After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

Wen Chu's house was very simple, with a bed in the main room and sundries piled up in a small side room. When Old Man Wen was still alive, there was still some atmosphere of life in the house. After Old Man Wen died, even the vitality of the house was taken away.

The night wind rushed in through the dilapidated doors and windows. Wen Chu showed some worry on her face. She asked, "Grandpa Zhao, is it possible that he can't be saved?"

Doctor Zhao sighed a few times and then stopped. He took the medicine box from her and replied, "If we don't save him, he will definitely die. Let's try to save him. Who knows, he might survive." After saying that, he started to move his hands.

During this time, Wen Chu stood by and helped Doctor Zhao, boiling water, changing rags. The two of them were busy back and forth all night long, until the sky even turned pale, and Doctor Zhao stopped.

Doctor Zhao was so tired that he slumped in a chair. He gasped and said, "His life has been saved for now, but his breath is too weak. I don't know if he can make it. If he can make it through these few days and recuperate for a month or two, he will be almost recovered."

Wen Chu was exhausted after a day of work. She sat on the bed, her eyes full of fatigue. She said, "I'm really sorry to trouble you, Grandpa Zhao. I'll pay for the medicine in a few days."

Doctor Zhao knew that it was not easy for Wen Chu to live alone. He sighed and said, "I didn't save your grandfather, so can I still accept the money from you today?"

Wen Chu wanted to refuse, but Doctor Zhao had already walked out the door. He said as he walked, "If the patient wakes up, feed him some porridge. He can't stay on an empty stomach. Also, remember to come to Chunhui Hall to get the medicine later. Be careful not to let your uncle and the staff in the pharmacy see you."

Doctor Zhao's son Zhao Cheng works as an assistant in Chunhui Hall. Doctor Zhao gave these instructions out of fear that Wen Chu would be bullied. If Zhao Cheng saw Wen Chu taking the medicine for free, he would have to tell Zhao Qing about it, and then there would be a huge quarrel and a scene.

The morning wind made his eyes a little blurry. Looking at Doctor Zhao's departing back, Wen Chu rubbed his sore eyes and turned back to the house.

She walked to the bedside and saw Song Yusheng lying on it. There was still no trace of blood on his lips. When he closed his eyes, his eyelashes looked even longer and thicker. His eyebrows and eyes were cold, and he didn't look so distant when he closed his eyes.

Wen Chu didn't know whether Song Yusheng could survive. If he used a divination, he might not be able to tell the answer. But even if he did, what would it matter? If the divination said that he couldn't survive, would Wen Chu throw him out and let him die?
Just like last night, even if the prediction showed a bad omen, what could it do? Song Yusheng still lay down on his own bed.

Now we can only do our best and leave the rest to fate.

Wen Chu didn't know when Song Yusheng would wake up, so she went to boil a pot of water, and when it was almost cool, she put some water on her hands and pressed it on his lips. Song Yusheng's lips were very dry, and he must have been extremely dehydrated. He was still unconscious, and the water couldn't enter his stomach, so Wen Chu took this action.

While Wen Chu was moistening Song Yusheng's lips, she was worrying about the money for Song Yusheng's medicine. Even if Doctor Zhao didn't want it, she couldn't really not give it. Besides, even if we don't talk about the money for the medicine, Song Yusheng had lost so much blood, he had to eat something to replenish his body. He couldn't just eat some vegetable leaves and drink some porridge every day.

There were places to spend money everywhere. When Wen Chu picked up someone and brought him home last night, he was only thinking about the future and didn't consider that he was in such a difficult situation now.

It’s difficult. It’s really difficult.

While Wen Chu was worried, his fingers were unconsciously touching Song Yusheng's lips.

Song Yusheng had opened his eyes without knowing when. He felt that he could hardly breathe. After a long time, when he regained consciousness, he realized that the woman in front of him was rubbing her fingers back and forth on his lips.

He couldn't help but think of what the little Taoist priest had said to him. As soon as he woke up, he saw her fingers touching his mouth. It seemed as if she was really coveting his beauty.

Countless people in this world have praised Song Yusheng's appearance, but Song Yusheng never took it to heart, because when they praised his appearance, it was more because he came from a noble family and was the son of the Duke of Dingguo. If he was just an ordinary citizen, how could anyone call him an immortal? Just like, he was stranded in the wilderness, no one knew his identity, and who would save him.

Man is born with evil nature, and everything he does is for a purpose.

Song Yusheng felt that he was in such a desperate situation that there was really nothing he could do, but the young Taoist priest still saved him and brought him home.

Is it really her own face that she wants?
Song Yusheng wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Wen Chuben's finger, which was still pressing on his lips, suddenly poked into his mouth.

They were both stunned. Wen Chu was the first to come back to her senses. She hastily withdrew her fingers. The touch was too obvious. An unnatural blush appeared on Wen Chu's face. She 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 with you."

Touching someone's mouth while they are unconscious doesn't seem normal no matter how you look at it.

Song Yusheng was born in the Duke Dingguo Mansion. The rules of the Song family were strict, and even Wen Chu had heard of them. Song Yusheng's late grandfather had been the Prime Minister of this dynasty. His disciples were all over the country, and they were either rich or noble. The current emperor ascended the throne at a young age, and he had also been taught by him for decades. Even if Emperor Linghui himself made a mistake, Prime Minister Song would scold him. When Wen Chu was still in the palace, she often saw her father being scolded by the Prime Minister.

Prime Minister Song was so ruthless to Emperor Linghui, so he must be even more ruthless at home. Song Yusheng was already a role model for the children of the aristocratic families at the age of fourteen. His words and deeds were praised by people, and his poems and essays were widely circulated. At that time, people's evaluation of Song Yusheng was that he was quite like his grandfather. Later, when Song Yusheng became the top scholar at the age of twenty, people's evaluation of him was naturally even higher. The aristocratic families valued rules the most, let alone people like Song Yusheng.

Her unruly behavior would surely displease him.

Wen Chu has been away from the imperial palace for six years and has experienced many dirty things during this period. He has long lost his face, but in front of someone like Song Yusheng, he still feels embarrassed.

Even though he fell into such a situation, when he was lying injured in bed, he looked like a nobleman who had fallen into the mortal world and people dared not look down on him.

Song Yusheng came back to his senses. He was very unhappy with Wen Chu's action of poking his finger into his mouth, but he didn't show it on his face. He said, "It's okay. Thank you for saving me, Taoist priest. If I can survive, I will definitely live up to your kindness."

This was the first time Song Yusheng spoke since Wen Chu rescued him. Perhaps because he had been injured and unconscious for a long time, his voice was very hoarse and low.

When Wen Chu heard Song Yusheng say that he would repay her for saving her life, she felt that all her hard work had paid off. She said that Song Yusheng was a good boy and it was worth it for her to carry him home so hard.

Wen Chu was overjoyed to receive Song Yusheng's personal consent, but he pretended to be reserved and said, "Saving a life is like doing good deeds and accumulating blessings for yourself."

Seeing her like this, Song Yusheng didn't take it seriously, but he didn't say anything else. If Wen Chu wanted money, it would be fine. After he recovered from his injury, he could go home and give her some money. But if she really wanted him, then he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to get what she wanted.

Wen Chu sat on a low stool beside the bed and asked, "The doctor said that your injury is difficult to heal. If you really can't make it, where should I go to find your family?"

Although Wen Chu knew Song Yusheng's identity, if he really died, Wen Chu did not dare to send him back to the Song Mansion. People who did not know would think that she had killed him, and she was afraid that the Song family would seek revenge on her. Song Yusheng was like a hot potato, and it fell into her hands. Not only could he not die, but he had to be kept strong so that she could make a fortune.

There was no other way. Life was too hard, so Wen Chu had to take an unconventional approach.

Song Yusheng lowered his eyes and replied, "Master, you can just call me Song Qi. I am a distant relative of the Duke Dingguo Mansion in Kyoto. I originally wanted to go to the capital to seek refuge with my clansmen, but I was framed by villains on the way and ended up in this situation. If I really die, please tell the Song family, and someone will come to repay you on my behalf. If you don't know where the Duke Dingguo Mansion is, go to Kyoto and ask along the way, and someone will tell you."

Hearing Song Yusheng's words, Wen Chu cursed him in her heart as 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 any more questions. It would be of no benefit to her if she knew more about these things.

"Okay, in that case, don't call me Taoist priest from now on. I just learned Taoism from my grandfather. I can't bear the title of Taoist priest. 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 chilly. The doors and windows were slapped by the cold wind outside, making noisy noises.

Wen Chu stopped talking and stood up to cook porridge for Song Yusheng according to the doctor's instructions. He had holes all over his body from being stabbed by the sword, 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 fed him, he covered him with the quilt, tucked in the corners, and said, "I'm going out to do something. You wait at home."

Wen Ming still remembered what he had promised Zhao Qing yesterday, which was to tell her fortune.

Song Yusheng seemed to be thinking about something. When he heard Wen Chu's words, he showed no expression. He just looked at her and nodded.

Wen Chu looked at Song Yusheng's expression and thought that he was sad. After all, when one falls into trouble, he falls from the clouds to the mortal world. Wen Chu understands this feeling better than anyone else.

She just looked at Song Yusheng deeply, and finally said nothing more. She changed into clean clothes and went out.

Song Yusheng stared at the direction where Wen Chu left. He no longer concealed his emotions, and his eyes, like deep pools, were without a trace of warmth.

If I saw correctly, was she feeling sorry for herself just now?

(End of this chapter)