“?!”
Song Yushu suddenly woke up and looked up at Lu Zhixing, wondering what was wrong with his leader.
"You don't want to?" Lu Zhixing looked down at Song Yushu, feeling a little lost and inexplicable.
"Are you kidding?" Song Yushu looked at Lu Zhixing in disbelief. He had thought he'd become a senior partner, but he hadn't expected him to be recruited into the inner court. "This joke isn't funny at all."
Lu Zhixing looked at Song Yushu solemnly, with only her figure in his eyes. "Why do you think this is a joke? I don't want to see you running around outside and getting hurt or even killed."
"So you want to imprison me in the inner courtyard, unable to go out and relying on your breath to survive every day?" Song Yushu was not happy at all. She only respected and admired Lu Zhixing, but she didn't like him to the point of wanting to cook for him.
"I didn't intend to imprison you in the inner courtyard." Lu Zhixing suddenly felt that he had said something wrong. Song Yushu wasn't the type to be content with staying in the inner courtyard. As a concubine, she could only stay in the inner courtyard...
Frightened and angry, Song Yushu ignored the pain in her body, pushed Lu Zhixing away, and stood up. "What do you mean? Although I am a woman, I will never live at the mercy of others. I stay by your side to be your sword, not a tool to warm your bed!"
With this action, the wound that had stopped bleeding opened again, soaking her clothes, but she didn't notice it at all, she was just staring at Lu Zhixing.
Frightened, Lu Zhixing quickly stood up and tried to stop her bleeding.
"Stop!" Ever since her godfather died, Song Yushu has been holding back a rage in her heart. She wants revenge, but can only plan slowly and watch her enemy live well. Moreover, the longer she follows Lu Zhixing, the less certain she is that Lu Zhixing can allow her to take revenge.
After all, although Lu Zhixing seems to be capricious and has a bad temper, it is actually just because of the influence of the poison. He is a very loyal person.
It was the first time that Lu Zhixing saw Song Yushuo so strong. If her wounds were not still bleeding and her face was not getting paler, he would really want to admire her for a while longer.
"Okay, I'll stop." Lu Zhixing handed over the white cloth sprinkled with medicine, "You cover the wound first."
Song Yushu's anger had reached its peak, and he had completely forgotten that the man in front of him was the one who could control his life and death. "I won't cover it up! Unless you agree, you can never have such thoughts again!"
"Why?" Lu Zhixing couldn't agree with this. He had such thoughts now, and he might have them again in the future. To a large extent, he would definitely have them.
"I, I don't like you! You don't like me either, so why do you use such an excuse to think about me? Just like a soldier wants to die on the battlefield, I also want to die outside the inner house!" Song Yushu slammed the table excitedly, and ended up crumpling up in pain.
Looking at Song Yushu, who was in so much pain that she was practically a shrimp, Lu Zhixing could only hold her tightly and cover her wound with a white cloth.
This time, Song Yushu did not use acupuncture to numb his pain nerves, and he fainted from the pain.
Lu Zhixing looked at the person in his arms, brushed away the wet hair on her forehead, and gently stroked her cheek, which finally had a little flesh. Her last words woke him up.
At first, he thought Song Yushu was a confidant, someone in the world who would never betray him, but Liu Bai and Twelve were also such people, so why did his attitude towards them become completely different?
It turns out it’s because I like it…
It was unknown how long it had passed before Song Yushu woke up, but she clearly remembered how bold she was and how many nonsense she had said before she fainted.
Damn it.
She opened her eyes slightly and found that her clothes had been changed, her wounds had been bandaged, and she was now in a carriage, but none of these could compare to her socially dead remarks.
Can I change the earth I live on? Song Yushu closed his eyes tightly, unwilling to face this reality.
"Get up when you wake up, stop pretending." Lu Zhixing sat aside, reading a book while watching Song Yushu's little movements. Finally, when he saw that she couldn't help but want to scratch the wound, he spoke.
Song Yushu had no choice but to slowly open his eyes, climb up, and smile at Lu Zhixing ingratiatingly, but the smile was a bit grinning, "Your Majesty, you, why are you here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yushu wanted to slap himself. This was Lu Zhixing's carriage. Where else could he be if not here?
I should be in another carriage.
This little liar's outburst at him was like a switch had been turned on, and his expression was much richer than before.
Lu Zhixing propped up his head and looked at her jokingly, "Where else would I be if I wasn't here? I didn't know you were so brave..."
"Your Highness, Your Highness, that was caused by the irritation from the wound. I, I don't know what I was saying before... hehe." Song Yushu wanted to get up, but was stopped by Lu Zhixing with a look.
"You don't know what you're talking about, but I remember it very clearly." Lu Zhixing leaned over and pulled the quilt for Song Yushu. Their eyes met. "Why do you think I don't like you?"
“?” Song Yushu looked at him blankly, not knowing how to react.
Lu Zhixing reached out and hooked her chin. "Although I don't know when I started to like you, I do like you now. Why don't you like me?"
"I, I, I treat you like my godfather treats you. No, I don't have any other thoughts." Song Yushu stuttered as he spoke. He didn't expect that the ancients could express themselves so boldly.
"Really..." Lu Zhixing slowly approached Song Yushu, their noses almost touching. His breath enveloped Song Yushu, and he watched Song Yushu's face slowly turn from pale to red.
It's so cute. If he wasn't afraid that Song Yushu would jump up, he really wanted to pinch it.
Song Yushu saw the aggression and possessiveness of a mature man in Lu Zhixing's eyes. She blinked cautiously, "Your Highness, have you ever considered that this might just be a whim of yours? Perhaps you're used to seeing noble ladies in Kyoto, and suddenly seeing someone as vulgar as me is a novelty..."
To say that she is vulgar is a bit too much. Song Yushu grew up in Prince Jing's Mansion. Her godfather came from the imperial kitchen of the palace. The etiquette she learned and was immersed in was no less than that of a noble lady.
"Are you doubting my gaze?" Lu Zhixing would not tolerate Song Yushu's nonsense.
"I, I'm not doubting you." Song Yushu quickly explained, "I, I mean you may not have seen such an ambitious woman."
"Are you more ambitious than Lin Zhiyao?" Lu Zhixing snorted, and there was a hint of disdain in his voice when he mentioned Lin Zhiyao.
That was no match for Lin Zhiyao. Song Yushu was still willing to admit defeat. "Your Highness..."
"Okay, I know what you want to say."
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