Chapter 855 Where to Pick Up Money
Fangyue suddenly grabbed Song Chunxue's arm, took out a piece of snow-white cloth, and rolled up her sleeve to bandage her wound.
She bit a corner of the white cloth in her mouth, then took out a bottle of powdered medicine and poured it onto Song Chunxue's hideous wound.
"Ugh..." Song Chunxue's face twitched in pain!
Fangyue didn't let go, holding her arm with one hand and wrapping the cloth with the other, and quickly bandaged it up.
There was also some on her shoulder. Fangyue didn't even ask if she needed it. She simply reached out and opened Song Chunxue's collar, then sprinkled some wound medicine on it.
Song Chunxue gritted her teeth; this time it didn't hurt as much.
She felt somewhat uncomfortable, yet grateful to Fangyue.
"Are you going to the capital too?"
"Okay." Fangyue gave the order directly, "Lift up your arm and take off this sleeve, otherwise the bandage won't be done properly and the cloth strip will rub against the wound, making it even more unbearable."
"Okay." Song Chunxue cooperated well.
Surprisingly, she didn't feel cold at this moment; instead, her limbs began to feel warm, as if they were on fire inside.
It's like when you were freezing in the winter wind, your hands and cheeks would start to warm up after a while, and your whole body would feel warm.
Song Chunxue quickly adjusted her breathing and sat down to meditate, taking a pill to replenish her previous losses.
Fangyue sat quietly beside her, without saying a word, as if she were protecting her.
As the cold wind blew and dusk fell, the weather gradually changed.
"Let's go, or we'll miss our New Year's Eve dinner."
Fangyue wore a smoky-colored cloak, held a long sword, and had her long hair draped over her back. She wore only a silver hairpin with a bell on her head. She had a cool and aloof temperament, and her beautiful and smooth features made Song Chunxue happy.
On the way to the capital, Song Chunxue learned that Fangyue had heard their fighting halfway and had held off several of them, but had not used her full strength.
Fangyue thought Song Chunxue could handle it herself, but she underestimated how difficult the other party was. Someone devised a plan to lure her away, and by the time she realized what was happening, Song Chunxue had disappeared, and the group of aggressive assassins had also vanished without a trace.
I almost thought Song Chunxue had met with misfortune.
Fangyue found Song Chunxue while she was changing her clothes, shivering.
By the time they appeared together in the sky above the capital, it was already completely dark, and every household was hanging red lanterns.
The courtyard was filled with laughter and chatter, but the streets were deserted.
"Go ahead, I might come to find you in a few days." She slowly rode away on her sword, her voice drifting back through the air, "Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm your senior sister, you can also call me third senior brother."
Standing on the sword, Song Chunxue exclaimed in surprise, "What?"
Third senior brother?
Fangyue is not only a fellow practitioner, but also her fellow disciple.
Song Chunxue immediately went to the Zhao residence, instinctively heading straight for the plum garden.
As soon as the door opened, she saw three people sitting around a round table, their smiles still lingering, all turning to look at her.
Lord Xie is here too.
"You're finally back." Xie Zheng was the first to stand up, walking up to her with a worried expression. "How was your journey? Was it smooth?"
Song Chunxue smiled and said, "It's alright."
"There's a smell of blood. Are you injured?" Lord Zhao lowered his eyes. "It seems my prediction was correct. You do indeed have a calamity to overcome, but with the help of a benefactor, you will turn danger into safety."
Song Chunxue nodded, "If it weren't for your talismans, I might have frozen to death in the water. You are all my benefactors. I finally understand your good intentions and why you forced me to learn to swim."
Master Han raised an eyebrow. "So, who was the person who came with you?"
Song Chunxue looked at Lord Zhao and asked, "Yes, Senior Brother, that girl named Fangyue said I can call her Third Senior Brother. Who is she?"
"And who hurt me? So many people want me dead. I'm scared, but I'm also a little flattered. Is it really worth all this trouble for someone as insignificant as me?"
She looked at Lord Xie with a belly full of questions and curiosity, completely unaware that Xie Zheng's expression was becoming increasingly tense.
Are you injured? Is it serious?
"Several people advised you not to go to the capital before, and now it seems they were right. Go back after the New Year. This place is a mixed bag; some people can't distinguish right from wrong and cause trouble. Anyone could be detrimental to you..."
Lord Xie's voice trembled slightly as he gently took her hand, "Where are you hurt?"
Lord Zhao and Taoist Han exchanged a glance.
"Since she's back, it means Junior Brother is quite lucky. Lord Xie, don't worry, let's talk slowly and eat something first. Junior Brother must be hungry."
Lord Zhao smiled and reminded him, and Xie Zheng finally came to his senses and pulled her to sit down.
Song Chunxue briefly explained her experience of the day to Xie Zheng, and kept eating to replenish her energy.
I thought it was pretty thrilling at the time, but sitting here and looking back, it seems like it was nothing special.
If she could still be killed despite having the Worry-Free Peach Branch and the prior preparations of several fellow Daoists, then she is utterly useless.
Xie Zheng, unaware of these things, was even more frightened than she was.
"It's New Year's Eve tonight, aren't you going home to be with your daughter?" Song Chunxue urged. "Go home first, so Yun'er won't worry. I'll come find you later."
Xie Zheng originally wanted to wait for her to leave together, but then he thought that it was inappropriate both emotionally and logically.
"Then I shall take my leave now. I have many matters to attend to at home tomorrow. Lord Zhao, Master Han, I will come to pay my respects another day."
Since his promotion back in Beijing, the Xie family members who used to kick him when he was down and mock him have almost worn down his doorstep recently.
If it weren't for Yun'er's good handling, he would have had to go home and chat warmly with those people who were gradually drifting away, and clean up the mess they had made over the years.
If it weren't for Liu Chunshu and the housekeeper handling these kinds of matters, he would have already turned against them.
"Knowing you've been very busy lately, we won't keep you here. Don't worry, I definitely won't detain my junior brother tonight."
Xie Zheng held Song Chunxue's hand and smiled without saying a word.
Master Han solemnly reminded Xie Zheng, "Be careful with your words tomorrow, avoid contact with women, and be careful not to lose money."
Song Chunxue's heart skipped a beat. Was she going to lose money?
Is this an attempt to extort money?
During the Lunar New Year, everyone prays to the God of Wealth for mercy and money to spend. Suddenly hearing that one is going to lose money is quite unpleasant.
Xie Zheng cupped his hands in thanks, "Thank you for the reminder, Daoist Master."
He can accept losing money as long as it's not a matter of life or death.
Seeing Song Chunxue follow Xie Zheng out of Wuzi, Lord Zhao asked curiously, "Why did you choose him?"
"That's fun. It's uncertain whether Lord Xie will lose money or not. Your junior brother has been spending money like a money-giving child these past few days. I also want to see if she will give me a couple of money."
Master Han chewed on a dried radish, "But she's also very lucky with money. I'm more curious about where she can find money."
As they were talking, Song Chunxue returned, and the servants brought out the dishes again, placing two bowls of dumplings in front of her.
"Senior Brother..."
"We'll have news of the person who hurt you tomorrow, don't worry, how could I, Zhao Jin, let him go?" Lord Zhao replied gently. "As for your third senior brother, I've only met him a few times, and we rarely interact. She's the daughter of a disgraced official, and I guess she doesn't want to see me because of my status."
Looking at Song Chunxue's expression, Master Han suddenly said, "Lord Zhao, it seems you'll have to go to the Xie residence to keep vigil tonight."
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