Chapter 687 is not enough.

"Look, your Master Xie is worried about you, he's even followed you all the way here. Go and see him?" Bai Caiwei teased her, nodding her chin.

Song Chunxue's cheeks flushed, and she said seriously, "I'm easily embarrassed, don't tease me."

Bai Caiwei looked at her with great interest. "I can see that the peach blossoms on your wrist have turned red."

"..." She quickly looked down and saw that the peach branch on her wrist indeed had small flower buds.

She instinctively raised her hand to cover it. "What does this mean?"

"It means that the owner of the peach branch is very tempted, but he is just saying one thing and meaning another." Bai Caiwei put her hands on her hips and sighed, "I have to say, you are really lucky. Not only do you have such a good sword, but you also got Lord Zhao's peach branch. You don't know how many little Taoist nuns have coveted this peach branch before."

She's heard this a lot lately.

Song Chunxue nodded. "That's right. Recently, God has been very kind to me. It's probably a reward for all the suffering I've endured in the first half of my life."

Thinking of something, Bai Caiwei nodded.

"That's true. If my cousin had just gone to work in the fields for a couple of days, she wouldn't be so jealous of you. But don't worry, she won't dare to cause you any trouble in the future. She's afraid of Lord Zhao."

"Okay." Song Chunxue put on her shoes and straightened her clothes.

Bai Caiwei noticed the embroidery on her inner garment and curiously pointed to the brightly colored flowers, saying, "The flowers you embroidered are quite pretty."

Song Chunxue looked down and couldn't help but smile. "It was embroidered by my third daughter-in-law. It's quite beautiful. She's very skillful."

Bai Caiwei nodded. "Then I'll give you some silk thread later so she can embroider two flowers for me. The design of these flowers is quite unique."

"Then I'll have her embroider it on silk." Even if it's sewn onto other fabrics, it won't look heavy.

"Okay, thank you."

As they spoke, they walked out of the house.

As the sun sets in the west, everything seems to be bathed in golden light.

Xie Zheng wore a dark green round-necked cloak with a black belt inlaid with white jade around his waist and a gauze hat. He was eye-catching in the crowd but did not steal the spotlight. The touch of green was just right and pleasing to the eye.

"Sister Song, do you like green?" Bai Caiwei asked in a low voice.

Song Chunxue looked away. "I like all pretty colors, but it also depends on the fabric."

"Really?" Bai Caiwei frowned slightly. "I seem to remember that an older sister who once admired Lord Xie once said that Lord Xie disliked green the most, but he is wearing this kind of green now."

Song Chunxue responded, "That might be because I didn't like it before, but now I think it's okay."

As they spoke, they entered the corridor by the lotus pond, and Lord Xie's gaze remained fixed on her.

However, he first nodded to Bai Caiwei in greeting.

Then, his smile widened significantly as he slowly walked up to Song Chunxue.

"Did you have a good time?"

The setting sun shone into his eyes, and the shimmering water in the lotus pond danced on his face, but nothing was as captivating as his smile.

Song Chunxue's heart suddenly warmed a little. She avoided his gaze and hummed in response, "It's alright. Why did you come? Are you done with your work?"

"Well, it's not a big deal. It's just that those people love to nitpick. I'm too lazy to deal with them now. Yun'er wanted to go shopping, so I went out with her. We came across some delicious fruits on the way, and when I learned that you were here, I came on my own."

His deep, gentle voice was soothing, and he lowered his voice as he spoke, "Did I disturb you?"

Song Chunxue felt a pang in her heart. "No."

Was he afraid she wouldn't fit in with the group, so he came?

She turned to look at the lotus flowers in the pond and suddenly felt very at ease.

She didn't know many of the people here, but Xie Zheng made her feel much more at ease in this unfamiliar place.

The house was surprisingly spacious with many courtyards. The others each found a courtyard to stay in, and at night they planned to go boating under the moon, meditate on the boat, and compose poems.

As the moon rose above the treetops, Xie Zheng bid farewell to everyone, with Song Chunxue accompanying him.

Lord Zhao knew that Xie Zheng had business to attend to the next day, so he did not stop him.

“I will also be going to Uncle Xie’s house to offer birthday wishes tomorrow, so see you then.” Lord Zhao patted Xie Zheng on the shoulder, “Take good care of my junior brother.”

After getting into the carriage, she suddenly became nervous.

Before leaving, Bai Caiwei handed her the porcelain bottle that she had deliberately left behind, in front of everyone.

He even winked at her, saying that such a good thing shouldn't be wasted.

"What's wrong? Do you have something to say?"

Perhaps it was because her gaze lingered on him for too long that Xie Zheng took the initiative to ask a question.

Compared to her wavering mind, he remained calm and composed.

"It's nothing. Is your injury healed?"

"Not yet. It's been hot these past few days, and some areas have developed pus; it's itchy and burning." Xie Zheng looked at her arm. "Is your injury fully healed?"

"Yes, it's all healed now. I peeled off the scab, and this little scar will be completely healed once it's finished," she instructed. "Remember to change the dressing frequently."

"Would you be willing to help me change it?"

"..." She suddenly remembered that he had said last time that he didn't want anyone else to change it, either he would change it himself or she would help him.

Could it be that the pus got there because she didn't help change it?

"good."

Back at the Xie residence, night fell, and they ate chicken noodle soup.

Song Chunxue ate another small bowl of cold noodles.

Seeing his dark green clothes, Song Chunxue couldn't help but ask, "You like green?"

Xie Zheng was stunned for a moment.

"Isn't this what you like?" He stood up and went to the study, his tone light and tinged with amusement.

Her heart skipped a beat. What did he mean by that?

When did she start liking green?

Moreover, judging from what he said, is it because he thinks she likes green that she often wears green clothes?

Is what Bai Caiwei said true?

Although she doesn't dislike green, and can be captivated by dark green, she also likes blue, purple, crimson, and ochre—she loves any good color.

The clothes I used to wear were all faded, dusty, and torn, so now I prefer bright colors.

And how did he come to the conclusion that she liked green?

Full of questions, she went outside to use the outhouse.

After washing my hands in the basin outside the outhouse, I went to take a look in the garden.

Xie Zheng's words made her feel a little flustered.

She practiced her sword in the garden for a while, then raised her wrist and noticed that the dry, gnarled peach branch on her wrist was dotted with eye-catching red buds.

She quickly put the peach branch back into her Qiankun bag.

Once she had calmed down, she went to his house.

Xie Zheng was still practicing calligraphy in his study.

Hearing her footsteps, he placed his brush in the brush washer, lifted the beaded curtain, and went to the outer room.

“I thought you wouldn’t dare to come.” He poured her a cup of tea. “I said that on purpose. It’s fine if Chunshu comes to replace you.”

Song Chunxue sat down. "What's there to be afraid of? Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Xie Zheng smiled and said, "That's true."

He unbuttoned his shirt and took off one sleeve, revealing a white cloth soaked in blood.

Fortunately, there were only slight signs of pus, otherwise, we would have had to cut the flesh.

After bandaging him up, she had a light sheen of sweat on her forehead.

"Don't get it wet, don't drink alcohol, and get some rest."

“Wait a minute,” Xie Zheng pointed to the box on the table, “This is Jade Skin Powder I bought on the street. Yun’er said it works very well. You should try it.”

"You think I'm too old?"

"I..." Xie Zheng was both amused and exasperated. He flicked one sleeve and strode over to her in a few steps. "Sister Song, you're innocent! I just wanted to be nice to you..."

"Pop~"

Xie Zheng's eyes widened.

The next moment, he grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her back.

"The same old trick?" He pulled her close and whispered, "Not enough."