Chapter 28: Beauty Trap 6 “Sir, you have a nosebleed.”…
Zhu Lingye left in a hurry. Zhu Song watched Wen Fengxuan walking towards him. The moonlight shining on him gradually disappeared, and the cold feeling on him disappeared along with it. Zhu Song stared at him blankly, wanting to say something but forgetting it until Wen Fengxuan walked in front of him.
"My Lord, are you all right?"
The worried and gentle voice brought Zhu Song back to his senses. "Nothing's wrong. How about you?"
"I'm glad you're awake." Wen Fengxuan held out his hand. "Can you walk?"
Zhu Song didn't dare let Wen Fengxuan, who had just recovered from a serious illness, help him, so he quickly replied, "I can walk."
"I'll go light the lamp."
"hold head high."
Wen Fengxuan turned around to light the lamp. Zhu Song held back his voice and walked towards the bed. After finally getting there, he didn't dare sit down because his butt was really sore.
As the firelight lit up with a puff, his vision suddenly cleared. Zhu Song's gaze fell on Wen Fengxuan. He saw Wen Fengxuan turn and walk towards him. "I'm fine. Your Highness, go back and rest."
That kind of thing just happened between them, but they were not familiar with each other at all, and Wen Fengxuan didn't know how much he could remember. In short, Zhu Song was extremely embarrassed facing him now.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wen Fengxuan pointing his finger at him. Zhu Song didn't quite understand, "What's wrong?"
Wen Fengxuan pulled a handkerchief from his sleeve and approached, wiping the corner of Zhu Song's mouth as he stared blankly at him. His movements were gentle, and he carried a faint fragrance, like peaches, while the scent from the handkerchief was even stronger, permeating his head. Yet, his expression was focused and clear, like that of a compassionate doctor, devoid of any personal feelings.
Suddenly, Zhu Song felt something was wrong. His nose started to itch. The next moment, he saw Wen Fengxuan standing up nervously. "Sir, you're bleeding from your nose."
Zhu Song then withdrew his gaze and quickly reached out to cover his nose. Bright red blood flowed down his palm through the cracks in his palm. Zhu Song quickly stood up. When he was at a loss, Zhu Lingye and Su Li finally arrived.
As soon as Zhu Lingye walked in and saw Zhu Song's condition, he felt so guilty that he almost cried, "Brother, don't scare me, I know I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again, please don't cry, I'm scared."
Su Li first glanced at Wen Fengxuan, and then at Zhu Song. Seeing that the tips of his ears were red and his eyes were wandering, she immediately pushed Zhu Lingye aside and walked forward in a bad mood, "Go get some water."
"Oh." Zhu Lingye responded and ran away quickly. Su Li took out the needle bag she carried with her and pierced Zhu Song's solar plexus with a needle. The bleeding stopped instantly.
Su Li commented, "Master Zhu is truly full of vigor and vitality."
Zhu Song was too embarrassed to even look at Wen Fengxuan, and could only glance at him from the corner of his eyes. Su Li saw his little action and stood in front of Wen Fengxuan in annoyance, asking expressionlessly, "Master Zhu, if you are so angry, why don't you look at things you shouldn't?"
Zhu Song, who was caught, responded awkwardly, "Oh."
Su Li took a deep breath and asked, "Are there any other injuries?"
Zhu Song replied: "No more."
But after he finished speaking, Wen Fengxuan's voice sounded from behind Su Li, "My leg is injured, and I'm limping when I walk."
Zhu Song tilted his body to look at him, meeting Wen Fengxuan's clear and gentle gaze. He explained, "I just saw it. My Lord, don't be afraid of seeing a doctor when you're sick."
It was so embarrassing. Zhu Song straightened up awkwardly, then met Su Li's speechless and indifferent gaze. "Where did you fall? Lift up your pants so I can see."
Embarrassment, so awkward that his brain froze. Facing the inquiring gazes of Wen Fengxuan and Su Li, Zhu Song thought firmly that there was nothing to be afraid of in embarrassment, but if he exposed his butt in front of others, then from then on his face would be stuck on the soles of his feet, and there would be no room for maneuver.
Su Li rudely interrupted Zhu Song's thoughts, "Did your throat hurt? Open your mouth so I can see."
Just before Su Li came over to pry his mouth open, Zhu Song bent down and lifted up his pants, revealing his muscular calves, "Here."
Su Li squatted down to examine him, and Wen Fengxuan also looked over. Zhu Song looked at Wen Fengxuan's serious eyes, and it felt like a hundred ants were crawling on his calves, so much so that he didn't even notice Su Li poking him.
"Well, it's unconscious. Let's chop it off."
Su Li's words suddenly reached Zhu Song's ears, and he quickly came back to his senses, "No, no, no, no, I am conscious." After saying that, he saw that there was a very thick needle piercing his calf, which was as thick as his little finger. Zhu Song broke out in a cold sweat just by looking at it.
"What...what is this?"
Su Li replied to him, "Python needle."
Zhu Song stared at the needle. "I... just fell a little. I don't need this."
Su Li looked up at him, her expression very serious. "But you are unconscious."
"Is it possible that you stabbed me so hard that I lost consciousness?"
"No." Su Li replied firmly.
"Brother." At this time, Zhu Lingwang came in with a basin of water. When he saw the python needle stuck in Zhu Song's calf, he took a step back uncontrollably, "Brother!"
Zhu Song felt his scalp tingle as he looked at the needle. He quickly said, "I'm fine, I'm fine, Doctor Su. I lied just now. It was just a little joke. I don't think anyone can refuse such a clever little joke on a beautiful summer night."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Song felt a crackling pain in his calf. Su Li pinched the needle and pulled it back and forth. Zhu Song broke out in a cold sweat and grabbed his shoulder. "To be honest, it was Zhu Lingye who was injured. Stop pulling, stop pulling."
After hearing what Zhu Song said, Zhu Lingye took two steps back and tripped over the threshold. A basin of water splashed all over himself, and he stood up and ran away with a clang.
Zhu Song's grip was so strong that Su Li's shoulder was about to be crushed by him. He frowned and looked at him, "Let go."
Zhu Song negotiated with him, "Then don't pull me."
"Um."
Zhu Song then let him go and said, "Pull out the needle."
Su Li moved her shoulders, gritted her teeth in pain, glared at Zhu Song, then pulled out the python needle with one hand, leaving two pairs of holes in its place.
Su Li stood up and asked, "Does it hurt anywhere else?"
Zhu Song shook his head frantically, "No, no, no, Doctor Su, it's getting late, you should go back and rest."
Su Li replied to him, "If you feel unwell, you can come to me, but it's better not to do it at night."
"No." Zhu Song laughed dryly twice.
Su Li turned around and left with the needle in his hand. Zhu Song breathed a sigh of relief the moment he left the house. At this moment, he realized that Wen Fengxuan had not left yet, so he looked over and saw Wen Fengxuan's face glowing in the dim candlelight, and his mood improved a little.
"I'm fine now. Your Highness, please go back and rest."
Wen Fengxuan had no intention of leaving. "Master Zhu said he kicked you out. When he came here, Doctor Su had just fallen asleep, and he was in a bad mood after being woken up. If you trust me, let me take a look at you."
Wen Fengxuan spoke softly, his eyes sincere. Zhu Song was about to nod under his gaze, but just as he was about to lower his head, he felt a sharp pain in his buttocks, which instantly cleared his mind. He rejected him without hesitation, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness, but I'm really fine. I was just joking to tease Zhu Lingye."
Wen Fengxuan did not insist, "Since the master is fine, then I am relieved."
"Don't worry, don't worry."
"My Lord, please go to bed early."
"Your Highness should also rest early."
Wen Fengxuan pursed his lips and smiled lightly, then turned and left. After he closed the door, Zhu Song collapsed exhausted on the bed, and the pain in his buttocks and back made him cry out softly.
The door creaked open. Zhu Song, fearing further embarrassment, quickly sat up. It turned out to be Zhu Lingye. Zhu Song gave him a sullen look and fell back down, groaning in pain.
Zhu Lingye asked worriedly, "Brother, are you okay?"
Zhu Song didn't know how big his heart was to ask such a question, "Do you think I look okay?"
Hearing Zhu Song's weak voice, Zhu Lingye's worry grew even more intense. "How about I go find a doctor from Xinglin Hall to see you?"
Zhu Song was too embarrassed to ask any doctor for help, so he said, "Let me take a look first."
"Okay. Where did you fall?"
"My butt and back are burning with pain."
Zhu Lingye went over to help Zhu Song turn him over and took off all his clothes. Looking at the injuries on his back, he blamed himself even more. "It's really serious, all bruised. Oh, brother, what should we do? We haven't finished our work in Jizhou yet."
If it wasn't serious, it wouldn't hurt so much. Fortunately, it wasn't unbearable yet, so to save face, Zhu Song said to him, "Go get some bruise ointment and rub it on."
"good."
It was already late at night. Zhu Song lay on the bed feeling drowsy and soon fell asleep. In his daze, he smelled the scent of a spicy ointment and felt a gentle force on his back, with the fingertips feeling a little cold.
Zhu Song buried his face in the quilt and instructed Zhu Lingye, "Your fingertips aren't strong enough. Use your palms. You've never rubbed it before."
There was no answer, he just moved from the fingertips to the palms, which were still a little cold. It was very comfortable against his back, so comfortable that Zhu Song fell asleep again, but because of the pain he couldn't sleep deeply, so he was still feeling it.
Zhu Lingye was very patient and had very good technique. Gradually, Zhu Song didn't even feel the pain so much. He just felt very comfortable, and then he fell asleep completely.
"Master Zhu, when will the relief money start being distributed?"
The next day, Zhu Song was awakened by the sound. He opened his eyes. He had slept on his stomach all night, and his neck had been tilted to one side, stiff and aching. He turned over and sat up. Hey, his butt didn't hurt at all. Zhu Lingye was really good. Zhu Song wanted to praise him, but he glanced around and saw that no one was in the room.
He went out so early, he is really responsible, he is worthy of being his beloved younger brother.
Zhu Song opened the door. Duan Zhenghong was waiting for him outside, talking and laughing. "Morning, Master Zhu."
"Good morning, Master Duan." Zhu Song also said politely, "Let's go now."
"good."
The two walked outside together and met Wen Fengxuan at the door. He looked a little pale and haggard, and it seemed that he did not sleep well last night.
Zhu Song stepped forward and asked, "Your Highness has just recovered from a serious illness, why are you out in the wind?"
Wen Fengxuan said: "As a member of the imperial family and supported by the people, I also want to do my bit for them."
Zhu Song's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he smiled and said, "Your Highness is kind and benevolent, which is a blessing to the people."
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