Chapter 14: Brother Jinlin, you smell so good
"Does your head still hurt?"
Ji Lingche was stunned when he heard this and saw a pair of brown eyes.
Those eyes were like warm amber, losing their usual coldness, and looking at her gently.
When she looked closely, she found that the man looked very bad - he looked tired as if his blood and energy were depleted and his spiritual power was empty, as if he had suffered a serious injury.
He... is injured? This shouldn't be the case—
She was always stubborn and said, "It's just a minor injury, it's not..."
Before she could finish her words, she felt a chill on her forehead, and the pain in her sea of consciousness gradually eased. Qu Wuji's icy spiritual power slowly poured into her sea of consciousness.
Ji Lingche frowned, grasped Qu Wuji's cold hand, and asked, "Is the Spring Tournament over?"
Qu Wuji said gently, "Not yet."
"You were only unconscious for a few hours. The Spring Competition is tomorrow."
Ji Lingche: If it is a blessing, it will not be a disaster. If it is a disaster, it cannot be avoided...
"Then...what about Ping'an Temple?" she asked.
Qu Wuji gently smoothed her hair and said, "It's been taken care of. Your brother wasn't seriously injured and is awake now."
"Qingchen has been sent back to Taihua Yuxu for treatment."
She looked at his slender fingers and felt an unprecedented sense of disconnection, so she reached out to push him away, stood up and said, "I want to go to Ping'an Temple to take another look."
But he was suddenly pushed back onto the bed with great force. Qu Wuji said in a somewhat unkind tone, "Ping'an Temple has been razed to the ground. You can't go anywhere."
She looked at him quietly and thought to herself, this man is really mentally ill.
She opened her mouth, wanting to tell the true identity of the statue and the revival of the ghost cultivator, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back.
No, wouldn't that be a showdown? If this guy knew who she was, it would be like seeking her own death.
Qu Wu Ji took the medicinal soup on the table. The white jade spoon made a crisp sound when it hit the wall of the bowl. The smoke from the incense burner rose up and gently enveloped him like a layer of gauze. He scooped up a spoonful and blew gently.
Ji Lingche was stunned for a moment, then immediately reached out to take it. Just as she was about to say, "Master, there's no need for that," the spoon was already handed to her mouth.
She tilted her head and said, "I never take medicine."
Minor injuries can be dealt with by enduring, while major injuries depend on luck. Pills are chewed like sugar pills. She fully demonstrated the charm of a poor but strong life.
Qu Wuji didn't insist, he put the spoon back into the bowl and said softly, "Wanwan."
Ji Lingche looked at him and saw that he didn't speak for a long time and his face was not good. Finally, he reached out to take the medicine bowl and said with a smile: "However, how can I not drink it since my master gave it to me——"
She went to get the bowl, but couldn't lift it.
Qu Wuji smiled slightly: "It seems that you still give face to your master."
He scooped up another spoonful of medicine and brought it to her mouth. Looking at the spoon, Ji Lingche said: ...
For some reason, she always felt that the medicine had a bloody smell. Qu Wuji fed her one spoonful at a time, and she drank it one mouthful at a time.
She simply couldn't bear to think about how disgusted he would be if he knew that she was feeding his old enemy.
She didn't know what was added to the medicine soup, but the severe pain in her sea of consciousness slowly subsided. However, the effect of the medicine was too strong, and she actually started coughing.
Qu Wu Ji gently held her wrist, and the sharp spiritual power flowed through her limbs and bones. The sharp pain turned into a slow dull pain. She felt dizzy and fell to the side, but was held tightly in an embrace.
In the chaos, the cool fragrance of flowers came to my face again...
Cold-resistant flower.
She remembered that he hated this kind of flower and had criticized it for being aloof from worldly affairs. In fact, it was extremely fragile and its reputation of being pure and innocent was just a false reputation to deceive the world.
I don’t know how he ended up smelling of flowers again.
Qu Wuji held her tightly in his arms, his hand holding hers cold, and poured his spiritual power into her like it was free. Ji Lingche leaned against him, trying her best to keep her consciousness focused. She thought vaguely, could this brat have poisoned me?
Finally, he just murmured, "I'm sleepy."
He just held her like this, resting his chin on her shoulder, and whispered in her ear: "Go to sleep if you are sleepy, and you won't feel any pain when you wake up."
In a deep embrace, enveloped by the sharp and subtle floral fragrance, she seemed to fall into a cool dream. Although she was leaning against her mortal enemy, she was inexplicably calm and fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.
When I opened my eyes again, the man was gone.
The setting sun shone obliquely through the window frame, and golden shadows overlapped on the snow-white gauze curtain. She raised her hand with difficulty, and the cuffs of her clothes were stained with a faint floral fragrance, which enveloped her vaguely.
She paused, thinking back on what had just happened. She felt completely blown away. This guy, could actually be so... considerate and tender?!
It’s so terrifying when I think about it, I dare not think about it too much.
She lifted the gauze curtain, jumped out of bed, and staggered a few steps.
Her head still ached, as if a needle was stirring inside, and she couldn't stand steadily. Fortunately, she was strong.
She walked lightly to the door, put her ear to it without opening it.
I only heard two female disciples standing at the door whispering to each other.
"It's absolutely true! Hua Wanwan is a fool!"
"Hush, don't gossip about others. Don't believe everything you hear. There is no evidence to support your claims..."
"Who said I have no evidence? I come from a noble family, and I know everything about the Hua family—"
"Not only is she a bit of a fool, but she's also said to be... I have connections in the outer sect, and this little girl can't even walk because she's drooling at the sight of someone even slightly attractive!"
"Ah? You mean... the beloved disciple that the Lord holds in his palm is actually a—"
Ji Lingche suddenly opened the door, startling the two people who were gossiping at the door. She smiled brightly and bowed deeply: "Two senior sisters, good afternoon!"
The two were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they waved their hands repeatedly: "Hua...Junior Sister Hua, we were just talking nonsense just now, please, please don't mind--"
Ji Lingche said, "What are you talking about? You're not wrong. I, Hua Wanwan, have always had a bad brain. Since it's the truth, how can I be afraid of what others say?"
She rolled her eyes, smiled foolishly, and pointed at herself: "But you see, our leader has a unique taste, and he likes my taste. Are you jealous?"
As soon as she said this, the two of them were stunned, their expressions as if they were struck by lightning. Such words were really not something that a well-educated and well-mannered disciple would say.
It would be a good thing to bring shame and discredit to Qu Wuji.
It’s better to throw it away than to lose it.
Ji Lingche lifted his hair, smiled widely, showing a few teeth, and walked away in a foolish manner.
The two female cultivators were ordered to watch her and prevent her from running around, but while they were distracted, the little fool turned around and disappeared into the corridor, leaving no trace.
......
Ji Lingche walked around for a while before realizing that this was a villa at the foot of the mountain, but he had no idea who it belonged to.
She was thinking about all the recent events. First of all, Ah Xing, the one who knocked on the Heaven's Gate, had mysteriously disappeared after the Ping'an Temple incident. It was really not simple. Then there was the strong ghostly aura surrounding everyone in the Chen Mansion. Each and every one of these things seemed unrelated, but in fact, they implied a myriad of right and wrong. It was like a storm was brewing.
She was lost in thought when she bumped into someone head-on.
The man grabbed her arm and said happily, "My dear niece, you're awake! You scared me to death!"
Ji Lingche looked up at the man and saw that he was not tall, almost the same height as Hua Wanwan. He was dressed in green, with a slightly feminine look, and a face that was deliberately painted in bold colors. He looked like a peach blossom in spring. He always smiled at everyone he saw, with curved eyebrows and eyes, which made him very lovable.
Ji Lingche was startled and said, "Liu...Uncle Liu?!"
Liuyetao pulled her and said with a smile, "Yes, it's me!"
"Yesterday at the Golden Terrace, the Lord Chief summoned you. You looked familiar to me and I've been wanting to talk to you for a while, but unfortunately I never had the chance. Then I heard you were injured, and I was so worried. I was just about to go see you, but I didn't expect to run into you here!"
Ji Lingche felt a headache, not knowing what the relationship between Hua Wanwan and the Liu family was. He wanted to sneak to Chen's house to investigate, but he was detained by Liu Yetao. It seemed that he would not be able to escape for a while.
She smiled foolishly and said, "Hehe, Uncle Liu, I still remember you——"
Liuyetao's tone was very sweet, and every word seemed to be dipped in honey: "Wanwan, Uncle Liu used to be your father's retainer. He often saw you when you were little."
Ji Lingche said: "Ah..."
Trouble, trouble, trouble. Liuyetao looks sweet and lovely, but in fact, she is poisonous. She is shrewd and smart, and he will see through your flaws if you are not careful.
This man was born in a humble family. It was said that his surname was not even Liu. In his early years, he worked as a retainer of various aristocratic families, and was adept at maneuvering with the people. Later, he became related to the great Liu family. The head of the Liu family had no children, so after he passed away, he took advantage of the situation and actually made him the head of the Liu family in an unjustifiable manner!
Liu Yetao's words revealed a hint of true emotion as she said, "Ever since your father passed away, I've been thinking about you. I heard you entered the Taihua Jade Ruins, so I never had the chance to see you. Have you been doing well these years?"
She didn't know why he kept talking so much. Ji Lingche played dumb and perfunctorily answered him while glancing around. She asked, "Uncle Liu, I was here when I woke up. Where exactly is this place?"
Liu Yetao smiled and said, "This villa was originally the property of the ancient building owner, and he later donated it to the Immortal Alliance."
Ji Lingche understood in his heart, no wonder he was so generous.
The owner of the building mentioned here is named Gu Chaoyin, the owner of the "White Jade Building" in Tiejian Town. He is a real tycoon with properties all over the world.
While the two were chatting, a quarrel suddenly broke out in the distance.
“Run away?!”
One person cursed harshly, "Idiot! Can't you even keep an eye on a mortal?!"
Only the sound of a long sword being unsheathed was heard—
Several people cried out in horror: "Master! Spare my life, Master! Her Highness Xuannv—"
The knife came down, blood splattered three feet, and the sound stopped abruptly!
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