Chapter 85: Recuperation 2
Yin Zijin's feet had been suffering from pain for a long time. The originally spotless white foot binding cloth was now stained red with blood, as shocking as a blossoming red plum.
He really couldn't bear such pain, and he didn't want it to cause him to become disabled in the future and unable to walk freely. On the other hand, he had promised Zhang that if he could not make a standard three-inch golden lotus, then he would not be able to learn medicine. In this depressing and complicated ancient times, learning medicine was the only thing that could make him happy...
Thinking of this, Yin Zijin lifted the thin blanket covering her body, revealing her badly ravaged little feet. Seeing this, Wan Yue, who was standing by, carefully moved Yin Zijin's feet to the edge of the bed, then turned around to prepare what was needed.
Yin Zijin stared at her cute little feet silently, with a look of confusion and contemplation in her eyes: "Can I, a six or seven-year-old, really escape successfully? Even if I manage to escape the cage by pretending to be dead, what should I do after losing the important proof of the pass?
Do I have to make a living by practicing medicine? However, the cruel reality is that I cannot even fully recognize ancient characters. Who would be willing to entrust their life to a young and ignorant child for medical treatment?
As for Zhang Peng, if he is not a reliable person, the consequences will be unimaginable! Perhaps someone would accuse me of being greedy for wealth and fame, and obsessed with power and status, but at this moment, my only desire is just to survive.
I don’t know why, but Yin Zijin can never muster much good feelings towards Zhang Peng. As early as in modern times, he knew that Zhang Peng was in love with men, and he was approaching him, perhaps for other purposes... " Thoughts surged like a tide, Yin Zijin fell into endless random guesses, and the whole person seemed to be isolated from the outside world.
It was not until the moment Wanyue returned that Yin Zijin suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had just experienced a long and absurd brainstorming session.
Wanyue gently placed Yin Zijin's feet on the foot-binding stool and called softly, "Miss, I'm starting. It's a little painful, please bear with it."
Yin Zijin came back to his senses, nodded and asked: "You are so young, but you also know how to bind your feet."
Wan Yue kept moving her hands and nodded, saying, "I learned this from the old maids in the palace. After leaving the palace, the maids get older and it's hard for them to get married. When they get old, they have no one to rely on.
What a skill of foot binding! No matter whether they are rich or poor, as long as they have a daughter, they will ask someone with good memory to bind her feet, in order to make her have three-inch golden lotus feet so that their daughter can marry into a good family.
After learning this skill, I will have a way to make a living when I get old. ”
Wan Yue then smiled and said, "Luckily, the Crown Prince appreciates me. Now that I am favored by the Crown Prince, my life will probably be easier in the future. But I have learned the foot-binding technique for so long that I can't forget it..."
Wanyue chattered like a little sparrow, but no one responded to her. She turned her head and saw that Yin Zijin was gritting his teeth, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. It was obvious that he was in great pain.
Wanyue's heart tightened and she quickly quickened her movements. She carefully washed Yin Zijin's feet and gently placed them in a basin filled with herbal powder. The powder exudes a faint fragrance, which makes people feel very comfortable when they smell it.
As time went by, the pain on Yin Zijin's face gradually eased, and his frown slowly relaxed. Seeing this, Wanyue finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and smiled with relief.
Little did he know that even greater pain was waiting for him ahead. Wanyue gently put Yin Zijin's small and delicate feet into warm water, carefully washing every corner. When she felt it was soft enough, she carefully took it out, gently wiped it clean with a towel, and evenly applied a layer of ointment with a light fragrance.
However, this is just the beginning. Then, Wanyue picked up the snow-white foot binding cloth without hesitation and wrapped it tightly around Yin Zijin's feet. Her movements were swift and powerful, as if she wanted to concentrate all her strength at this moment. Yin Zijin was tortured by the sudden severe pain and couldn't help but scream in a low voice, her voice filled with unbearable pain and despair.
But the foot binding was as hard as steel, wrapping around Yin Zijin's feet layer by layer, making her almost unable to move. Before long, the foot had been wrapped smaller.
Wanyue carefully put the exquisite pointed cloth shoes on Yin Zijin's small feet and said softly, "Girl, you should get up and move around a bit. It's not good to lie in bed all the time." Her voice was as gentle as water, but firm.
So, every hour, Wanyue would gently help Yin Zijin up and carefully support her as she slowly paced around the room. However, no matter when or where, that kind of piercing pain always follows Yin Zijin like a shadow, tightly entangling him. It was like a ruthless sword, piercing Yin Zijin's feet all the time, making it impossible for her to ignore the cruel reality that her feet were forced to be bound.
Not only that, the waves of swelling and unbearable itching in her chest became more and more intense, as if constantly telling Yin Zijin that subtle and terrifying changes were taking place in her body. These pains and discomforts intertwined together like a dense net, binding Yin Zijin tightly and making it impossible for him to escape.
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In this way, Yin Zijin rested in Fu'an Temple for seven days before his health gradually improved. It was the height of summer and the heat was unbearable. Fu'an Temple was naturally incomparable to Yin Mansion. There were neither ice cubes nor ice jars to cool down.
Even with the windows wide open, Yin Zijin still felt extremely stuffy, as if the whole room was shrouded in an invisible heat. She stared out the window and could vaguely see stars twinkling in the sky. She couldn't help but murmured, "It's so hot and humid, it must be raining soon!"
Wan Yue, who was standing by, heard this and nodded slightly in agreement. Yin Zijin said to her irritably, "Wanyue, let's go for a walk! It's so hot and humid, and I can't sleep because I'm tossing and turning."
Wanyue nodded, carefully helped Yin Zijin, who was staggering, up, and together they crossed the green bamboo screen that surrounded them and slowly walked out of the house.
Yin Zijin was wearing a light pink skirt. The soft fabric fit her slender body perfectly, showing off her slender waist to the fullest. She had her hair in a pair of lovely buns and was not wearing any makeup.
But her face is as beautiful as a flower and is unforgettable. There is endless charm flowing between her eyes and eyebrows, and every frown and smile is touching; her skin is whiter than snow and as smooth as white jade, warm and delicate; her figure is graceful and elegant, just like a willow in the wind. She is truly a beauty that can topple a country or a city, a beauty that can shame the moon and flowers! There are only a few beauties like this in the Great Sheng Dynasty.
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