Chapter 191 Those Blood
This statement clearly pleased Chu Mingheng, earning him a smile and gentle, warm kisses that landed on Lan Wu's face from time to time, as if they were precious treasures that had been lost and found again.
Lan Wu opened one eye to look at him, and after he had finished kissing her, she gently pushed him away, straightened her expression, and asked him, "And what about you?"
"Does your head still hurt? Do you remember everything?"
Chu Mingheng nodded slightly and told her, "Awu is praying for me at Wuji Temple. If I don't get better, I will have let Awu down. How could I let Awu down?"
Lan Wu listened, touched her ear, and gestured to him, "You... speak properly."
Every few words they say are filled with tender and romantic phrases; who can stand that?
Chu Mingheng didn't take it to heart.
"I saw a golden statue of me in the Hall of Longevity at Wuji Temple. Did you have it made?" Lan Wu asked him again.
Chu Mingheng's expression became somewhat strange, and upon closer inspection, he even seemed a little guilty.
Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Lan Wu reached out and cupped his face, leaned closer and asked him again, "Did you sculpt it? What about the blood?"
In fact, Lan Wu couldn't tell when it was in that dream, but looking at Chu Mingheng's gray hair, she knew it must have been quite a while.
One or two years, or three to five years?
She insisted on getting to the bottom of it.
Chu Mingheng put his arm around her lower back and slowly, as if coaxing her, spoke into Lan Wu's ear: "The golden statue was sculpted by my own people. As for the blood, you're overthinking it. I only gave away a few drops of blood; the rest was found by Huifan."
"Look at these Buddhist compassionate people, they actually practice these kinds of magic techniques, isn't that quite scary?"
Lan Wu didn't believe his words. She kept a straight face and stared at him without saying a word.
This made Chu Mingheng feel even more guilty.
He reached out to pat Lan Wu's back to calm her down, but the moment his hand touched her, she darted away like a nimble cat.
"You're not being sincere." Lan Wu looked at him, her face expressionless, and uttered those words one by one.
Chu Mingheng raised an eyebrow slightly, a dangerous glint hidden in his smiling eyes. He reached out and gently patted his thigh, telling Lan Wu, "Who told you to hide from me?"
"Didn't I teach you before not to hide?"
Lan Wu's tense aura subsided for a moment, but quickly rose again, slapping Chu Mingheng's arm: "You're not allowed to yell at me."
With a crisp crack, Lan Wu struck the blow with exceptional firmness.
After hitting the person, she acted all wronged.
After watching her series of reactions, Chu Mingheng found her adorable. How could there be someone like Lan Wu in the world, who made everyone feel happy no matter what she did?
"Did I scold you?" After admiring it, he even savored it in his mind for a moment before asking Lan Wu. Before Lan Wu could speak, he gently shook his head and answered himself, "Isn't that scolding you?"
"It's just that you're always disobedient and never learn your lesson."
Lan Wu suddenly shuddered, her face turning bright red, and she gritted her teeth to steer the conversation back on track: "We were talking about blood, and you're doing this again..."
But since Chu Mingheng has changed the subject like this, it means that the blood must be connected to him in some way.
"All I see are messy, nonsensical things," Chu Mingheng clicked his tongue, seemingly quite dissatisfied.
At that time, he had just given his heart's blood and didn't have much time left to live. He knelt in front of Lan Wu's golden statue, looking dejected and ugly. He didn't even want to think about it, but Lan Wu saw him in that state.
“You don’t have to lie to me, I know everything. Anyway… anyway, you didn’t want to live back then.” Lan Wu said, snuggling into his arms. “It’s all from a past life, what can’t be said? I can’t go back and scold you anyway, so just tell me, don’t make me look like a clueless fool, okay?”
She spoke these words softly, using both coquettishness and charm. Anyone with a weak will would have been fooled by her series of tricks, but fortunately, he didn't fall for it completely.
"It's not that serious, I only had less than half a bowl of blood drained."
“Hui Fan said there was turbid air in the blood and asked me to clean it. I think what he said makes sense.”
Lan Wu naturally believed that Master Huifan would not have any bad intentions, but these words sounded exactly like Chu Mingheng's own words.
She looked at Chu Mingheng's face suspiciously, observing his expression, but after careful examination she couldn't find any flaws, so she gave up for the time being.
"I also have something to ask you." Chu Mingheng's voice suddenly became somewhat serious, but he was clearly still mindful of Lan Wu and afraid of frightening her, so he softened his tone.
Lan Wu looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Stop acting cute." Chu Mingheng cut off her attempt to act cute first.
Lan Wu's eyes widened, and she thought to herself that she was innocent.
She wanted to hear what he wanted to ask.
“Since I returned yesterday, and you woke up today, I have questioned the palace servants around you, including the female physician and Yizhen. They have all given clear enough accounts.”
"I told you to take good care of your health, which part of that did you listen to?"
How many times have you been sick? How many times have you gone without food or water?
"Hmm? You even encouraged me to have your secret guards alter the letters."
“You go to Wuji Temple every day and stay there for an entire afternoon. What, am I in there?”
As he spoke, Lan Wu's expression froze for a moment, and by the end, she had no choice but to lower her head.
But there are still points to argue.
"No... I don't eat or drink..." She reflected for a moment, went through her memories, and confirmed that she really hadn't done it, so she refuted softly.
"Is that so?" Chu Mingheng pinched her cheek, then flipped her over and pressed her down on the couch. "So you accept the rest?"
Lan Wu nervously considered other things to say, a guilty conscience slowly rising in her heart. She blinked at Chu Mingheng but remained silent.
"Open your mouth." Chu Mingheng looked down, pinched her cheek with his fingers, and commanded softly.
Lan Wu didn't hesitate much and slightly opened her lips for him to kiss.
After the first kiss, I rested for a while and was then pulled to kiss her a second time.
Chu Mingheng only let go of her after their lips were swollen from kissing.
"I'll settle the score with you when you're better." He gently stroked Lan Wu's lips with his fingertips, clearly indicating that he didn't intend to let her off easily.
"Doesn't this count?" Lan Wu felt a slight pain in her lips. She couldn't see it herself, but if she looked in the mirror, she would understand how sensual and kissed she looked, enough to make her afraid to go out and see anyone.
Chu Mingheng tucked her into the blanket. Hearing this, he smiled, a smile that was exceptionally gentle, like that of a refined gentleman: "What are you saying, Awu? I have endured it for three months."
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