Although the man remained vigilant, his tense body relaxed slightly upon hearing Lu Qingyan's words. In truth, the person who saves one's life is unlikely to kill them.
"I'm sorry, young lady—" He couldn't help but faint again halfway through his sentence. The smell of blood in the carriage grew stronger, and Lu Qingyan frowned. Normally, a person's blood wouldn't keep flowing like this. It seemed that this person had been poisoned.
Poisoning = trouble.
There are countless flowers and plants in the world, and countless insects, ants, snakes, and beasts. Different kinds mixed together may have the same effect. It is as difficult as climbing to heaven to find out what kind of poison he was poisoned by.
If we hadn't brought him onto the carriage, it wouldn't have been a problem. But now that we've brought him on board, there's no reason to abandon him halfway through the journey.
Lu Qingyan reluctantly took out half a bowl of spiritual spring water and forced it down the man's throat. Sigh, she thought, "I should save him, but explaining it later will be another hassle."
The wounds on the man's body disappeared rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye after he drank the spiritual spring water. Lu Qingyan thought for a moment and helped him change into her own women's clothing.
Her clothes were already a bit long, and she rarely wore them because they were inconvenient for doing chores. But on this person, they fit perfectly except for the sleeves being a bit short.
Lu Qingyan, with a mischievous grin, painted him with heavy woman's makeup. The carriage was bumping violently on the small road, and Lu Qingyan's hands were trembling a bit as she applied the makeup. After she finished, his original appearance was completely unrecognizable.
Lu Qingyan was laughing so hard inside the carriage that she was bent over. Chunsheng, who was driving, asked curiously, "What's wrong, Miss? Why are you laughing so happily?"
"No, it's nothing." Lu Qingyan covered her mouth with her hand, struggling to hold back her tears. This man was originally a beauty; if properly painted, he would surely possess unparalleled beauty. Now, like a scribbled mess, he has unsurprisingly become a laughingstock.
The rumbling of wheels echoed as the bright moon was gradually hidden by the rising sun in the east. Birdsong rose and fell in the mountains and forests, and I wondered why they were so happy.
"Miss, Miss." Chun Sheng's voice came from outside the carriage curtain: "The troupe leader asked me to come and ask how the person we rescued last night is doing."
Lu Qingyan glanced at the person who was sleeping soundly and said, "He's much better now, but he's still not awake. Is there anything else Father wanted to see me about?"
Chunsheng yawned: "The troupe leader said that we've been traveling all night, and there's a small town ahead, so we'll rest there for a day."
Lu Qingyan nodded: "Alright. Did Father say we should perform a few more shows here?"
Chunsheng grinned: "It's still Miss, the troupe leader. The troupe leader did say that we'd be singing here for two days. We'll be singing 'The Palace of Eternal Life' and 'The Peony Pavilion'."
Lu Qingyan also laughed: "Of course, Xia Sheng and I will sing 'The Peony Pavilion,' but 'The Palace of Eternal Life' is my father's favorite. Should my father go on stage too?"
"The troupe leader didn't say he would go on stage himself this time; he gave the role to Junhua."
"Hunhua? Father's new disciple?" Lu Qingyan was a little surprised. That kid, Hanhua, hasn't been in the Chunxi Troupe for very long. Although he is smart, he lacks experience. How can Father entrust the play to him?
"Brother Chunsheng, you must have misheard. Dad isn't senile." With his love for opera, would he really let someone who hasn't sung much ruin this play?
"Who's senile?" Speak of the devil, and he appears, especially when talking badly about someone behind their back. Lu Qingyan was just casually complaining, but her father overheard it.
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