Chapter 41 Call her Qingqing?

Zhao Tong instantly broke into a sweat for Qing Wu. How could his current master get down? Wouldn't that just rub salt into his wounds? As cold sweat trickled down his spine into his collar, he saw Xiao Ji had already wheeled his wheelchair to the door of the carriage. All that was left was for them to carry him down.

When Zhao Tong realized that he was being too sentimental, Fugui had already leaned on the edge of the wheelchair. He had to suppress his speechless heart, and the two of them used all their strength to lift Xiao Ji down.

Seeing this, Qing Wu immediately turned around. She was so stunned by the first sight that she had forgotten Xiao Ji's leg problem. Feeling guilty, she hurried back to Xiao Ji's side. Naturally, she wanted to make amends, so she said, "Let me do it."

Before Zhao Tong could say anything to stop her, Qingwu had already stood behind the wheelchair, grasped the handles with both hands, and pushed the wheelchair forward. This shocked Zhao Tong again. The wheelchair was made of rosewood, dense and heavy, weighing dozens of kilograms. The master was also tall, and how could the lady push such a weight of nearly 200 kilograms?

Xiao Ji, who was sitting in a wheelchair, couldn't help but show a look of astonishment. He slowly withdrew his hands that were about to be placed on the wheels to help push, but he couldn't help wondering in his heart, is this the strength that his wife, a noble lady, can have?

Receiving the surprised looks from those around him, Qingwu couldn't help but straighten his chest, trying to walk beautifully and push faster.

Seeing this, Yuzhu and Zhuzhu, who came out from the rear carriage, immediately stepped forward to take over, but were also politely rejected by Qingwu, "No, I can still push it."

However, it wasn't long before Qingwu secretly regretted it. The palace was dilapidated, and the cracks in the stone slabs in front of the gate were overgrown with weeds. Pushing was extremely difficult, but her pride was strong, so she forced herself to push until she reached the palace gate, then she pretended to let go.

"Open the door."

She looked relaxed and carefree, but Xiao Ji, who was sitting in a wheelchair, caught a glimpse of the redness of her palm hidden in her sleeve. Her hand was as white as mutton-fat jade, and the red spot on her palm was naturally very obvious. A smile appeared in his eyes, and the doubts in his heart naturally disappeared.

Although she is a little stronger, it is still normal. There are also many guards who are born with supernatural powers. It is not unusual for some girls to be stronger.

That is, it is a little better.

Looking at Qingwu's back, who was trying hard to maintain a dignified demeanor, Xiao Ji felt that the wind in this deserted palace didn't seem so biting anymore.

The door of the palace was locked. The key had been delivered yesterday. The heavy copper-nailed door slowly opened with a creaking sound, and the dust that was raised was filled with the smell of stale rotten wood and blew in the face.

Outside the palace, weeds grew thick and wild, and inside, no less. Xiao Ji's gaze swept over the corridors, which were covered in cobwebs and had faded in their paintings. Yet, even from a glance, one could still sense the splendor of the Wu Palace in its former glory.

While he was looking at it quietly, Qingwu had already walked into the palace courtyard. Although it looked very dilapidated in the eyes of others, Qingwu had lived in an even more dilapidated place when he followed his grandmother to practice medicine.

In her eyes, although this palace had been abandoned for a long time, it was well-built, nestled against the mountains and beside the water. With a simple renovation, it could become an excellent residence. She could even grow vegetables, fruits, and medicinal herbs on the land around the palace...

Xiao Ji was pushed forward by Zhao Tong. They followed Qing Wu and listened to Qing Wu muttering along the way, saying that a date tree could be planted here and a swing could be built over there. Unconsciously, looking at these dilapidated palaces did not seem so painful anymore, and a sense of hope surged in their hearts.

When they reached the outside of the main hall of the temporary palace, Zhao Tong stopped pushing forward and said, "Master, please wait here for a while. Let's go outside to pull the carriage in and clean it up."

Xiao Ji nodded, and Zhao Tong called Fugui and took the jade beads with him out, "There are too many things, please help me, ladies."

Yuzhuzhu was frightened and dared not refuse, so she followed him out. Soon, only Qingwu and Xiaoji were left in the courtyard.

The sunlight in mid-March was so warm that it made Qingwu feel a little sleepy, but he was still outside and there was not even a place to sit... Actually, there was.

If it were the Qingwu of the past, she would have just found a stone step to sit down, but now Qingwu still remembers her identity, she is "Xi Qingtong", and Xi Qingtong would never do such a disgraceful thing.

Qing Wu had no choice but to talk to Xiao Ji, "Liu Lang..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she heard a rumbling sound of her stomach. It was certainly not Qingwu's stomach, as she had eaten meat patties in the carriage. Qingwu's gaze naturally fell on Xiao Ji.

The young man's face showed embarrassment. He turned his face away, coughed twice pretending to be calm, and changed the subject: "What do you want to say?" Before he finished speaking, there was another muffled sound in his stomach.

In fact, in Qingwu's eyes, there was nothing shameful about a rumbling stomach, but Xiao Ji's reaction was really uncontrollable for her. She bit her lower lip, forced herself to hold back her smile and took two steps closer.

The warm sunlight, wrapped in the fragrance from her body, drifted over. The young man in the wheelchair leaned back unconsciously, as if he was afraid of drowning in the warm fragrance.

"I want to..." Qing Wu leaned closer to Xiao Ji, with a teasing light in his eyes, "I want to ask Liu Lang if he is hungry."

Xiao Ji's ears suddenly felt burning, but he still forced himself to say in a cold voice: "It's just a rumbling in the stomach, there's nothing to be alarmed about." Having said that, before he finished speaking, there was another untimely muffled sound in his stomach, as if ruthlessly exposing his pretense.

Qingwu could no longer hold back and chuckled. The spring sunshine fell on the top of her head and flowed through her black hair as her body trembled.

She turned around and smiled, going back the way she came. Xiao Ji was sulking because of her teasing, and naturally didn't want to care about what Qing Wu was doing. Unexpectedly, a moment later, a white wrist and half a meat pie suddenly stretched out in front of him.

The half piece of meat pie still had her neat teeth marks on it. Xiao Ji was stunned again. When had anyone dared to ask him to eat the leftovers?

Qing Wu was completely unaware of this. She even deliberately shook the meat pie in front of Xiao Ji. The crispy crust fluttered in the wind, and the aroma of meat filled the air. Xiao Ji's stomach growled again.

He immediately turned his head away and didn't look at the meat pie. Seeing his arrogant look, Qing Wu smiled and said softly, "Liu Lang, don't be so stubborn. Eat a couple of bites to fill your stomach. I'll cook for you after you've cleaned up."

Xiao Ji's face suddenly turned hot, and he felt a surge of anger in his heart. He snatched the meat pie and stuffed it into his mouth. Seeing this, Qing Wu laughed even louder.

The boy's face grew hotter, but he ate without saying a word. He chewed the meat pie angrily, as if he was using it to vent his anger. But as he ate, he was finally conquered by the meat pie, and his expression gradually relaxed.

Now, thinking of her willingness to come and endure hardships with him, and thinking of her efforts to push him just now, and looking at the girl with curved eyebrows in front of him, Xiao Ji's anger at being teased disappeared. After thinking for a while, he said aloud: "Qingtong..."

But just as he called out his name, he was interrupted by the girl in front of him, "Don't call me that."

Although Qing Wu agreed to exchange identities with Xi Qingtong, she didn't want to be called "Xi Qingtong." Catching a glimpse of the surprise in Xiao Ji's eyes, she realized she had overreacted. She thought for a moment and smiled, "Calling you Qingtong is too unfamiliar. I've been calling you Liu Lang."

Is this still unfamiliar?

But compared to the word "Liu Lang", it does seem inferior... Xiao Ji looked up at Qing Wu, "Then what should I call you?"

Should he call her "Tong'er"? But he couldn't bring himself to say that name, as they weren't actually that familiar with each other.

Qing Wu thought for a moment and said, "Liu Lang, please call me Qing Qing."

This is more intimate and not too abrupt. Then the boy in front of him saw his face suddenly turn red.

My dear?