After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

Song Yusheng was sleeping with his eyes closed. His injuries were too severe and he had to lie in bed for the past ten days. In addition, he only drank porridge every day, so he had no strength left.

He was awakened by Wen Chu, and in his hazy consciousness he could only hear Wen Chu's sad voice calling him.

He guessed that Wen Chu might have thought he was dead.

For the first time in his life, he felt like playing a prank on someone. He wanted to see what Wen Chu would say or do next, so he deliberately stopped moving.

Wen Chu saw that Song Yusheng was still unable to wake up, and she was so panicked that she even shed tears. The feeling of being hungry was very uncomfortable. When she was wandering outside, she was hungry for many meals. If Song Yusheng really starved to death, what should she do?

Wen Chu's tears fell on Song Yusheng's face, very hot.

Song Yusheng's body stiffened a little. He didn't expect that she would cry.

Is it because I'm dead that I can't repay her?
Wen Chu cried intermittently, and said incoherently: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

Perhaps Wen Chu was crying too hard, Song Yusheng finally stopped pretending, and asked as if he had just woken up, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yusheng's voice was no longer as hoarse as when he first heard it. His voice was clear and pure, as crisp as water hitting rocks, and at this moment it contained some doubt and confusion.

Wen Chushang had no time to light the lamp, and could only vaguely see Song Yusheng's face in the moonlight coming in from the window. In the darkness, she could not see anything else, but his eyes were like a black gem, shining brightly, and he was staring at her without blinking.

Wen Chu heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that he was still breathing. He wasn't dead yet, that was good.

Wen Chu wiped away two tears and explained: "I thought I starved you to death."

Song Yusheng was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect this to be the reason. After he realized what was going on, he laughed out loud. His laughter was a little low.

Song Yusheng looked like he had heard something interesting. Wen Chu was confused. Was this so funny?
Song Yusheng just laughed, and then said calmly: "It is my fate to die like this, young lady, you don't have to feel sad for me."

If it weren't for her, I would have been left dead in the wilderness long ago. Why would she say sorry?

Song Yusheng's words were also very pleasant, and he lived up to his reputation. However, these words made Wen Chu angry for no reason. She said, "What do you mean it's your fate? You were so seriously injured but you still survived, right? This shows that you are not destined to die. Besides, I worked so hard to bring you home. If you died, how could I not be sad?"

She had finally carried him home and earned money to buy medicine for him, so how could he say something like "it was his fate"?

Wen Chu's words were somewhat angry. Song Yusheng didn't expect that just one sentence would provoke her like this. He was silent for a moment and then said, "Sorry, that's not what I meant."

Wen Chu was angry with herself and shouldn't take it out on Song Yusheng. She said, "Don't apologize to me. It's my fault for leaving you alone at home and starving."

She didn't say anything else. She wiped her face twice, stood up, lit the lamp, picked up the things that had just fallen on the ground, and started to cook.

Song Yusheng looked at Wen Chu's back and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He really didn't expect Wen Chu to cry like this because of this matter. Song Yusheng had met many people, but he had never met someone like Wen Chu.

Wen Chu's red eyes from crying lingered in his heart for a long time. He didn't know why it was like this, but this feeling made Song Yusheng feel very uncomfortable.

He pursed his lips tightly, thinking only about when he could leave this place as soon as possible.

But even if he wanted to return to Beijing, he didn't even know who sent the assassins this time. For someone in his position, there were too many people who wanted to kill him. The last time they came, they were all assassins. They started to kill without saying a word, and he didn't know any clues after he killed them.

Not many people knew that he was looking for Huai He, but those assassins clearly knew his purpose, so they set an ambush on the way, so that Song Yusheng and his group were caught off guard.

If Song Yusheng's martial arts skills were a little worse, he would definitely not be alive now.

Song Yusheng didn't know whether the news had been leaked from within the Song family, so he didn't dare to send a letter home rashly, for fear of exposing his address and being killed.

Besides, it would be better for me to raise him so that I can return to Beijing alone. But if those people from last time don't give up, it would be difficult to escape if I accidentally ran into them on the way back to Beijing.

It seems that we are in a dilemma.

You still have to stay here.

I just hope that my secret guards can find this place first.

While he was thinking, Wen Chu had already brought the dishes over. Although Song Yusheng's injuries had not healed completely, they were much better than before, and he no longer bled easily, so Wen Chu helped him up from the bed and sat him up.

His body was wrapped in white gauze, and he lay in bed all day and night, so he still had no clothes on.

Wen Chu looked at Song Yusheng like this and said apologetically, "There are no men's clothes at home. I had a grandfather, but he was not as tall as you, and he just passed away two months ago. It's not good to give him to you to wear. Tomorrow, I will buy you some clothes."

Song Yusheng nodded slightly and said, "Thank you."

Even in such a shabby place, his every move did not lose the dignity in his bones.

When Old Man Wen was seriously ill in bed, he could only eat in bed, so there was always a small wooden table at home. Wen Chu placed the small table on the bed and put the food on it.

She brought two bowls of rice and gave one to Song Yusheng, then asked, "Do you want me to feed you?"

Song Yusheng was stunned for a moment. Wen Chu had been feeding him all these days. Not only eating, but also going to the bathroom, Wen Chu had to help him.

Thinking of this, Song Yusheng's face turned a little ugly, and his thin lips pursed tighter. He glanced at Wen Chu still looking at him, and he came back to his senses.

He picked up the chopsticks and shook his head.

Wen Chu saw Song Yusheng shaking his head, but she didn't insist. Seeing that Song Yusheng was about to pick up his chopsticks, she warned him in advance, "The food I cook may be a little unpalatable."

The fact that her cooking is unpalatable is known to everyone. Even though Wen Chu doesn't think so, everyone says so.

Song Yusheng must have been used to eating delicacies from land and sea at home, and he must be very picky about food. But there was nothing he could do now, because he was picked up and brought home by himself.

The food on the table was either too bland or too greasy, and some were even burnt. It really didn't look very tasty.

If the lady from a rich family didn't know how to cook, it might be understandable, but Wen Chu lived alone and shouldn't cook such bad dishes. Song Yusheng felt strange in his heart, but didn't show it on his face. He said "nothing" and started to eat.

When I put the dish into my mouth, a greasy and disgusting taste rushed straight to my head.

It's really unpalatable.

Even though Song Yusheng was mentally prepared after being reminded by Wen Chu, he was still shocked by the poisonous taste of these dishes.

Song Yusheng glanced at Wen Chu's slightly expectant eyes beside him. He didn't know what she was looking forward to. Maybe she wanted him to praise her cooking.

Doesn’t she know whether it tastes good or not?
Song Yusheng was used to hiding his feelings, so now that he was living under someone else's roof, he should refrain from saying hurtful words.

He showed no expression, suppressed the nausea in his chest, lowered his eyes and said, "The girl's cooking skills are not bad, don't underestimate yourself."

It was bearable if I didn't speak, but once I opened my mouth, the nausea became unbearable.

Song Yusheng leaned over the bed and started vomiting. Because he had only drunk porridge for several days, he couldn't vomit anything even if he wanted to, and could only dry heave.

Wen Chu had never expected that the food he cooked could be so unpalatable that it made Song Yusheng vomit.

She hurried forward to help Song Yu calm down.

Fortunately, he only retched a few times. Song Yusheng wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. After retching for a while, he finally felt better. He leaned against the back of the bed, raised his head and panted, saying, "Maybe I haven't eaten for too long, so I can't adapt for a while."

His face was pale and bloodless. Looking down, he could vaguely see the blue veins under the skin on his neck, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down when he breathed. These days, Song Yusheng's figure has also become much thinner, and his jaw has become a little sharper than before.

She was afraid of hurting her feelings by explaining it to her like this. Wen Chu felt even worse. Whose God of Wealth suffered so much? She would have to sell Song Yusheng to the Song family in the future. Even if she suffered, Song Yusheng had to be well.

She said, "If it tastes bad, we won't eat it. Eat a few mouthfuls of rice first to fill your stomach. Wait for me for a while. There are still some dishes left. I'll call Aunt Yang to help me cook."

As he spoke, he disappeared.

Wen Chu's words had a hint of his hometown accent, which made Song Yusheng frown slightly.

Such a person cannot be connected with the princess in the portrait.

Aunt Yang's house is the closest to Wen Chu's. It's already dark today, but I have no choice but to go and trouble her.

It only took Wen Chu a cup of tea to get to Aunt Yang's house. Aunt Yang was washing dishes when she saw Wen Chu. She asked in confusion, "Mrs. Chu, why are you here? Have you eaten yet? I have some leftovers here. Do you want to eat?"

Aunt Yang was married from the next village. She was very kind. In the village, she was the only one who interacted with Doctor Zhao and the Wen family. Every time there was a festival, they would invite Wen Chu to their house for a reunion dinner. Now that her only grandfather had passed away, Aunt Yang took even more care of her.

Her daughter, Zhao Wenwen, was thirteen years old and half a head shorter than Wen Chu. No one in the village looked up to the two of the Wen family, and the children were used to reading people's expressions. Seeing that Wen Chu and her family were strangers and had no parents, they always liked to bully her. Only Zhao Wenwen would follow Wen Chu and call her "Sister Wen Chu".

Zhao Wenwen was chatting with Aunt Yang on the side. When she saw Wen Chu coming, she ran to her side excitedly and said, "Sister Wen Chu!"

Wen Chu smiled at Zhao Wenwen, rubbed her head, and then said to Aunt Yang: "Aunt, could you please come to my house and cook a meal?"

Aunt Yang didn't expect it to be this. She was stunned for a moment, but didn't ask any more questions. She said, "Okay, I thought it was something else. Wait for Auntie to wipe her hands and go."

Zhao Wenwen hurriedly said: "I want to go too!"

Wen Chu knew that Zhao Wenwen loved to join in the fun, so he didn't refuse. After Aunt Yang finished her work, they went out together.

The moonlight sprinkled on the road. Several people had already entered the Wen family's courtyard. Zhao Wenwen asked in a chattering voice, "Sister, why did you suddenly ask my mother to cook today? It's been more than two months since Grandpa Wen passed away. Aren't you used to eating the food you cook?"

Wen Chu’s cooking is terrible, and everyone who is close to them knows that only she can eat the dishes she cooks.

Wen Chu was a little embarrassed and said, "You know I don't dislike the dishes I cook."

"Then why do you want my mother to cook?"

Wen Chu said: "This is because I rescued a person and brought him home a few days ago, and he was not used to the food."

The mother and daughter exclaimed at the same time, "Help?"

Zhao Wenwen pulled Wen Chu and asked, "Is it a man or a woman? If it's a man, what does he look like? Is he handsome?"

A little girl of this age is almost at the age of marriage, so it is normal for her to be curious about these things. Besides, the countryside is more relaxed than the capital or the prefecture, so people are not so cautious about these things.

Aunt Yang suddenly thought of something and pulled Wen Chu to ask, "Is it the man who fell down under the sycamore tree by the river that day?"

When Aunt Yang went to wash clothes that day, she also saw the distressed Song Yusheng. His appearance was so terrifying that Aunt Yang was so scared that she ran away without even washing her clothes.

Wen Chu nodded, and Aunt Yang was even more frightened, "Oh, you, you, you are asking for trouble!"

While they were talking, they had already arrived at Wen Chu's door. Song Yusheng in the house heard their conversation.

Wen Chu said, "It's okay, auntie. You know I'm a soft-hearted person. If I really don't help someone in need, I won't be able to get over it."

Before Aunt Yang opened her mouth to speak, Zhao Wenwen exposed her, "What are you talking about, Sister Wenchu? You are the one who is most enthusiastic about slaughtering chickens and sheep during festivals, and you actually say that you are soft-hearted? I will show you my heart without blinking an eye."

Song Yusheng in the room couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this.

Exposed, little liar.

(End of this chapter)