Gu Qingsheng didn't see that when she asked this question, Bai Lu's expression was unnatural and she was stunned for a moment, and then her tone was hesitant.
"Those bandits...those bandits..."
"Those bandits..."
The hands that were serving porridge to Gu Qingsheng were shaking. A trace of fear flashed across Bai Lu's eyes, and suddenly she smiled at Gu Qingsheng.
"I haven't seen the Imperial Master in the past two days. After all, this Luofo Temple is where the Imperial Master grew up. He must have a lot of things to do after arriving here, so he's been busy."
"However, the princess's ointment, herbs, and nourishing foods were all sent by the Imperial Master. When the Imperial Master is free, he will definitely come to see the princess."
Bai Lu's words made Gu Qingsheng choke. She coughed twice, glanced at Bai Lu, opened her mouth and slowly drank the porridge that was fed to her.
"I didn't think of asking him to come see me, I just asked casually."
Today was the first day she woke up. In the afternoon, she leaned on a gold-thread cushion and could barely move slightly while avoiding the wound.
The wound was very deep, but fortunately it was treated well in the past two days and there were no symptoms of inflammation.
After dinner, Bai Lu left.
Gu Qingsheng lay on a couch covered with three layers of mattresses, looking at the cool crescent moon outside the window, feeling a little sleepy.
There was also some light in her slightly closed eyes.
I remember that in my previous life, such a crescent moon also appeared outside the small wooden window of the general's mansion.
With a round fan and a pot of tea, Gu Qingsheng could look at the moonlight by the window all night long.
I thought of my own unbearable first half of life, and of Bai Lu who was beaten to death and not even buried.
I remembered the passionate heart I had for Chu Zhiyao when I was in Prince Duan’s Mansion.
At that time, she was so lonely that her bones were cold.
One wrong step leads to another. The huge general's mansion couldn't even hold a handful of her ashes.
Perhaps in this situation, people always like to think about some unnecessary things.
In the quiet night, there is only the sound of insects chirping, and it is late at night.
In the main hall of Luofo Temple, the golden statue of Buddha is majestic and tranquil.
There were only two red candles lit on both sides of the hall, half burned out, and drops of candle tears fell.
The sound of wooden fish echoed in the huge room. The monk sitting on the cushion had an old face but a straight body. There was an aura of oppression around him and he was muttering to himself.
The little monk standing at the door looked at the moon hanging high in the sky, then gently pushed the door open and went in.
"Master Jingyuan, it's late."
The sound of the wooden fish continued, and Jingyuan looked calm until he finished chanting the sutra.
He stood up with his hands folded and said to the Buddha statue
"Amitabha."
Then he turned and looked at the little monk
"I heard that Princess Changle has woken up today? How is her health?"
"yes."
The little monk answered.
"I heard from the princess's maid that she is no longer seriously injured, but she is still a little weak. She can now eat some liquid food normally, and her wounds are slowly healing."
Jing Yuan opened her dark eyes and spoke in a low voice.
"That's good."
Holding three long incense sticks, light the candles beside
"Send some more tonic tomorrow. The wound is in the recovery stage these days, which is a relatively important stage. Send some mild medicine."
"Yes, Master."
Just as the little monk finished replying, there was a crisp sound of several tiles falling from the low wall of the outer courtyard.
There was a gravel road below, and the fallen tiles were all over the road.
A gust of wind blew from somewhere, causing the red candle to sway a little. Jing Yuan glanced outward calmly.
"Where is the Imperial Master?"
"I don't know."
After hearing the monk's answer, Jingyuan inserted the incense in his hand into the incense holder and closed his eyes.
"No need to send more tonic."
"Yes, Master."
…
By the middle of the night, Gu Qingsheng had a fever.
This situation is to be expected for such a serious injury.
Bai Lu was waiting in the small room outside, waiting for Gu Qingsheng's call at any time.
It was like a fire that burned her until she became paralyzed and unable to move her limbs.
Because a few slight coughs affected her heart and lungs, a pain shot up from the bottom of her heart. Subconsciously, Gu Qingsheng wanted to scream in pain, but there was no strength in her throat and no sound came out.
"Bai Lu..."
She forced herself to open her eyes, but the numbness and burning sensation around her eyes made it impossible for her to see anything. She could only vaguely see the shadows of the things in front of her.
"Bai Lu...Bai Lu..."
She called out a few more times, and a white figure slowly appeared in front of her.
The figure was a little cool, and there was a hint of the smell of dew brought back from outside.
The chill made Gu Qingsheng sigh and he leaned closer to him. Because his eyes were too uncomfortable, he simply closed them and leaned on the man.
"Where have you been so late? I called you several times..."
The weak voice made the figure move slightly, and then a bowl of water was handed to Gu Qingsheng's mouth.
He raised his hand to get the water, but his fingers were about to touch the edge of the bowl. A smooth and delicate feeling spread from his palm. Before Gu Qingsheng could feel it any more, his fingers were quickly retracted as if they had been electrocuted.
"Why are you hiding..."
Gu Qingsheng almost spilled the water. After steadying his hands, he slowly let out a sigh, muttered something, and began to drink the water slowly.
As if because of the feeling of powerlessness that she was about to collapse in the next second, the figure hesitated for a moment, took the bowl of water from her hand, and fed Gu Qingsheng very carefully.
I smelled the faint scent of sandalwood, which was very similar to the smell I smelled in the carriage.
The water was clear, but Gu Qingsheng felt much better after drinking it.
She was gently put down and turned over, as if someone was afraid that lying flat would squeeze her wound.
But it was this action that made Gu Qingsheng turn his back to that person.
Neither of them spoke, and the figure was not impatient. He just sat beside the couch and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief dipped in warm water.
His movements were very gentle, as if he was treating a rare treasure.
With this comfort, Gu Qingsheng felt much more at ease and slowly closed his eyes.
Hearing Gu Qingsheng's shallow breathing, the figure let out a breath, as if relieved.
He put his hand on her forehead and tried again.
Although the fever is still there, it is showing signs of subsiding.
Retracting his hand, the figure stood up very carefully, fearing to wake up Gu Qingsheng.
Just as he turned to leave, his sleeve was suddenly grabbed hard!
He was stunned and looked back.
Gu Qingsheng on the couch still had his back to her, but the hand on the outside was stretched out and tightly grasped his sleeve, with his knuckles turning white.
Because the amplitude of this movement was so large that it affected the wound, Gu Qingsheng was sweating profusely from the pain.
"National Master... you've been here for so long, are you sure you don't want to say a word to me before you leave?"
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