Chapter 14
Ling Wu withdrew her gaze, sensing the presence beneath the bed, and was slightly taken aback.
Seeing that Lingwu looked preoccupied, Qinglu felt even more worried and regretful, and quickly covered her with the blankets.
"Miss, please rest for a while. I will go and fetch the monk doctor."
Ling Wu shook her head and refused, "No need, you should rest early too."
“But…” Qinglu hesitated, but seeing the determination in Lingwu’s gentle eyes, she finally nodded.
Although Miss remains gentle during this time, she will never change her decisions for anyone.
After Qinglu left, glancing back every few steps, and closed the door, Lingwu finally got out of bed.
She had only taken two steps when she began to sway uncontrollably and nearly fell.
Therefore, before the crimson figure could even brush off the dust, he strode forward to help her up.
Seeing the woman sit down with her hands on the table, Liao Ji felt a little relieved.
He lowered his gaze, then picked up the teapot, poured a cup of water, and handed it to Ling Wu.
His fingers were long and slender, and the way he held the glass of water was ethereal, captivating all who looked at him.
Lingwu accepted the water he offered without hesitation and took a small sip.
The burning sensation that had just returned to her throat was extinguished once again, bringing her a comfortable smile.
"Little monk..."
"master……"
Two voices rang out simultaneously, and Liao Ji nodded first, "Please go first, benefactor."
Lingwu did not refuse. After putting down the teacup, she stood up and bowed.
"I am deeply grateful to Master Ji for his help."
Seeing that her face was pale and her lips were not as vibrant as before, Liao Ji's fingers twitched slightly.
Clearing his mind of all thoughts, Liao Ji said in a deep voice, "Monks are compassionate, so there's no need for thanks, benefactor."
He pursed his lips slightly, seemingly unhappy, and then took a step to leave.
Upon seeing the dust on Ji's clothes and face, Lingwu chuckled.
“If the master goes out like this, I’m afraid that if others see him, they will think that the master has been pounced on by a kitten.”
Liao Ji stopped and turned to look at Ling Wu. His compassionate eyes, illuminated by the dim lamplight, were tinged with worldly confusion.
What does she mean by that?
Lingwu hesitated slightly, but finally handed over a handkerchief, "Master, please wipe yourself."
The woman's eyes were gentle and serene, her gaze seemingly possessing a kind of magic that made one want to explore the depths of her heart and what kind of world she was in.
Liao Ji reached out and took the handkerchief, a slight blush creeping onto his expressionless cheeks.
That's the original meaning.
"Does the benefactor know that you did not catch a cold, but were instead intoxicated by an aphrodisiac?" Liao Ji's voice was somewhat hoarse, and a hint of unease appeared on his face.
Ling Wu lowered her eyes slightly, then nodded, "I know, otherwise I wouldn't have refused to let the master go and find a monk doctor."
Upon hearing Lingwu's words, Liaoji paused in his grip on the handkerchief, his lips taut with anger.
So, would you really risk your own safety for that Young Master Jiang?
But he didn't ask the question. Instead, he clenched the handkerchief in his hand and prepared to take his leave.
Lingwu followed in Ji's footsteps.
The light footsteps of a woman behind him brought a strange sense of joy to Ji's heart.
He unconsciously curled his lips into a smile, wanting to turn around, when he heard her say again:
"Master, you have saved me from this predicament. The Bai family will donate some money for incense offerings to Cangshan Temple. We hope you will not find it offensive."
Liao Ji suddenly stopped, slowly turned around and stared at Ling Wu, a hint of self-mockery in the corner of his lips.
"Miss Bai, do you think this humble monk only offered his help for money?"
Lingwu shook her head, her eyes sincere and gentle: "No, Master Liaoji is not like that. Master Liaoji is compassionate, and I am only repaying his kindness in this way."
Liao Ji showed no other emotion, and said indifferently, "It was just a small favor." Was his only praiseworthy quality being compassion?
“But in my eyes it is a great favor.” Ling Wu’s words left Ji speechless.
She gazed at Ji with a smile, "I am deeply grateful for your help today, Master, and I will certainly repay you in the future."
Ling Wu's expression was serious, without the slightest hint of perfunctoriness or amusement.
Liao Ji didn't know how to respond to Ling Wu, because the woman's eyes were too clear and open, which even gave him a slight delusion that her feelings could be for him.
But in the end, he still turned and left.
Having overcome the tribulations of love, one must now be deeply immersed in them.
But at this moment, he didn't want to think about it anymore.
Beauty fades and bones wither; after overcoming the tribulations of love, one treads upon a pink skull and becomes the Buddha that everyone dreams of.
But he didn't want to see the light in her gentle eyes dimmed by love...
The next day, the door to room number thirteen opened from the inside.
Jiang Qiyue's white robe was stained with blood, all from scratches she had made herself with shards of a broken teapot.
But the medicine was too strong, and he still couldn't resist it.
Last night, all I could see in my dreams was her graceful figure.
Every frown and smile, every gesture, was both alluring and frivolous, yet noble and pure.
He couldn't resist and couldn't suppress the desire in his heart.
His fingertips traced the woman's face; the touch was soft, and he couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss her.
He was taken advantage of for one night, yet with tenderness, which made him unable to resist his desire.
But after waking up, everything was just an illusion.
He once didn't know what love and desire were, nor did he know why those "scoundrels" he had always looked down on were indulging in sensual pleasures all day long.
But now he knew.
Beneath the magnolia tree, he waited patiently until the moonlight rose high in the sky. Finally, his subordinate, unable to bear it any longer, bowed and hesitantly said, "Young Master, Miss Bai has already returned to her residence..."
Jiang Qi's low laughter was broken, and after a long while he nodded and regained his usual coldness.
"Hmm, let's go back to the manor." He turned and left indifferently, but his hands clenched tightly under his sleeves.
Lingwu leaned against the carriage, half asleep. The green curtains were half drawn, and the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers drifted in. Lingwu's furrowed brows relaxed.
Lingwu opened her watery eyes and saw a ragged beggar outside.
"Shengjing is about to change."
Qinglu was puzzled. "Why do you say that, Miss?"
"This spring drought will likely leave people starving by January, followed by... an epidemic."
The carriage stopped, and Lingwu looked at the beggar kowtowing and bowing with the silver coins in his hands. "Keep an eye out for anyone who is sick outside the city gate these days. If anyone is, be sure to come and tell me immediately."
Qinglu nodded quickly upon hearing this, "Don't worry, Miss, I understand!"
Lingwu whispered a location in her ear, then smoothed her sleeve and said with a smile, "After you find him, whatever conditions he proposes, as long as they are within the scope of the manor, you shall agree to them."
Qinglu pursed her lips and nodded, saying, "Yes!"
The carriage continued on its way, the sound of the horses' hooves fading into the distance. Qinglu lifted the curtain and saw the beggar still kneeling by the roadside, and couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow in her heart.
The Bai family has no shortage of gold and silver; the master, mistress, and young lady are all kind-hearted people.
But this approach is not a long-term solution.
Ling Wu knew this, but she wasn't in a hurry.
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