Chapter 49
Xue Shun was quite honest. He refused to let them serve him closely and even had to wash his hands by himself even though they injured them. He looked like he was easy to bully.
I have very sensitive eyes and my eyes became tearful as soon as I applied the medicine. He was quite cruel when he applied the medicine.
Shen Jiao had no choice but to be gentler and gentler.
Xue Shun's eyes wandered, not knowing where to put them. Finally, they landed on the medicine bottle and said uncertainly, "This doesn't seem to be the medicine prescribed by Doctor Sun?"
Without even looking up, Shen Jiao said, "This is Huisheng Valley's Regenerating Muscle and Pain Relief Cream. It's more effective. Once it scabs over, apply sheep oil and Jade Face Powder to the scar, and it won't leave a mark. My lord, this is a fresh wound, so a month or two will be enough. If it's an old wound, it'll take longer. The sooner you apply it, the sooner it heals. The Jade Face Powder I have here will probably be enough for a while, but I still have to go to the county to buy sheep oil. It's not too late to do that after I get my monthly salary."
Shen Jiao knew that he had no money, so her words were very considerate.
Xue Shun: ...
"It's just a few scars, it's okay to ignore them...right?"
Shen Jiao's expression was so serious that Xue Shun felt embarrassed to give up.
Of course he should be embarrassed.
God knows how long Shen Jiao endured before she didn't strip him naked and soak him in medicine. Now she finally found a suitable opportunity, and she was even willing to pay for his medicine. He actually didn't want to be treated. He was really ungrateful.
"Sir," Shen Jiao said bitterly, "people should cherish their bodies, just like birds and animals cherish their fur and wings. Not to mention constantly grooming and carefully protecting them, making them smooth and shiny like jade, but at least they should be clean and tidy, with no visible scars, right?"
Xue Shun asked cautiously, "It's hard for birds and animals to be without scars, right?"
"That's not the point," Shen Jiao said rhythmically, "The point is - to be beautiful!"
Shen Jiao gently placed his hand on the table, pointed at the scar on it and said, "And this—is not beautiful."
Xue Shun: ...
He pulled his hand back unhappily and said angrily, "It's up to you. I'll use my monthly allowance to cover the cost of the medicine."
"Young Master is such a reasonable person!" Shen Jiao happily stretched out her hand, "It's not wrapped yet."
Xue Shun hesitated for a moment, then slowly extended his unattractive hand.
Shen Jiao finished quickly, packed up her things and said respectfully, "I'll take my leave. Sir, go to bed early."
"Yeah." Xue Shun nodded, and she left. Her light steps seemed to reveal a sense of joy.
Xue Shun: She seems... really cares about me?
It's not just pitiful, right?
He was a little unsure and nervous. Was this the feeling of being moved?
Xue Shun stood up, feeling a little dizzy.
Oh, no, it's the feeling of being sick.
He slowed down, walked over to the bed and climbed on, falling asleep much faster than going straight to sleep.
How can it not be considered a dreamless night? I slept very soundly.
Anyway, Jin Yu, who was on night watch, had a peaceful night.
Considering Xue Shun's weak condition, he needs to recuperate for some time. Homework is not important, life is not important.
Even the most unreasonable gentleman should be given a few days off, right? But Mr. Song refused to do so!
Xue Shun couldn't go, so he came by himself with his books.
When Qiongzhi opened the door early in the morning, she was shocked to see an old man who looked like a peeled walnut. The sleepiness she felt immediately disappeared. Her yawn turned into a scream: "Ah!!!" which startled several birds standing on the eaves.
Mr. Song frowned, put down his hand that was about to knock on the door, and said coldly, "You always yell and scream, how disrespectful!"
Can talk?
Qiongzhi was surprised and thought: This is actually a person.
Looking again, it was still an acquaintance.
"Mr. Song...Mr. Song, what are you..."
Why is it more wrinkled?
Qiongzhi wanted to ask, but she felt it was not a good idea, so she abruptly changed the subject and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Of course I'm here for class," Mr. Song said, not feeling intimidated at all. He asked, "Where is Mr. Seventeen?"
"I'm still sleeping and haven't woken up yet." Qiongzhi answered subconsciously... pretending to answer subconsciously... but in fact she really wanted to laugh out loud.
Mr. Song was indeed displeased and said, "It's almost dawn, the rooster has already crowed, why haven't you gotten up to study yet?"
Qiongzhi heard footsteps behind him and hurriedly defended him, "The young master is still ill."
Mr. Song wasn't buying it. "A sage, when absorbed in study, forgets to eat. He pursues morality so joyfully that he forgets his sorrows, even unaware of the approach of aging. And yet, at such a young age, he thinks a few simple illnesses are an excuse for not studying? Wouldn't such laziness be laughed at by the world? As a teacher, I would be ashamed. How could I even call myself a scholar? Wake him up quickly; he's already fallen behind in his studies."
"But..." Qiongzhi looked embarrassed.
Shen Jiao hurriedly bowed and said, "Greetings, Mr. Song. You are right. Please come in for a moment and let my young master sort things out.
Qiongzhi, go and wake the young master up quickly. The medicine is ready. Bring it over and he can drink it."
Shen Jiao knew this old walnut too well. If Xue Shun dared not get up today, he would go home. Xue Shun would have to ask him to come back later. Most famous scholars had some strange quirks, and Mr. Song's quirk was probably that he loved reading too much. He always felt that he could keep reading as long as he was alive.
Xue Shun had lost too much blood, let alone all of it. Even if he bled to death, he would still have to lie down and hear the last moment. He was merciful for not coming to his house these few days... It was worth it for Xue Shun to make up a story about him becoming a Buddha instantly, and maybe he could sell it for some money.
Shen Jiao was just thinking about it when he heard Mr. Song mutter to himself, "We have to make up for the days we missed. Since we're sick, it's better not to go to the Zhongyuan Festival to worship our ancestors."
Shen Jiao paused as he was serving tea, almost spilling the water.
I've forgotten that even our ancestors had to read, he really loves reading.
Not to mention Shen Jiao paused after hearing this, even Xue Shun would not be able to stand it.
"This...this is not good, right?" Xue Shun said with a sad face, "After all, I am a descendant of the Xue family. How can I not go to the ancestral hall to worship when I am in the village? Besides, doesn't the teacher have to go to worship the ancestors too? If I delay it, I will be guilty of a great sin."
"That's fine. Sincerity is the key to such things, and worship is practiced everywhere," Mr. Song said nonchalantly. "Besides, you dared to so easily harm your parents' essence and blood, without caring whether they felt heartbroken. Why would you bother about ancestors you've never met? Open the book. Today, I'll talk to you about what it means to be filial and respect your elders."
Xue Shun's face froze. He opened the book silently and read it word by word.
No one cares why.
Everyone will blame him.
The living will blame him, and the dead will certainly hate him. The pain in their hearts will not be reduced in the slightest because of self-harm, but will only increase a lot.
If I had known earlier... I should have hidden it...
Xue Shun recalled the feeling at that time. The moment the bamboo strips pierced his flesh, he felt much better.
"Mr. Song," Shen Jiao interrupted softly, "although studying is important, please wait until my young master has finished his meal before discussing this. Filial piety begins with the body and hair we receive from our parents, and we must not damage them. My young master has been regretting this these past two days and has often mentioned this. I believe he has remembered to take care of himself. Please let him do so."
Shen Jiao doesn't care how much Xue Shun studies. She just wants Xue Shun to be healthy and have to eat.
Mr. Song narrowed his eyes and looked at her. "Alright, I'll give you another moment and make it up later. As for you, how dare a maid disrupt the class? Go kneel in the courtyard."
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