Wanjin Lady

Chapter 440: Wind Moves Heart
"What...medicine?"

"Didn't you carry some wound medicine with you? The same kind you applied on my leg at first."

"No more..." Wei Zheng simply closed his eyes. He was bleeding from his collarbone and had been caught in the rain, so his face was extremely pale. "I only brought that one bottle."

"You—" Wen Wan was furious, her heart instantly twisted into a piece, tears streaming down her face, "Why don't you take care of yourself? Are you doing this on purpose? You're using a tormenting tactic, right? You just want to make me feel guilty!"

"A self-torture scheme?" The man tilted his head to look at her. His hair and clothes were all matted together with sweat, rain, and blood. His cheeks were red and his eyes were terrifyingly bright. "Then, Junior Sister... will... feel even a little bit... even a little bit... of heartache for me?"

Wen Wan bit her lip and said angrily, "How can I not feel sorry for you? You are my senior brother after all, and you have saved me several times. I am not a piece of wood!"

"You have a fever." She placed her hand on Wei Zheng's forehead, feeling it burning hot. "I can only help you pull out the arrow first. Then I can find a doctor for you."

"Okay." Wei Zheng was unusually well-behaved. He sat there with his head tilted to one side, his cheeks flushed, as if he were experiencing a last burst of energy. He just looked at her with a smile, his voice gradually becoming unclear, "Don't be afraid. Even if you die... I won't blame you..."

After saying this, Wei Zheng closed his eyes and remained silent.

Let’s treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!
You may not feel pain if you faint.

Wen Wan began to treat Wei Zheng as a dead horse. She first poured wine into his wound, then put the dagger on the fire to disinfect it, and then cut open the skin and flesh to take out the arrowhead. She felt around and found the bottle of medicine powder. There was still a little left, so Wen Wan poured it all on Wei Zheng's wound.

She bandaged Wei Zheng with strips of cloth torn from her dress, and then spread some hay under him so that he had a place to lie down.

It took half an hour to finish all this.

Wen Wan was sweating profusely and leaning against the wall, gasping for breath. She didn't dare close her eyes and kept observing Wei Zheng's condition.

She casually threw the wood prepared for temple construction in the corridor into the fire, making it burn more vigorously. Sparks flew and crackled, and Wen Wan finally breathed slowly and evenly.

Wei Zheng's high fever persisted, and even in a coma, he frowned and occasionally uttered a low murmur of pain.

Wen Wan used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face and then wiped his limbs with wine, but Wei Zheng was still hot.

He was lying on the floor made of hay with his upper body naked, covered with Wen Wan's dried cloak and clothes looted from the temple. It was drizzling outside and a cool wind was blowing into the hall, but when Wen Wan touched Wei Zheng's back, she found it was still sweaty.

As hot as a fireball.

They even took off his pants and hung them over a wooden rack to roast.

Wen Wan didn't dare to close her eyes at all. She just hoped that the rain would stop soon so that she could go to the nearby area to get help when it was dawn.

She curled up by the fire, drying her clothes and hair, and soon heard Wei Zheng groaning in pain with his eyes closed.

Hun Ge'er is very similar to him. Even when he is uncomfortable, he rarely cries and just whines.

In the second half of the night, Wei Zheng felt cold again. He curled up with his arms around his chest. Even in his sleep, he was in a defensive posture.

Wen Wan touched his limbs and found them cold. Her eyes turned red with anxiety. She gritted her teeth, took off her clothes and got into bed.

They are an old couple, so she is not afraid.

Wen Wan stared at the beam above her head in a daze. After a moment... she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

As soon as the sky was getting light, the rain stopped.

But the air was damp and cold, dark clouds were hanging over the city, and a faint glow of light appeared in the distance among the mountains and forests.

As soon as Wei Zheng opened his eyes, he saw the young lady's plain face.

Very white.

The fire was still on, and when he lowered his head, he saw her thick and long eyelashes and her small and delicate nose.

Looking down, her neck was as shiny as jade.

His body felt sticky and slippery. Further down, the curves of a naked body clung to him, her large breasts pressing against his chest until it went weak, and a snow-white thigh was wrapped around his waist.

Wei Zheng was stunned.

He was probably confused due to his illness, and he dreamed of this unspeakable scene again.

But this cloak... is clearly the one Wenwan wore yesterday.

Is it a dream... or reality?
Unexpectedly, the young lady opposite opened her eyes and groped to get up. There was no panic on her face. She just sat up and began to take off the clothes covering them.

Naked, she began to put on her clothes with her back to him, speaking slowly and calmly, "You lost too much blood last night and your body is cold. I couldn't bear to see you die here, so I resorted to this desperate measure. Please rest assured, my lord, there is nothing wrong between us. This place is deserted, and only this Bodhisattva statue can see us. As long as my lord keeps quiet, this matter will be known to heaven, earth, and you, and me."

--Snapped.

Wei Zheng hit her on the back of her hand.

The orchid-embroidered bra in her hand flew out.

The glaring red, the dazzling yellow, and the orchids on the edge of the bodice, about to bloom, stung Wei Zheng's eyes.

The young lady tilted her head and looked at him.

She had removed all her hairpins and jewelry, leaving her long, black hair flowing down to her waist. She was completely naked, leaving only the cloak covering her chest. The young lady's brows were tightly furrowed, and her face was expressionless.

Wei Zheng was digesting this matter, his mind was confused for a moment, but the words of blame came out first.

"Who do you take yourself for? Who do you take me, Wei Zheng?"

Well, he's full of energy. It seems that this injury won't be fatal.

Wen Wan evaluated it in her mind.

She stretched out two fingers, pinched the yellow orchid bra, and said word by word: "My Lord, I am doing this for your own good."

Wei Zheng gritted his teeth, feeling anger rushing into his head, and completely lost his composure.

The two people were entangled naked together, but Wen Wan still insisted that there was nothing between them.

Where is the innocence?

How to prove innocence?

"That's totally unnecessary." Countless possibilities raced through Wei Zheng's mind, but the thought in his heart couldn't be suppressed, "I will marry you."

He said it word for word.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and the pain in her shoulders made it hard to breathe, but she spoke with determination, "I want to marry you."

Wen Wan tilted her head, staring at him and smiling, "I saved your life, Lord, and yet you actually want to marry me. It's really... repaying kindness with hatred."

Wen Wan put on a tube top and then a coat, but his hand was grabbed by him.

"I told you." Wei Zheng's eyes were captivating and aggressive, "I want to marry you."

"Marry me?" The young lady's eyes darted around like some small, fierce beast. "My Lord, would you like me to be your wife or concubine? My winery is doing well, and I'm not interested in being a slave and serving others with my beauty."

"Of course I'll be your wife!"

Wei Zheng's face turned paler and paler. He had a splitting headache, and the wound also split open. The cotton bandage on his shoulder also oozed blood. "I never thought of making you a concubine."

"Being a wife... that's too much trouble." The young lady frowned, like an old woman. "Not to mention that I'm too laid-back to be a wife of a wealthy family. Let's just say... I still have two children. What do you plan to do with them, sir? Will you let them follow me to the Marquis' Mansion and change their surname to Wei? Can you bear the rumors in Kyoto raising another man's children?"