Xie Ling stared at Wei Xiuchu's legs. "How about this? I'll treat your legs and use that as my accommodation fee and your martial arts tuition fee, how about that?"
Wei Xiuchu laughed: "Kid, you don't understand. No one in the world can cure my legs. Just stay calm and don't worry about anything else."
Xie Ling shook her head. "I don't like to take advantage of others. You and I are not related. If I really come to live here, I will definitely repay you."
After a pause, Xie Ling yawned and said, "Let me think about it overnight. I'll see you today. You should also go to bed early."
Wei Xiuchu nodded, "Okay."
After Xie Ling finished speaking, she turned around and went back to the inn along the same route.
Wei Xiuchu stayed where he was until he could no longer see Xie Ling, then he slowly entered the mansion.
He bent his eyes all the way and almost fell down the stairs.
Even Wei Xiuchu himself didn't know what he was so happy about.
It's really strange.
He is just an ordinary boy, why am I so close to him?
Wei Xiuchu sat under the pear tree, holding his chin and thinking.
Probably because of the similar backs and the same surname.
He hasn't been this happy since he hurt his leg.
It was as if all the gloom and guilt were blown away by the wind in an instant, and the sunshine came in, with a spring breeze blowing and warmth everywhere.
This is a kind of freedom and joy that comes from the heart.
Even Wei Wuji and Wei Linglong couldn't give it to him.
Thinking of Wei Linglong, Wei Xiuchu's eyes flashed with worry and he sighed softly.
——
After Xie Ling returned to the inn, she closed the door and fell asleep.
He was already tired from the journey, and after fighting two times, his entire body felt like it was falling apart.
It was noon and the bright sunlight shone through the bed curtains directly onto Xie Ling's face.
Xie Ling's eyelids were stinging, and all she could see was white. The sounds of the hustle and bustle on the long street came from afar, as if hazy through a layer of fog.
She raised her hand to cover her forehead, and after a while she slowly regained her sight, and the scene in the house gradually became clear.
In Sinan, she worked day and night, busy with endless things to do every day, and she was exhausted on the journey to Wei Zhao. She hadn't slept so soundly in a long time.
"Waiter, bring a basin of hot water."
After washing up, Xie Ling sat in front of the bed with her brows furrowed.
She seemed to have forgotten something?
What?
"All those who are outside the circle, please leave!"
Amid the chaotic noise, the cruel official's fierce roar was very clear, coming from far away under the window sill.
Xie Ling walked over and looked down.
On the street, a large crowd of people gathered and the noise was deafening.
Several cruel officials wearing round-collared black uniforms stood near the plum tree, holding knives and with stern faces.
Seeing the plum tree under the window, Xie Ling finally remembered!
Masked uncle!
She promised the uncle that she would go find him!
Xie Ling knocked his head. He was so sleepy that he even forgot about this.
She quickly changed her appearance and hurried out.
The shopkeeper ran after her and shouted, "Sir, are you still staying?"
Xie Ling paused, turned around and said loudly: "I can't stand it anymore!"
——
There is no plaque hanging in Prince Yong's Palace, and its doors have been closed and deserted for more than ten years.
At this moment, Wei Xiuchu was sitting at the door with it open, his eyes fixed on the street outside.
In winter, the sun rises late and the night is hazy. A few stars hang in the sky, twinkling faintly.
Every inch of land on Shenwu Street is worth a lot of money, and all the residents are royal relatives, princes, and generals.
Prince Yong's Mansion is located on the only way to the imperial palace.
Many officials would pass by Prince Yong's Mansion on their way to court.
When everyone saw the open door, they all widened their eyes in surprise.
You should know that since that incident more than ten years ago, King Yong has never appeared in public again.
He was never seen at any palace banquet or court affairs.
He gradually became a legend in Wei Zhao's history, and people slowly forgot about this high-spirited Third Prince who drove away foreign enemies.
At this moment, looking at the open door, everyone couldn't help but take a few more glances inside.
I want to know whether the once brilliant Prince Yong is really disabled in both legs as rumored and cannot get out of a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
The crescent moon hangs alone in the sky, and the man is tall and slender, leaning lazily in the wheelchair.
The moonlight shone on his indifferent crane cloak, so clear and bright, just like the ice and snow on the top of the mountain, lonely and cold.
Even with a mask on, his elegant and graceful temperament could not be concealed. He is indeed the once stunning Prince Yong.
But those legs...
He was wearing a mask, so maybe his face was…
well.
The officials showed sympathy in their eyes, but quickly looked away, not daring to look again.
Ever since the fire, what Wei Xiuchu hated most was the inquiring looks from others.
He is not a saint.
Once a favored child of heaven fell into the quagmire and became a half-human, half-ghost, it was very strong that he could still insist on living.
That's why he chose to stay indoors for so many years.
On the avenue, officials hurried past, and many of them looked at their legs, but they pretended not to see them and left as if nothing had happened.
Shock, sympathy, and gloating.
We have everything.
Wei Xiuchu frowned and wanted to turn around and go in.
But it was almost dawn. What if the child came to look for me and took the wrong road or remembered the wrong mansion?
I'd better wait for him here, at least he can see me.
Just as the first rays of morning sun hit the green tiles, a figure hurriedly ran down the street in the distance.
Wei Xiuchu narrowed his eyes.
Under the mask, the pair of cold and indifferent phoenix eyes suddenly became gentle.
I thought this kid is not afraid of falling when running so fast...
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