Chapter 11, A Shocking Night. He pressed his entire body against Jing Hui. ...
Sharp stones pricked my back, and coarse sand constantly grazed my mouth and nose.
Jing Hui tightened his grip on Lu Songyuan's waist and abdomen. The two rolled around countless times until their sides hit something hard, and a dull pain shot straight to the top of their heads, at which point they stopped.
"hiss--"
The excruciating pain in her lower back caused Jing Hui's vision to go black. She gasped for breath and it took her a while to realize that the two of them were lying diagonally on a slope.
Lu Songyuan pressed his entire body against Jing Hui, trapping her between the ground and the trees, making it impossible for her to breathe.
Jing Hui lay on the pile of wild grass for a long time, and when she could move one of her hands a little, she pushed Lu Songyuan off her.
She's about to be crushed to death!
"Hiss, Lu Songyuan, wake up!"
I called out several times, but Lu Songyuan didn't respond.
The stench of blood filled the air again, and Jing Hui's heart skipped a beat. She forcefully pushed Lu Songyuan away a little, pulled out one hand, and grabbed his head, shaking it violently. "Don't die!"
Lu Songyuan still didn't move, so Jing Hui forcefully pulled out her other hand, pinched Lu Songyuan's chin, and frantically checked his breath.
Although slow, it is possible.
He's still alive.
Jing Hui breathed a sigh of relief.
She was in excruciating pain in her lower back and had no strength left, so she simply stayed in that position and took a few breaths.
After calming down, the surrounding darkness gradually spread, and only the moonlight filtering through the branches fell into Jing Hui's eyes. The only sound she heard was the rustling of the wind.
Childhood memories suddenly surfaced before her eyes, and an inexplicable fear crept into Jing Hui's heart, enveloping her like a dark night.
Her chest suddenly began to heave rapidly, tears uncontrollably streamed down her temples, and her hands began to tremble involuntarily.
There are cannibals in the deep mountains at night...
There were ferocious beasts baring their teeth...
There is blood...
Jing Hui trembled as she hugged Lu Songyuan's shoulders, biting the fabric of his shoulder with her teeth and staring wide-eyed.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.
She wasn't alone.
As she gradually lost consciousness, Jing Hui's eyes began to droop, her eyelids opening and closing uncontrollably. Just as she was wondering whether she was going to fall asleep or pass out, a large hand touched her head.
She suddenly shuddered.
"Your Highness."
Lu Songyuan's voice rang in my ears.
Her consciousness returned abruptly, and the large hand inexplicably gave Jing Hui a great sense of security. She tightened her grip on Lu Songyuan's neck and nodded firmly, saying, "Yes, yes."
After calling her name, Lu Songyuan stopped talking. Only his breathing, which was much heavier than before, let Jing Hui know that he was awake.
The two remained in this position for a long time. After a while, Jing Hui loosened Lu Songyuan's clothes and asked, "How is your wound?"
Lu Songyuan moved his head slightly. "He won't die."
Can't he just speak properly?
Jing Hui immediately wanted to punch him.
She shifted her body and suddenly felt a dampness on her side.
"Lu Songyuan".
Jing Hui called out Lu Songyuan's name as she reached down to touch him.
Lu Songyuan responded, "Mm."
It's not an illusion; it really is wet.
By the moonlight, Jing Hui saw the blood on his hands.
She reached down again, this time touching Lu Songyuan's body.
After a moment of searching, Jing Hui found a bleeding wound on Lu Songyuan's ribs.
I can't lie here like this anymore.
"Lu Songyuan".
Jing Hui called Lu Songyuan's name to encourage him, "You're injured, get up and let me see."
"Um."
After responding to her, Lu Songyuan straightened up a little.
After taking a few deep breaths, Jing Hui forcefully pushed Lu Songyuan aside.
"call--"
After lying side by side for a while, Jing Hui touched the parts of his body that were in excessive pain. Seeing that there were no wounds, he slowly sat up.
What stopped the two from rolling any further was a thick, dead tree whose roots had emerged from the ground, blocking their path and allowing them to lie down safely.
Jing Hui, leaning against the withered tree, glanced down and realized that he would roll to the bottom of the slope in no more than three zhang.
The bottom of the slope was full of sharp, dead branches. If you had rolled down there, you would have been impaled or disfigured, if not killed.
She breathed a long sigh of relief, patted the roots of the withered tree, and said, "Thank you."
The withered tree did not answer her, but Lu Songyuan behind her laughed out loud.
Jing Hui initially thought she had misheard, but when she turned around and saw Lu Songyuan's lips still twitching, her face flushed, and she slapped him.
Jing Hui raised her hand high, mindful of his wound, and gently patted his shoulder.
"You idiot! Would it be better to roll down this hillside?"
Having led armies for many years, Lu Songyuan had slept countless times amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and was least afraid of such environments.
On the contrary, he felt a strange sense of security in this environment.
He said calmly, "Hmm, there might really be ghosts in this forest."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Hui froze, his expression turning solid.
She bluffed and shouted, "You're talking nonsense!"
Lu Songyuan chuckled softly and looked up at Jing Hui.
Perhaps out of fright, her eyes welled up with moisture, obscuring the starlight within.
Before Jing Hui could react with a dark expression, Lu Songyuan said, "Please trouble Your Highness to take a look at my wounds."
The group of people were reckless; one of their stabs landed squarely on his newly healed old wound. It wouldn't be life-threatening, but it would hurt terribly.
Jing Hui glared at him, calmed her breathing, and slowly moved closer to Lu Songyuan, kneeling down beside his waist.
By the dim light, Jing Hui could see the location of the wound.
She looked around but couldn't find a suitable tool to tear Lu Songyuan's clothes.
“I have a dagger in my chest, Your Highness, please use that.”
Lu Songyuan saw through Jing Hui's thoughts and said.
Jing Hui glanced at him and reached out to touch his chest.
Lu Songyuan was dressed in thin clothes today, and Jing Hui could feel the bulge on his abdomen when she touched it.
Inch by inch, he moved to Lu Songyuan's chest, his hands moving faster and faster as Lu Songyuan's chest heaved beneath him. Jing Hui frowned, pulled open Lu Songyuan's chest, and reached inside to grab the dagger.
The moment her skin touched his chest, Jing Hui couldn't help but exclaim, "You're so hot!"
Lu Songyuan let out a breath; if she touched him any further, he wouldn't just be hot, he'd be burning up.
A surge of irritation rose in Lu Songyuan's heart, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Is Your Highness deliberately torturing me?"
?
What nonsense is he spouting?
Jing Hui was too lazy to argue with this person, so she swiftly grabbed the dagger and drew it.
To get a clearer view of the wound, Jing Hui changed her position, sat next to Lu Songyuan, leaned close to his wound, and carefully cut open the fabric of his clothes with a knife to expose the wound.
"how?"
Lu Songyuan's side was aching and somewhat numb. He turned his head and looked at Jing Hui's serious profile, asking a question.
The wound cut upwards from the side of his waist to between his ribs, and was extremely deep. The skin and flesh were turned inside out, and without the obstruction of clothing, the blood droplets gathered into a small stream, flowing down Lu Songyuan's side to Jing Hui's skirt.
Jing Hui gasped, the smell of blood filling her nostrils. She straightened up slightly and said, "The wound is deep and needs to be stopped immediately."
Although Lu Songyuan couldn't see the seriousness of her words, he understood that it was just a superficial injury that caused some pain.
"It's nothing, just a simple bandage will do."
When Jinghui was young, she learned some medical skills from Empress Huixiao. Although she only knew the basics, it was enough for her.
A simple bandage can stop the bleeding temporarily, but if Lu Songyuan stays here all night, he won't feel good.
Jing Hui looked up, pondering how likely she was to help Lu Songyuan up, when suddenly footsteps and shouts came from above.
"The footprints are here!"
That group of people has caught up!
Jing Hui quickly covered Lu Songyuan's wound, reached for some dry grass and covered his face with it. Seeing his impatient expression, she glared at him fiercely, then took off her conspicuous cloak and threw it aside to cover him before lying down beside him and disappearing into the darkness.
Footsteps lingered in the distance, some of them seeming to be coming this way. Jing Hui felt nervous and tightened her grip on Lu Songyuan's shoulder.
Lu Songyuan turned his head and glanced at her.
"Over there!"
Suddenly, someone pointed to a spot in the distance and said, "Follow me!"
"yes!"
As the footsteps faded away, the two lay still for a while. Only when they saw that the group had indeed gone far away did Jing Hui slowly sit up.
The feeling of being chased like this is truly...
Don't let her know who sent these people!
A rustling sound came from his side. Lu Songyuan struggled to raise his hand and push the prickly hay aside, looking at Jing Hui with dim eyes.
Jing Hui chuckled, patted off the crumbs, and mocked, "You're quite difficult to please."
After saying that, Jing Hui turned his head and looked around.
The place where they rolled down should be the slope of a small mountain deep in the mountains. If Jing Hui remembers correctly, this small mountain is covered with many rare herbs in all seasons, and common hemostatic herbs should be readily available.
Sure enough, Jing Hui saw a patch of hemostatic grass growing not far from the bottom of the slope.
"Lu Songyuan".
Hearing Jing call his name all night, Lu Songyuan raised his eyelids and asked, "What is it?"
“There are hemostatic herbs there.”
Under normal circumstances, Jing Hui would have simply fetched the medicine and applied it to Lu Songyuan's wound. However, in this situation, Jing Hui was genuinely frightened and needed to talk to Lu Songyuan to feel a little more at ease.
"I'll go get it for you."
Lu Songyuan glanced at the grass, then frowned as he looked at Jing Hui's taut jawline.
She was practically screaming with fear.
Lu Songyuan turned his head away uncomfortably and said, "No need, just bandage the wound, I won't die."
Jing Hui was just figuring out how to get down when she heard him talking about dying and dying. She turned around and punched Lu Songyuan in the thigh, glaring at him and saying, "If you can't speak properly, then shut up!"
Lu Songyuan's thigh swayed.
After finishing her tirade, Jing Hui slowly stood up. Looking at the slope, she realized it was quite high. She paused for a moment, looked around, picked up the cloak she had thrown away, tied one corner to her wrist and the other to Lu Songyuan's belt, and made a tight knot.
"Don't move, and don't speak."
After saying that, Jing Hui began to slowly slide down, holding onto the low trees and grass beside him.
The road was short and there were no stumbling blocks. After walking and stopping for a while, Jing Hui slid to the patch of hemostatic herbs.
After picking a leaf and tasting it, Jing Hui confirmed that the herb was indeed usable, and she looked up in surprise.
The area above was pitch black, with only the other end of the pink and white cloak still tied up visible.
Jing Hui suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. The surrounding darkness felt like four mountains pressing her down, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.
"Lu Songyuan".
No one spoke.
Jing Hui panicked immediately. She looked around, her voice trembling with tears, "Lu Songyuan, don't scare me."
After about two breaths, the cloak moved, and a muffled voice came from above, "Still alive."
Jing Hui chuckled, relieved, and climbed up, clutching the hemostatic herb. Every few steps, she would call out to Lu Songyuan.
Lu Songyuan responded repeatedly, his tone growing increasingly impatient, but he never stopped.
When Jing returned to Lu Songyuan's side, she breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Putting the hemostatic herb aside, Jing Hui leaned close to Lu Songyuan's ear, hugged his shoulders, and called his name several times, deliberately bothering him.
Lu Songyuan closed his eyes. He was not used to Jing Hui being so close. He frowned and looked to the side. "Stop calling. Are you trying to call back a soul?"
"puff."
Lu Songyuan was unhappy, but Jing Hui was happy. She laughed as she pulled open Lu Songyuan's clothes, preparing to apply medicine to him.
Lacking suitable tools, Jing Hui simply plucked the leaves of the hemostatic herb and chewed them up.
The slightly cool, moist herbs applied to the wound instantly reduced the pain.
"Besides my father and mother, you are the first person I can serve."
Lu Songyuan listened without saying a word.
At this moment, Jing Hui seemed to be applying something to the wound that wasn't a hemostatic herb, but rather some kind of nerve-numbing herb.
The mountains and forests were already chilly in late autumn; the wind that swept through the rooms, though gentle, was enough to make people shiver.
Jing Hui, finding it in the way, unbuttoned Lu Songyuan's clothes from his chest.
Lu Songyuan's chest was mostly exposed, yet he still felt a burning heat deep inside.
His mouth was a little dry. Lu Songyuan rested his head on the wild grass, shifted his gaze, and looked up to admire the branches of the tree above him. "Hmm."
"snort."
Jing Hui glanced at Lu Songyuan sideways, "Either you don't say anything, or you're sharp-tongued. How come the people around you can tolerate you and don't scold you?"
"Who dares?"
Lu Songyuan said calmly.
Jing Hui found it amusing and commented, "Arrogant."
Lu Songyuan stopped talking. The slight pain in his wound gradually subsided. He felt Jing Hui fanning his wound, followed by a soft rustling sound of fabric. The exposed wound was covered with soft cloth and then bandaged.
Lu Songyuan stirred. He had been lying there for a while and tried to sit up, but Jing Hui pressed him down.
"Don't move!"
Jing went back and brought some dry grass from the side, and used the extra pieces of cloth she had cut to tie up two "pillows".
"Go to sleep quickly, while no one's around, so you can escape after you've finished sleeping."
The two lay down side by side. Jing Hui pulled the cloak over them and lay down on her side next to Lu Songyuan with her back to him, and thoughtfully tucked the corner of his clothes in.
With a solid person behind her, Jing Hui immediately felt much safer, and she slowly closed her eyes.
The night sky hung high, the wind rustled through the trees, and the sound of breathing beside him gradually calmed down. A warm body moved beside him, turned around and slowly moved closer, resting its chin on his shoulder.
The breath sprayed onto Lu Songyuan's earlobe, making it gradually turn red.
He tilted his head.
I don't know if you say she's carefree or timid; she was so scared just now, but now she's asleep so quickly.
Without her incessant chatter, the forest seemed unusually quiet.
Lu Songyuan hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pulled Jing Hui under her neck, finally placing his hand on her back and patting her gently.
A note from the author:
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The previous content has been revised. This chapter isn't finished yet; I'll continue tomorrow. Love you all. [Hugs]
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