After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

Song Yusheng looked in the direction where Wen Chu left and closed his eyes weakly.

He laughed at himself, and the hand that had been pressing on the wound lost its strength, letting the blood flow out. Who could have thought that the prince of Duke Dingguo would end up like this, dying in the wilderness.

The Duke of Dingguo's Mansion was one of the most powerful families in the capital, and Song Yusheng, as the eldest son of the Duke of Dingguo's Mansion, was even more precious. Not only was he born into a prominent family, but he was also a man of great talent, young and promising. He passed the imperial examination at the age of 20 and became the top scorer. In a short time, his reputation in the capital was even greater. In addition to these praises, Song Yusheng's appearance was also praised as being divine, with clear wind and bright moon, as if he were a god descended to earth, a banished immortal.

Now Song Yusheng is only 22 years old, but he has become the leader among the children of aristocratic families, praised and respected by the world.

From this perspective, he did not look like a human being, but rather like the moon hanging in the sky, out of reach for everyone.

The moon is destined to set, and at this moment, it is already stained, in a mess, and is about to disappear.

Wen Chu had not walked far when she felt more and more guilty. It was clear that she had not killed the man, but now she watched him die without helping him, which made her look like the murderer.

She shook her head, trying to get rid of the matter from her mind.

But Song Yusheng's indifferent eyes could not be dispelled, making people feel inexplicably upset.

It was as if he had known his fate long ago, and he did not ask her for help. He did not say a word from beginning to end until she left that place.

Wen Chu left the river, but the man's face could not be shaken off her mind. Only then did she realize where she had seen this man before.

Just by looking at that man's demeanor and appearance, one could guess that he must be a young master of a noble family.

If she really looked familiar, she wouldn't have been here in the countryside, but perhaps before she fell into trouble.

Before Wen Chu fell into trouble, she was the Princess Huaihe, the most beloved by the current emperor Linghui. At that time, she was not called Wen Chu, but Li Zhaoxi.

She tried hard to recall and finally found some clues in her memory.

She had indeed seen Song Yusheng several times when she was in the palace. Because his appearance was so outstanding, Wen Chu still had some impression of him.

It was just that Song Yusheng's face was covered in blood, so she didn't recognize him for a moment. Now that she thought about it carefully, she felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

If you look closely, you may be able to find similarities between his current face and his past face.

Wen Chu paused and immediately decided to go back under the banyan tree.

She walked closer to Song Yusheng, lifted the few strands of hair covering his face, touched his face and observed it carefully.

He has sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, thin lips, and a pale and thin face. Under the moonlight, his face is like a rough jade. Even in such a miserable state, he does not look dirty at all. Instead, it makes this usually arrogant man feel even more broken.

Six years have passed, and the man's appearance has only become a little more fierce than before.

His appearance matches the person in my memory.
It's really him.

If he is the prince of the Duke's Mansion, then he can be saved.

The Song family of the Dingguo Mansion was a strict family with a long history of integrity and a great reputation. She saved their eldest son, so she was their benefactor. In addition, Wen Chu had also heard of Song Yusheng's reputation. He was famous, and he won the first place in the imperial examination at the age of 20. He was a kind and upright person with noble character. Even Wen Chu had heard of such a powerful and outstanding person in the countryside far away from Kyoto.

From this perspective, Song Yusheng should be a person who knows how to repay a favor. If he saves him, even if he repays the favor in the future, it will definitely not be a loss.

He was rich and had good character, so Wen Chu didn't care whether the old man was a dangerous person or not, and he made up his mind to save him.

Song Yusheng was in a daze, but he was still breathing. He felt someone touching his face and opened his eyes with great effort.

It was the little Taoist priest who had just left and then turned back.

Wen Chu saw a hint of doubt in Song Yusheng's eyes. She smiled and said nonsense: "You are very beautiful. I will take you home."

The woman's voice was a little ethereal in the quiet night.

As soon as he finished speaking, in an instant, the night wind whistled, the dark clouds faded away, and the full moon bloomed completely at this moment.

Song Yusheng's eyelids trembled slightly, and his eyes, which had been stagnant, began to waver because of these words.

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Wen Chu carried Song Yusheng back home.

It is hard for women to survive in this world, especially for women like Wen Chu. When he was young, Father Wen also learned Kung Fu. Even though he became a lame Taoist priest after an accident, he still insisted on taking Wen Chu to keep fit and taught her some simple self-defense Kung Fu so that she would not be unable to protect herself when she was bullied.

So even though Wen Chu was a weak woman, and became even thinner due to hunger, she still managed to carry Song Yusheng home.

Wen Chu had blocked the bleeding from the wounds of all sizes on his body with cloth strips, otherwise Song Yusheng might have died from blood loss before he even got home.

Wen Chu opened the door and laid the person down on the bed.

She checked Song Yusheng's breath and felt the faint scent on her fingertips. Seeing that he was still breathing, she patted his face.

Song Yusheng felt extremely tired all over, and he could hardly feel the pain from his wounds. He forced himself to open his eyes and looked at the little Taoist priest, only to hear her speaking intermittently in his ears.

"I'll go find a doctor for you. You must not fall asleep, okay?" Song Yusheng nodded. The young Taoist priest said, "If you die, I'll have wasted my energy carrying you home. You have to hold on until I find a doctor for you."

Song Yusheng wanted to laugh when he heard this. This little Taoist priest was really interesting. He had just predicted that there was a fierce evil being unwilling to save people, but later he came back to save himself.

Good looking? Is it really because it looks good?

He didn't know, but he nodded again when he heard this.

Seeing that he was still focused, Wen Chu felt relieved and ran out the door.

The village at the foot of the mountain is Zhaojia Village. There is an elderly doctor in the village who is in his fifties. Since he is the only doctor in the village, everyone calls him Doctor Zhao.

Wen Chu's home was in a remote area, so she didn't dare to delay, for fear that Song Yusheng would die if she returned too late. She ran to Doctor Zhao's door without even catching her breath.

After all this trouble, it is already three o'clock in the morning. Doctor Zhao is old, so he may have retired early by now.

Wen Chu banged on the door of his house vigorously and shouted, "Grandpa Zhao! Grandpa Zhao! Help! Someone's dying!!"

The door was slammed by Wen Chu, and his shrill shouting made it very noisy. Soon the door was opened from the inside.

The person who opened the door was not Doctor Zhao, but Doctor Zhao's daughter-in-law, Zhao Qing.

Wen Chu's voice suddenly stopped. Zhao Qing saw that it was Wen Chu and started to curse, "What are you arguing about? You are yelling in the middle of the night. You are calling your soul!"

Zhao Qing was in his thirties and a bit fat. After being woken up, his face was full of anger, and his fat trembled as he spoke.

Wen Chu had no time to argue with her, so he just put his hands together and begged, "Aunt, please help me call Doctor Zhao, this is a matter of life and death!"

Zhao Qing's face was covered with fat, and his eyes were squeezed to the size of green beans.

She pushed Wen Chu and cursed, "Get away from me. Don't tell me you are some unlucky creature that has come to my house to act crazy. Help? Whose life are you going to save, an orphan? Besides, it's free to see a doctor. Do you have money?"

Wen Chu was already thin, and after being hit by her palm, he almost couldn't stand.

The only one in the village who can cure illnesses and save lives is Doctor Zhao. If they can't call Doctor Zhao away, then they have to go to the town. Even if Wen Chu has the strength to run to the town to bring the doctor back home, it is not certain that Song Yusheng and others will get him.

Seeing that Zhao Qing was about to close the door, Wen Chu said anxiously: "Auntie, don't you always want to have another child? Let me help you calculate whether you can get pregnant again."

Doctor Zhao has only one son, Zhao Cheng. Zhao Qing and Zhao Cheng have been married for nearly ten years and have only one daughter. They both want to have another child, but they just can't get pregnant. No matter how Doctor Zhao helps her, it's useless. Everyone in Zhaojia Village knows about this.

Everyone thought that there was either something wrong with Zhao Qing's health or Zhao Cheng's health, otherwise how could he never give birth again.

Wen Chu saw that Zhao Qing really stopped what he was doing, and hurriedly added: "I can help you to calculate whether you can have another child, but I am unlucky, and I can't tell the fortune at midnight. If you can help me call Doctor Zhao, I will come to your house to tell your fortune tomorrow."

Zhao Qing was skeptical in his heart, but he was still unforgiving. "Don't talk nonsense to me. You are the only one who can tell the truth. Why should I believe you?"

"Aunt, I don't lie. If I lied to you, I would ruin my grandfather's reputation." Wen Chu looked serious and didn't seem to be faking it.

Father Wen was a very kind person. Even a mean person like Zhao Qing could not say anything bad about him. She believed him a little, but then she thought of something and asked, "But didn't your grandfather never tell fortunes for anyone? Do you really know how to tell fortunes?"

Old Man Wen just doesn't want to tell people's fortunes, not that he can't do it.

He was a disciple of Chaotian Temple, which is the most famous Taoist temple in Dazhao today. Most of the Taoists that Emperor Linghui currently employs are from Chaotian Temple. Father Wen is more or less a figure of the same generation as the master in the Taoist temple, but after some things happened, he began to travel outside and no longer stayed in Chaotian Temple.

Wen Chu studied Taoism with Old Man Wen for six years. In terms of seniority, most people in Chaotian Temple have to call Wen Chu "Senior Brother".

Wen Chu said: "I know physiognomy, the Book of Changes, and the Plum Blossom Six Yaos. My grandfather taught me all of them."

Zhao Qing didn't know anything about plum blossom and six yao, but seeing her like this and her words sounding like she really had some skills, she finally relaxed a little and went into the house to call for help. After all, it was Doctor Zhao who went to save people, not her. If Wen Chu really lied to her, she would never let her go.

Doctor Zhao was about the same age as Old Man Wen. Doctor Zhao had visited Old Man Wen a lot in the month or two before he died. Compared to Zhao Qing, who was so harsh, Doctor Zhao was like a kind-hearted person.

He had indeed fallen asleep just now. After being woken up by Zhao Qing, he hurriedly put on a coat, and his hair was very messy. He only vaguely heard Zhao Qing say that the young Taoist priest from the Wen family called him for help. He was frightened and took the medicine box and went out.

Wen Chu didn't have time to explain anything, he just grabbed Doctor Zhao's medicine box, put it on his back, and started running while pulling his hand. Doctor Zhao was old, and he had to take a breath and rest after running a few steps. In this way, he finally arrived at Wen Chu's house after taking two steps and one breath.

When Doctor Zhao saw the man on the bed, he was really shocked by his injuries. He couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

Wen Chu was very familiar with Doctor Zhao's expression. When Old Man Wen was about to die, Doctor Zhao was just like this.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

Song Yusheng, Song Yusheng, is this really your fate?

(End of this chapter)