After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

After being exposed, Wen Chu felt a little embarrassed and angry, but he just pinched Zhao Wenwen and said, "You stupid kid, stop talking nonsense."

When Zhao Wenwen saw Wen Chu like this, she became more curious. After she finished speaking, she stepped into the house and really saw a man lying on the bed.

At the same time, Song Yusheng heard the sound and turned his head to look at them.

Under the dim light, the man's skin looked even whiter, and because he was still ill, his usually fierce face also had a bit of sickness and softened look, his eyebrows were long and clear, and his black hair flowed down. From a distance, he looked humble and gentle, and even in such a place, he looked like an elegant and noble young man from aristocratic family.

Such a person is rarely seen in Zhaojia Village, let alone in the town or the mansion.

With just one glance, Zhao Wenwen was stunned, as if she was under a spell, and she stood there motionless.

Seeing that she was about to drool, Wen Chu quickly stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes twice, "Wenwen, Wenwen! Come back to your senses!"

Zhao Wenwen finally came back to her senses. This was really embarrassing. Two blushes appeared on her face. She said affirmatively, "Sister Wenchu, you are just coveting her beauty."

Wen Chu did not respond to this, but said to Aunt Yang: "I am really sorry to bother you, Auntie. The food I cooked is really unpalatable. He vomited as soon as he ate it, and I can't let him starve to death."

Aunt Yang had already gone to the side to light a fire. She said to Wen Chu, "This is not a big deal, but I did it for you today. What about in the future? I can't come here every day."

Wen Chu was also very worried about this matter. She said, "I can just go out and buy him some food in the future, but it's too dark today and there's nowhere to buy it."

Wen Chu had already walked to the bedside and brought the dishes on the bedside table to the table nearby. The dishes were already cold and looked even more disgusting than if they had just been cooked.

Zhao Wenwen leaned on a stool beside her and watched Wen Chu eat. She was very curious and said, "Sister Wen Chu, how can you eat so much? It's no wonder that this young man vomited."

While Zhao Wenwen was talking, she kept glancing at Song Yusheng on the bed. Wen Chu asked in confusion, "Is it really so unpalatable? Why do I still find it so good?"

Zhao Wenwen said: "You always say everything you eat is OK, and you can eat any food no matter how bad it tastes."

Zhao Wenwen had seen Wen Chu before. No matter how bad the food was on a normal day, it tasted good in her mouth. The food she cooked looked extremely bad, but it was hard for her to eat it.

It's no wonder Wen Chu is like this. She ate all kinds of disgusting food when she was young, so now she thinks everything is palatable.
No matter how bad these meals taste, they are still meals after all.

Zhao Wenwen was a little surprised when she saw the small wooden bed beside her. "Have you been sleeping in the same room these days?"

Even in the countryside, it has never happened before for a single man and a single woman to sleep in the same room.

Wen Chu didn't want to do this, but she really had no choice. There was only one room on the left and right, and the other side room was not suitable for anyone to live in. If the two of them didn't live in the same room, should she sleep in the yard outside, or should Song Yusheng go?
She didn't want to talk more about this topic, so she changed the subject. Zhao Wenwen was not very thoughtful, so she avoided the question in a few words. She asked again, "Sister, I heard that there is a Taoist priest in Baishan Town who tells people's fortunes recently, and he is always right. Is it you?"

Wen Chu did not hide it either. After all, even if she didn't say it now, they would know it in the future. She nodded.

When Zhao Wenwen heard Wen Chu say this, she hurriedly said, "Sister, can you tell me my fortune and tell me the name of my ideal husband?"

Aunt Yang cooked the meal in a short while and brought it to Song Yusheng. She couldn't help but look at him a few times. This man was really too outstanding. That day, she only saw his blood and didn't care about anything else. Now after he washed himself, she saw that he looked so handsome.

Forget it. Such a person is good-looking but useless. Even if I pick him up, I still have to worship him. I don’t know what Wen Chu is thinking.

Song Yusheng just pretended not to see Aunt Yang's eyes, and even smiled and said, "Thank you."

Seeing that the person was so friendly, Aunt Yang couldn't say anything more. She just heard Zhao Wenwen's words, so she pinched her and said, "Don't ask Chu Niang questions. Let's go home."

Zhao Wenwen had no choice but to leave this place reluctantly, and before leaving she stole a few glances at Song Yusheng.

Wen Chu knew that aristocratic families valued rules the most, so she said to Song Yusheng, "Wenwen is young and can't hide things. I've never seen someone as pretty as you, so it's inevitable that I looked at you a few more times."

Song Yusheng had long been accustomed to these looks. When he was in Kyoto, people always looked at him like this.

He looked at Wen Chu with a smile and asked, "Is it really beautiful?"

"Does the girl feel the same way?"

The candlelight flickered, the lights flickered, and Song Yusheng's smile seemed less genuine at this moment.

Wen Chu couldn't believe what he heard and looked at Song Yusheng in disbelief.

These questions were usually asked when a man and a woman were trying to reconcile their feelings. Song Yusheng had a very nice voice. Even though he was in a clear and positive mood and said these words as if he were just asking the most ordinary questions, it still gave Wen Chu goose bumps.

Wen Chu finally came back to her senses. Was this Song Yusheng? Did she really pick up the wrong person?
She had greeted Song Yusheng several times in Kyoto before. Although Song Yusheng always smiled at everyone, Wen Chu felt that although he was smiling, his words and actions kept people at a distance. Therefore, Wen Chu subconsciously felt that this person was very cold, and was the same to everyone.

Did he hurt his brain this time?
Strange, it's really strange.
Song Yusheng saw her like this, but he didn't feel anything at all, and even found her unpredictable expression very interesting. But he stopped at the right time and didn't intend to continue to ask questions. But just as he was about to speak, he heard Wen Chu say, "Yes, the young man is very handsome, better looking than anyone I have ever seen."

As Wen Chu spoke, the candlelight reflected in her eyes, making her almond-shaped eyes sparkle.

Since he was a child, he has heard countless people flatter him in this way, but he didn't know why these words came from Wen Chu's mouth.

Every word and sentence is extremely bewitching.

Testing her failed and instead made her lose her mind. The little Taoist priest was very good at lying and it was unexpected that he would hear any truth from her mouth.

He just smiled faintly and stopped talking.

Wen Chu didn't know why Song Yusheng suddenly asked this, but she knew that during this period of time, she had to please her God of Wealth. This way, when Song Yusheng returned to Beijing in the future, he would not forget her, his lifesaver. After the meal, Wen Chu cleaned up the dishes and brought gauze to change the medicine for Song Yusheng. She said, "I'll change the medicine for you first, so I have to remove the gauze."

Song Yusheng understood, and he lifted the quilt on his body. Wen Chu did not hesitate to see this. Wen Chu told herself in her heart that Song Yusheng was not a man, but her God of Wealth. Changing the medicine for the God of Wealth was not a big deal. However, even so, when her fingers touched Song Yusheng's skin, her hands still trembled uncontrollably.

His skin was very white, and you could vaguely see the color of blue veins. Song Yusheng looked like this, and Wen Chu felt that it would be a blasphemy to touch him like this.

However, when she lifted the gauze and saw the wounds on Song Yusheng's body, she no longer had these thoughts.

Even though they have healed a lot, the wounds are still very horrifying. When the gauze is lifted, there is still blood and flesh stuck together. Just looking at them is unbearable.

The pungent smell of blood filled the air, and Wen Chu thought back to the time when Fang picked up Song Yusheng. At that time, he was like a demon from hell, and everyone avoided him.

Wen Chu thought to himself, how much hatred and resentment it must be to be so cruel and take someone's life. Song Yusheng, the prince of the Duke's Mansion, had fallen to such a state that he couldn't even afford to take supplements and could only use inferior medicines from the countryside. It was really unlucky for him.

It was extremely painful when applying the medicine, but Song Yusheng did not make a sound from beginning to end even though he was sweating profusely.

Wen Chu couldn't bear to watch it anymore, she whispered: "If it hurts so much, there's no need to endure it, it's okay for you to scream."

Song Yusheng gritted his teeth, and a sound came out of his throat intermittently. He said, "Why should people listen to the noisy babbling?"

He was in so much pain, but even so, he only said these words in a trembling voice and then fell silent.

Wen Chu tried her best to slow down her movements. She was stunned for a moment when she heard Song Yusheng's words, but she quickly said, "At the third drum, the moon is lonely and the air is solemn, and everyone is silent. My home is remote, and no one will hear the young master's voice." She paused and added, "Besides, I have seen the young master in his most miserable state. I will definitely not be disgusted if he shouts out this time."

Yes, Wen Chu saw his most miserable appearance. Why did he endure it so much?
Song Yusheng had been injured when he was a child. He was still very young at that time, and the pain was unbearable, so he cried out. However, he was scolded by his father. His father said that he could not even cry. Even if he was in extreme pain, he could not let anyone see it, not even in front of his parents.

Even though Song Yusheng no longer had to listen to his father, he subconsciously kept silent when he was in pain.

There is no need to let others see or hear your pain, and no one will feel sad about it.

In the end, Wen Chu did not hear Song Yusheng's voice. At most, he let out a low cry when he could no longer hold back.

Wen Chu had no choice but to make small talk to distract Song Yusheng's attention.

It took a long time to change the medicine.

Finally, Wen Chu brought a cloth and wiped his body before he was done.

Wen Chu didn't know why Song Yusheng had fallen into such a situation, but as the prince of the Duke's Mansion, he was not safe. And Song Yusheng's habit of not daring to say anything when he was injured came from nowhere. Thinking of the scene when he fell under the banyan tree, it was the same. If he had begged her, she would have softened her heart, but he said nothing and just watched her leave.

Song Yusheng had closed her eyes to rest. She was extremely tired today and soon lay down and fell asleep.

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The next evening, Wen Chu went to the town's clothing store when he returned home. Previously, because Song Yusheng had been lying in bed, there was no need for him to wear clothes. In addition, during that period, Wen Chu didn't even have money to buy medicine, let alone buy clothes. But now that he had money, he had to buy Song Yusheng some clothes.

She had been fortune-telling in the town for about ten days, and many people knew her. Today she closed her stall early, and many people greeted her when she walked on the street.

An older woman greeted her with a smile, "Little Taoist priest, why are you returning home so early today?"

This auntie once came to Wen Chu to ask him to calculate her son's marriage fate. Her son is now 30 years old and still not married. The auntie had given up hope. However, after looking at her son's birth chart, she found out that he would just marry late and there was no need to worry.

The aunt had also heard of Wen Chu's reputation, so she felt relieved.

Wen Chu was good at reading faces and fortune telling, and the girl was fair-skinned with bright eyes, and was liked by men, women, young and old. She was easy-going, and many aunts liked to talk to her.

This auntie is also very kind-hearted. If she meets Wen Chu on the road, she will often come to say hello.

Wen Chu saw that the aunt wanted to talk to her again, so she smiled and replied, "Yes, I have something to do today, so I'm going home early."

When the auntie saw that she had something to do, she stopped chatting and left without saying a few words.

In addition to clothes, she also bought chicken soup from the restaurant and brought it home to nourish Song Yusheng.

Aunt Yang's husband would drive a ox cart to the town every day to sell vegetables he grew. In Zhaojia Village, apart from Doctor Zhao and Aunt Yang's family, few people were willing to get close to Wen Chu.

If he could make it in time, Wen Chu would often ride on Aunt Yang's husband's ox cart back to the village.

After getting on the ox cart to go home, she held the chicken soup very carefully, for fear that any of the soup would spill. After getting off the ox cart, she even took smaller steps than usual.

This bowl of chicken soup is not cheap. Wen Chu hasn't had much good food since Old Man Wen passed away. If it weren't for the fact that Song Yusheng needed to replenish his body this time, she would not have been willing to buy it.

Just by smelling the aroma of the chicken soup, she felt much happier both physically and mentally.

However, even with such careful escort along the way, something still happened at the doorstep.

Wen Chu saw several men gathered at the door, leaning against the window and looking into the house.

They were lying on the window, and when they saw Wen Chu coming back, they burst into malicious laughter, "Wen Chu, are you shameless? You are hiding a wild man at home."

(End of this chapter)