroked the side of his face with her hand, and in a slightly intimate tone that only he and the two could hear clearly, she softly said: "I really..."
"Did it really hurt you?"
Chu Shou's confidence when facing Mu Huashu collapsed when he saw Song Yanqing sleeping on the bed, so that she didn't know who the person who shot the arrow into his heart that rainy night was.
Not her?
Could it be that she had been ill for so long that she even forgot about it? After Zao Wuji rescued her from the sickbed, she indeed forgot a lot.
But if she really hurt Song Yanqing and left her with a broken body, she would probably become even more seriously ill...
Chu Shou couldn't help laughing as he thought about it. What she was sure of was never herself, but her heart, her heart for Song Yanqing.
Without thinking any more, Chu Shou lifted the quilt covering Song Yanqing. The wound on his shoulder had been bandaged completely, leaving only the faint color of the Chinese medicine.
There was a scar that had not faded yet near his heart, which was not bandaged. The color was still the most obvious when it was most obvious, and there were other small scars spreading around it, which looked a bit ferocious.
Chu Shou pursed his lips and raised his hand to touch it gently. Her fingers were cool, but the scar carried his body temperature. Song Yanqing moved her body uncomfortably as if she was stressed, and even grabbed Chu Shou accurately with her right hand.
Shou's wrist, frowned slightly, and opened his eyes.
The phantom in Song Yanqing's eyes gradually became clear. He tried to open his eyes, and their eyes met in perfect harmony.
It wasn't until he saw the person next to the bed clearly that his vigilant eyes relaxed, and he relaxed his grip on Chu Shou's wrist, but never let go.
He opened and closed his lips a few times, looked at Chu Shou closely, and then said, "Are you okay..."
Seeing the remaining tears in the corners of Chu Shou's eyes, he tugged at the corners of his lips, raised his lips and smiled, stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears, and comforted her: "Don't cry."
Chu Shou chuckled lightly, raised his head and tried to hold back his tears. He raised his hand and wiped it in front of his eyes, and softly replied: "I'm not crying. Why are you crying?"
Song Yanqing saw from the corner of her eye that most of her body was exposed, and she felt a little panicked when she recalled the feeling she had when she was awakened.
He was afraid that Chu Shou would notice the scar on his heart, so he raised his hand with difficulty to grab the corner of the quilt, but the wound was pulled again. He groaned in pain and frowned.
Seeing this, Chu Shou immediately raised his hand. The wound on her palm had just been re-treated by the doctor. Ointment was applied to the cut area, and scabs had formed in some places. Both hands were wrapped in thin gauze.
Although it looks ugly now, at least it doesn't have to be wrapped in that ugly thick gauze, which makes it impossible to move even if it's mixed together.
She helped Song Yanqing cover the quilt, leaned over and tucked it in carefully, and sat down again.
The two of them were speechless for a moment, neither of them knew where to start the question. Then Chu Shou raised his eyes, looked at him intently, and said, "You are injured, so I shouldn't delay you any longer, but I have something to say."
, I must say it. I couldn't figure it out before, thinking that you were angry with me for not saying goodbye to you and not fulfilling my promise to celebrate your birthday with you, so you were so cold to me..."
Song Yanqing's throat twitched and she lowered her eyes. She couldn't bear to look at her anymore. When Chu Shou saw him turning his face away, he frowned slightly. He stretched out his hands, held his face upright, and said, "Don't run away. What did we say before?"
...Although it's been a long time, you can't forget it."
The two of them used to live together in Hanyuan. As young people, they often had small fights. You ignored me and I ignored you. So, the two of them "tacitly" agreed on a rule.
If there is a misunderstanding, you must make it clear in time. Otherwise, in the cold garden of Nuo University, the two of them are already deserted, and if they fight each other and ignore each other, how uncomfortable it will be...
Song Yanqing wrinkled her face, nodded reluctantly, and muttered: "You still have injuries on your hands..."
Chu Shou withdrew the hands holding his face and shook them in pain. He stared straight at him, then looked at the position of his heart, raised his hands and pressed them tightly through the quilt.
Song Yanqing's heart jumped vigorously. He couldn't bear it and reached out to pull Chu Shou's hand away, but she stopped him.
"If I don't ask you, are you not going to tell me?"
Song Yan listened to the meaning of her words and felt a little angry. Who is talking too much?
But he still said stubbornly: "What did you say?"
Chu Shou frowned and patted the spot gently, "Here! I also want to know about the scar below...whether it was me or not."
Song Yanqing's eyes flashed with a hint of sadness, and his eyelashes drooped, making it difficult to see the color in his eyes.
Chu Shou saw that he had his mouth tightly closed and had no intention of speaking, and then asked: "If I say that I didn't do this, would you believe it?"
Before she finished speaking, Song Yanqing raised his eyes, looked at her steadily and said:
"letter."
Chu Shou's eyes flickered when he stared at him, he turned his head stiffly and said, "Why are you still so stupid?"
At that time, in order to celebrate Chu Shou's birthday, Song Yanqing went into the mountains and found for her the magnolia handle that she had dreamed of for a long time. Unfortunately... she could not deliver it to Chu Shou in person.
Chu Shou lowered his eyes and said firmly: "Don't worry, I will definitely catch that person, not to avenge you, but to prove my innocence."
Then she muttered: "I'm just telling you why everyone looked down on me as soon as I entered the Metropolitan Procuratorate..."
"Yeah." Song Yanqing responded in a low voice.
"Oh, that's right..."
Chu Shou raised his hand and reached into his neck, used his thumb that was not injured to hook out the string between his neck, and pulled out a round black wood knot, "I picked this up at the entrance of Hanyuan.
, Alas, I don’t know who sent it, it’s so pitiful.”
Due to the injury on her neck, she struggled to remove the hanging rope. The shell of the seeds of the magnolia stalk was hard. Apart from the few used for refining medicine, she also specially left one, pierced it, and made it into a pendant.
"It's so pitiful."
She looked at Song Yanqing, her eyes filled with distress, and she repeated to him specifically, "It's so pitiful..."
Chu Shou put the magnolia seed into Song Yanqing's hand, and the pendant still had residual warmth.
Song Yanqing nodded, smiled and accepted it happily, holding it tightly in his hand, imitating Chu Shou and saying: It's so pitiful.
He tried to hold on to the little remaining warmth, but there was no way. No matter how warm the water was, it would become cold. After listening to Chu Shou's greetings and exhorting him a few words, he blew out the candle on the bedside and looked at Chu Shou's thin body.
On his back, he always felt that something between them floated away with this confession...
He gradually lost his mind, put the magnolia handle on his heart, and murmured: "Qingqing... why don't you ask me if it hurts."
Chu Shou walked out of the room quickly and closed the door gently. She stayed there, holding on to the door frame. Her originally bright face gradually stiffened. She put away her smile and lowered her head.
Eyes full of bitterness.
Have you made it clear? It seems not.
Song Yanqing really hasn't changed at all, she's so stupid, she just believes whatever she says...
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I stayed in Fuzhou for a few days. I also waited for the envoy You Yan to arrive and listened to their report. They said that something happened on the road and they would be delayed for a while, so they came a little late.
Most of Chu Shou's injuries were healed. They were all flesh injuries, and with the good ointment applied on them, there was no problem.
During this period, Chu Shou did not go to see Song Yanqing again. I heard that he hurriedly went to interrogate the captured Li Xin with his injuries the next day. Although his blood was difficult to coagulate, he could recover with the right medicine.
He also gets up faster than others.
It's just that as a censor of the capital, he is busy all day long, so he may not recover very well.
In the past few days, Luo Qi often came to see Chu Shou, but he didn't even say a few words and just played chess.
Chu Shou felt that it was not that he liked to play chess with him, but that the soldiers and guards were not allowed to approach the princess's bedroom.
He was You Yanzhi, and there were guards guarding him wherever he went. Here at Chu Shou, he felt more at ease, without having to be restrained by them.
The two of them leaned against the window pavilion. The small round window was like a picture frame, framing the scenery outside the house such as flowers, plants, trees, insects, birds, and rocks. It was very comfortable to play chess and drink tea.
"Oh! I lost again. It's boring, very boring."
Luo Qi pushed the chess pieces on the flag board into chaos, and sat with his hands on the ground, shapeless, complaining loudly.
Chu Shou took a breath, picked up the teacup next to him, and looked out the window from a distance.
Luo Qi was attracted by Chu Shou's gaze. He leaned close to Chu Shou and looked outside together. He looked left and right, but there was nothing to see. He said lightly: "Most of the scenery in the mansion is imitated in the palace. They are very different. It is vulgar.
Very.”
Chu Shou didn't look back, just let his eyes go blank, and asked: "Has Your Highness lived in the palace before?"
Luo Qi casually picked up a chess piece, played with it in his hand, frowned and replied: "After living there for a few months, he was adopted into Prince Xing's Mansion."
"King Xing is so cruel that His Highness must have suffered a lot."
After hearing this, Luo Qi's expression became unpredictable and solemn. He tightened his grip on the chess piece, then smiled slightly and said to Chu Shou: "I would like to ask the princess for good luck. Although there are twists and turns, misfortunes often turn into good fortune, and misfortunes into good fortune."
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Chu Shou lowered her eyes and raised her lips with a smile. What Luo Qi said reminded her of a person she met outside the city when she left Kyoto five years ago.
At that time, she was waiting for the old general to come and say goodbye, and set up a divination stall at the gate of the city. An old woman and a young man came to see her, and specifically asked about her future fortune, and she said this: "
Although there are twists and turns on the road ahead, misfortune can often be turned into good fortune, and adversity can be transformed into good fortune."
She clearly remembered the hexagram that time. Although it was not good, it had great staying power.
It's just... Chu Shou soon forgot about the person who came to her for divination. However, at that time, she didn't know that it was the proton sent by You Yan.
"Why give an umbrella?"
Chu Shou raised doubts and puzzled over why there were two green bamboo umbrellas.
Luo Qi smiled helplessly, raised his head, and fell into the previous memories: "The princess may have forgotten that it rained that day, and you gave me an umbrella so that I would not be so embarrassed when I entered Kyoto.
."
"To tell you the truth, I was able to hold on in a foreign country, thanks to your divination, which turned misfortune into good fortune and adversity into good fortune. You have been with me for five years... Giving two umbrellas should be
Isn’t it too much?”
Chu Shou nodded and said with a smile: "It's not too much. Of course it's not too much."
I thought to myself, what happened to the two umbrellas? I deserve it for my good deeds!
"But... what makes me most curious is, how did you know that the person pushing His Majesty to the throne was a woman with no silver ring in her hand?"
Chu Shou asked seriously. After all, when he received the first umbrella, he found a small note in the interlayer, and the direction of the note was very obvious.
Luo Qi hesitated for a while, then raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes became indifferent, and replied: "If you know, you know, and if you don't know, you don't know. I combined various versions of the rumors. Can't you just guess?"
Chu Shou nodded, unwilling to say anything and not asking, and then started another topic: "What do you think of Wei Qingxuan, the governor of Qingzhou?"
After saying that, she turned to look at him steadily, waiting for his answer.
Luo Qi touched his chin and thought, and then laughed out loud, "For Wei Qingxuan to be the magistrate at this age, he must have two brushes. He who can stand firm is just as gentle as jade on the surface, but he may not be the same on the inside.
, what did the princess discover?"
Chu Shou turned to look at him, took the flying smile and said: "Well, I did find a lot of things, but I have to wait until Envoy You Yan comes to do it more thoroughly."
Luo Qi didn't answer anymore, his face was calm, but his heart was a little drummed. I don't know what Chu Shou wanted to do with these inexplicable reactions.
He also didn't know... what kind of medicine Chu Shou was selling in his gourd.