Huo Baichuan imitated the chirping of cicadas twice, startling Zhao Shu. A moment later, the door creaked open.
"Young master, I guessed you were in this courtyard. The matter has been dealt with, and you are safe." It was Little Fatty's voice.
It turned out that the chirping of cicadas was the code. Huo Baichuan carried Zhao Shu on his back, along with the mattress. Little Fatty lit a candle, and the surroundings became clearly visible.
Little Fatty handed Huo Baichuan a black cape and cloak, draped it over him, and wrapped him up. The brim of the cap was pulled low, and unless you looked closely, you couldn't tell that this person was Huo Baichuan.
Knowing that no one could see her, Zhao Shu buried her head in the mattress. Xiao Pang, who had been instructing her, said when he saw that she had buried her head, "Young master, give the princess to this servant."
"Lead the way." Huo Baichuan didn't respond. Little Fatty had no choice but to accept it. He had followed Huo Baichuan since he was a child and knew that once Huo Baichuan made up his mind, he wouldn't change it easily.
Holding the candlelight, the three of them walked out of the Qunfang Courtyard. They did not encounter anyone along the way, which meant that it was late at night and everyone was already fast asleep.
"Is there anything wrong at Qionghua Academy?" Huo Baichuan suddenly asked as he walked.
"Auntie is safe with the magpie and Grandma protecting her, but the people around the princess suffered some minor injuries." The little fat man spoke tactfully, but Zhao Shu secretly thought that they had probably suffered serious injuries.
With Little Fatty by their side, the three of them quickly arrived at Qionghua Courtyard. Qionghua Courtyard was quiet at this time, without a sound. As soon as the three of them entered the courtyard, Huo Danlan, who had been sitting on the stone chair in the courtyard, stood up and asked, "Is A-Jun injured?"
Huo Baichuan put Zhao Shu down, and Huo Danlan rushed over, supporting her arms and anxiously asking, "Is there anything wrong?"
Zhao Shu glanced back at Huo Baichuan and forced a smile, saying, "I'm fine, but Mr. Huo has been wounded in the arm by an arrow."
"Uncle Du went to Tianjin. Let Grandma take a look first, and then we'll go get a doctor when it's light." Huo Danlan looked up and called over a hunched old woman in her sixties. The old woman walked over like a ghost, and Zhao Shu felt a chill run down her spine when she saw the dense brand marks on her face.
Not knowing when this person had arrived at Qionghua Courtyard, Huo Danlan noticed Zhao Shu's confusion and gently explained, "Grandma is my wet nurse. She has always followed me with Magpie. She just didn't come to greet me because she was afraid of frightening Ajun."
"This servant greets the Princess." The old woman glanced at Zhao Shu, her eyes icy cold.
Huo Baichuan sat down, and the old woman lifted Huo Baichuan's sleeve, looking at him coldly. "If the arrow had been any more off course, young master's hand would have been ruined." After she finished speaking, she took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a lot of medicinal powder and sprinkled it on the wound, without disinfecting it.
“Let me do it. Sir was injured while saving me, so it is only right and proper for me to do something for him.”
Knowing that Zhao Shu was knowledgeable in medicine, the old woman stepped aside. Even when Zhao Shu had Xi Que bring her strong liquor, hot water, and a clean white cloth, she did not show the slightest sign of discomfort. She didn't even frown when Zhao Shu washed away the medicine she had poured on Huo Baichuan's wound.
Huo Baichuan's injury did not damage his bones; it was just that he was careless when removing the arrow, and the wound looked shocking. After the wound was disinfected, Zhao Shu turned to the old woman and said, "Grandma, please give me some of the medicine you just had."
The old woman remained motionless, as if she hadn't heard anything. Zhao Shu looked helplessly at Huo Danlan, who said, "Grandma."
The old woman took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom and handed it to Zhao Shu. The Huo family's medicine must be excellent. Although she still remembered the recipes for making various wound medicines, there was no time to do so.
After the wounds were bandaged, it was already dawn. Little Fatty had gone to find Xiao Guozi and the others sometime earlier and was waiting at the courtyard gate, covered in wounds, head down, full of shame.
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