Chapter 12 Chapter 12 My Wife, Song Siyun
"Threatening me?" Gu Yanzhou sneered, full of disdain: "Kill me if you want, what does it have to do with me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his sword and killed the man in black beside him.
Clean and neat.
The scarlet, hot blood falling on his face made him look even colder.
With one hand behind his back, he raised his sword with the other hand and pointed it at the man in black, saying in a mocking tone: "You are very smart. To capture a thief is to capture the king. I guess you are their king."
At this point, he suddenly changed the subject, flipped his wrist, and with his black robe flying, he rushed straight to his face: "Let me capture you first!"
The long sword was sharp, and the icy sword light pierced his eyes. Song Siyun closed his eyes in fear and shouted, "Gu Yanzhou, you bastard!"
The pain she had imagined did not come. Instead, she was dragged backwards by a brute force. When the sound of wind in her ears gradually subsided, she tentatively opened her eyes.
Staring blankly at the fight in front of him.
"It seems he really doesn't care about you at all, Miss Song." The man in black's voice sounded playful. Seeing that she didn't answer, he spoke again with temptation: "In that case, Miss Song, why don't you cooperate with us?"
"Helping us kill Gu Yanzhou will naturally bring countless benefits."
Song Siyun finally turned to look at him.
His gaze passed from the blade across his neck to the man in black's face: "This isn't the right attitude to ask for help."
I could still feel him smiling through the veil. As the black scarf fluttered, the knife across his neck tightened again.
It hurts a little.
Song Siyun couldn't help but frown, his eyes still looking at him quietly.
"Second Miss Song," the man in black leaned over, whispered in her ear, and said in a whisper, "Let's play a trick on her."
As if sensing the doubt in her eyes, the man continued, "In ancient times, heroes rescued beauties, and the beauties fell in love with them. Today, let's see if the beauty who rescued the hero, Miss Song, can lead the cold-hearted Minister Gu to ruin his life."
Just as I was pondering the deeper meaning of his words, I was suddenly dragged out again, my body out of control. There were bursts of crisp sounds in my ears, and occasionally something hot and wet splashed on my face.
I dipped my finger lightly and took a closer look, only to find that it was blood!
And I was used as a shield.
In front of him was Gu Yanzhou, who was bloodthirsty, and behind him was the man in black chuckling playfully.
"It turns out that Minister Gu is not as indifferent as he said. That's great." He looked at Gu Yanzhou, who was somewhat restrained by Song Siyun's human shield, and spoke slowly.
It's better to be cautious. If you don't care at all, then things will be difficult.
Amidst the flashing swords and shadows, Gu Yanzhou also raised his eyes, his brows stained with a hint of smile: "So what? Do you think you can get out alive today?"
As if to respond to his words, the man in black turned around and saw a group of people rushing towards him, each holding a sword. Leading them was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, dressed in bright yellow.
"You did it on purpose—Ah!"
As the world spun, Song Siyun was protected by Gu Yanzhou behind him, and the man in black who had just held her hostage was now covering her red wrist.
Just now, he took advantage of his distraction and drew out the soft sword with his left hand, cutting his tendons.
"Catch him alive." Gu Yanzhou made a sword flower with his hands, protecting Song Siyun in front of him, and said to the prince who came to help.
Mu Jingheng nodded, raised his hand, and the people behind him chased after him. Then he looked at Song Siyun and said to Gu Yanzhou, "Leave the rest to me. You go back and heal your wounds first."
After taking a subtle look at Song Siyun's neck, Gu Yanzhou nodded without refusing.
Song Siyun watched them coldly as they exchanged secret codes with each other, feeling like a complete outsider.
He followed their gaze and wiped his neck. The bright red blood made this unexpected disaster seem even more ridiculous.
The two of them remained silent all the way.
As soon as he entered the courtyard, Gu Yanzhou hurried to get the medicine for the wound, and instructed Ling Feng to get hot water to wash the wound.
Song Siyun remained silent, watching him busying around with cold eyes.
She only turned her head away when he was about to clean her wound with a white towel. The movement was not big, but it made her frown.
Seeing this, the already anxious Que Mei couldn't help but wanted to persuade her, but just as she opened her mouth, she was coldly dismissed by her: "All of you get out first."
"But..." Quemei was about to say something, but she was glared at and kept silent. Cuiyu, who was standing by, saw her serious expression and quietly tugged at Quemei's sleeve, half dragging her out.
On the other side, Ling Feng Qingfeng, who was standing awkwardly under Song Siyun's indifferent gaze, looked at Gu Yanzhou tentatively, and only withdrew after getting his consent.
At this moment, they were the only two left in the room.
As the door slammed shut, Song Siyun slowly turned to look at Gu Yanzhou, who was kneeling on one knee in front of her. Before she could speak, he spoke first: "I'm sorry."
Gu Yanzhou looked up at her and said softly, "I'm sorry for getting you into trouble."
Song Siyun looked down at him and asked calmly, "Who am I?"
This question seemed to stump him. After a while, he tentatively asked, "The youngest daughter of Grand Tutor Song, the second young lady of the Song Mansion?"
Song Siyun shook his head.
He then asked, "Imperial Noble Consort's younger sister?"
Still shaking his head.
His eyelids trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes for a moment before he hesitantly stated the relationship that, in his opinion, she had never admitted.
"My wife, Song Siyun."
This time, she smiled.
Her eyebrows curved slightly, but she couldn't see any joy. Song Siyun nodded and stared at him, looking him straight in the face and said, "Since you knew I was your wife, why didn't you tell me about this in advance?"
"Gu Yanzhou, I don't want your apology. I just want you to know that you and I are one, husband and wife. No matter what happens inside, to outsiders, you and I are the same."
"Before, when I asked you who the real murderer was, you just said it was dangerous and asked me not to get involved. Fine, I didn't get involved, but what happened?" She raised her chin to give him a clearer look, paused for a moment, and then said, "From the day I married you, I can't avoid your affairs."
"Do you understand this principle?" Song Siyun said seriously with a stern face.
Gu Yanzhou didn't raise his eyes, still staring blankly at the scarlet on her neck.
After a while, he whispered, "I understand."
The sound was so soft that she couldn't hear it clearly. "What?"
"I say," Gu Yanzhou looked up at her, his usually stern brows relaxed like a spring breeze; his narrow, deep phoenix eyes also contained a smile: "Does it hurt?"
The fingertips gently touched the eye-catching red mark, with indescribable tenderness.
The man's rough, calloused fingertips touched her lightly, and it felt a little itchy.
Song Siyun raised his hand, slapped it away, and said unhappily, "You know it hurts, but you still touch it? Hurry up and apply medicine to me."
As she said this, she raised her neck and let him toss it around, while she looked at herself in the bronze mirror and sighed sadly.
She looked like a little old woman, which made people laugh.
"What's wrong?" After she sighed for the twelfth time, Gu Yanzhou, who was about to apply medicine to her, finally spoke, wanting to hear what had made her so worried.
"You said... I won't get a scar, right?" Song Siyun looked left and right in the bronze mirror, his mouth full of disgust, "A scar on my neck would be too ugly."
Gu Yanzhou was stunned for a moment because he didn't expect this to be the reason.
After thinking carefully for a while, he said, "The Imperial Hospital has the best skin-growing and scar-removing medicine. I'll ask them to prescribe one for you later. I'll apply it to you every day and it will definitely not leave any scars."
Hearing this, the man with a scowl suddenly brightened up. He excitedly grabbed his arm and asked, "Are you serious?"
Seeing him nod, she finally let go of her worries. She closed the bronze mirror with peace of mind and said with a smile, "Since that's the case, I'll be sorry for the trouble, my husband."
She is always so sweet when she needs his help.
He shook his head in amusement and bandaged her while responding.
The dim candlelight reflected the two people in the window, one tall and one short, and they were unusually harmonious.
Song Siyun tilted his head and looked, his gaze gradually falling on him.
He was extremely serious when bandaging the bandage, his eyes were fixed, and he didn't dare to use too much force when tightening his hands, as if...
After frowning and thinking carefully, he finally found an appropriate metaphor:
It's like a treasure, I'm afraid it will break.
She was startled by her own thoughts, and before she could come to her senses, she heard Gu Yanzhou's voice: "What's wrong?"
When I raised my eyes, I met a pair of eyes that could crush the stars.
He was stunned for a long moment before he stammered, "No, nothing." Blinking, he dodged and casually picked up a topic, "Just thinking about the autumn hunt."
"Autumn Hunt..." Gu Yanzhou lowered his eyes and pondered for a long time before saying, "Do I have to go?"
She had always been perceptive, and immediately sensed something, her expression straightening. "I promised long ago to hunt a deer myself to warm the hands of Sister and Qiaoqiao, and I also promised Wangqing that I would bring him a rabbit when I returned."
As she spoke, she glanced at his expression and said carefully, "Wang Qing was so happy at that time that he immediately recited the Three Character Classic."
Seeing that he remained silent with his eyes downcast, Song Siyun asked tentatively, "Is the autumn hunt dangerous? If you have a plan, please tell me. I might be able to help you."
Hearing this, Gu Yanzhou looked up, his calm eyes unable to discern joy or anger. He just looked at her and asked, "Do you really want to go?"
"Yes!" Seeing her nod without hesitation, his calm eyes suddenly curved. He had forgotten that no one could dissuade our Second Miss Song from making a decision.
After figuring it out, he stopped trying to persuade her and just laid out his plan. He didn't expect her to help, he just hoped she wouldn't get implicated and hurt again.
Finally, looking at her small arms and legs, I thought of what she had mentioned a few days ago, intentionally or unintentionally, about finding a master to teach archery...
After a pause, he continued, "After breakfast at 1:00 PM tomorrow, wait for me in the martial arts arena in the mansion."
"What?" Song Siyun pouted, somewhat unhappy, "So early."
"Don't you know that the early bird catches the worm?" Gu Yanzhou put away his medicine box and stood up, tapping her forehead and saying with a smile, "I'll teach you archery."
Song Siyun's eyes lit up, but the next moment he turned around and added with a smile: "No more waiting."
"Ah──" He looked up to the sky and sighed, feeling that life was hopeless.
But the next day, he yawned and sat in front of the Eight Immortals dining table in the Guwei Hall.
At that time, Yu Nanzhi found it strange and asked her why she was there so early. Song Siyun pursed her lips and smiled, then looked at Gu Yanzhou with a forced smile.
The man was also shameless. He calmly finished his breakfast despite her accusing gaze.
After breakfast, the two changed into riding clothes and went to the training ground.
Gu Yanzhou was a good master. He could tell at a glance that her lack of aim was due to insufficient arm strength, so he found two water bowls for her to hold and told her to hold them for an hour.
Song Siyun endured and endured, and finally endured an hour. Just when he put down the bowl and called Cuiyu to rub his arms, Gu Yanzhou came again.
He also held two sandbags in his hands.
"This is made according to the weight you can bear. You can wear it when practicing in the future." He helped her tie it as he spoke, even on her legs.
Song Siyun tried to raise her hands, but couldn't. She was so tired that her mouth was wide open, and she couldn't even hold her head up. She stared blankly at the culprit, demanding an explanation.
He didn't seem to have expected this either, and he suppressed his smile in relief, "Just practice more and it will be fine. Every morning, practice horse stance for an hour, rest for half a minute, then run around the training grounds, and practice archery in the afternoon."
Song Siyun was already exhausted just by hearing it. His heart was pounding with the thought of backing out, but when he saw him setting up a shed to make tea, the thought died down.
He just gritted his teeth and complained to Cui Yu: "He's really a living devil!"
Cui Yu covered her lips and smiled secretly, then leaned closer and said, "Don't worry, young lady. I will massage you at night."
"Good Cui Yu, you still care about me." Song Siyun frowned and stood in horse stance, crying softly and acting coquettishly.
Not far away, Gu Yanzhou paused in making tea, and waved his hand as if he thought of something. Qingfeng leaned over to listen.
I don't know what he said, but after a while, there was no one around him.
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