Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Just waiting for a kiss, unexpectedly...
That night, Gu Zhi woke up in a cold sweat.
I wrapped myself up in the quilt and sat alone in the room, where the moon was setting and the sound of insects was faint, for half an hour.
Until he discovered the mess in the bed.
He almost lost his composure and hid it in the quilt. He stood up suddenly with disgust, pinching his eyebrows, his face slightly pale.
His steps were a little weak. He walked to the table, collapsed on the chair exhausted, and held his forehead with his hand in unbearable pain.
There has never been anything like this.
There has never been anything like this. Never.
He even decided before going to bed that he would no longer have any improper thoughts about Miss Chu.
Suddenly he remembered her lips resting on the side of his face.
In an instant, my ears felt like they were burning.
Obviously... obviously that was the ending, and that woman was just a female ghost who seduced him.
However, just that small part at the front turned out like this.
Most of the disciples in the mountain were male. Years ago, a few of them, due to their youth, had neglected his status and occasionally made dirty talk with him. He learned from them that men, after reaching adulthood, occasionally have dreams that are arousing yet too embarrassing to talk about.
But he didn't, never did.
There is a bright moon in the world, and it does not care about human affairs. These were two lines of poetry written by his fellow students to tease him at that time.
But, surprisingly.
Just waiting for a kiss, it turned out like this.
It wasn't even the intimate scenes described by his fellow disciples.
He covered his face with his hands in pain, and the cold sweat on his back soaked his pajamas, and the cool silk pajamas stuck to his body.
I don't know why that woman has such magical powers.
The night in the mountains is so cold that my pajamas are cold, my heart is cold, but my body is still warm.
He was almost annoyed, rubbing his temples.
This can’t be done, he thought to himself. This can’t be done.
The meaning of the dream was clear and obvious.
Within a day, the eldest sister gave a reminder, Zhou Gong also came to give advice, and there was also a half-disaster fate sign with the word "disaster" written on it.
Besides, she could only stay in the mountains for three months at most. After three months, she would forget him.
No matter how sweet her temperament was, or how gentle and eloquent she was, she was definitely not a flower he should pick.
They lived together in the mountains and had nothing to do with each other; after the poison was resolved, they forgot about each other.
That's best.
He made up his mind, opened the turquoise-inlaid box on the table, and took out a gleaming dagger.
He took a look and without hesitation, made a long, smooth stroke on the inside of his arm.
Blood oozed out, he covered the wound and thought to himself.
With today's injuries and pain, Gu Zhi, you must remember this.
Never fall in love with that woman.
No matter if she cries, begs for mercy, or says nice things.
*
Wu Dao is a very efficient person.
Before dawn the next day, Wu Dao had already explored the courtyards of several key people and found out the news.
It was early in the morning and the people in the courtyard had not yet woken up. He showed up in a dignified manner and squatted beside Nan Qiongshuang's bed.
"Hey, I found out. That woman surnamed Song said something bad about you."
Nan Qiong Shuang lay on the couch, her face facing the wall, without any reaction.
"Wake up. What time is it? If you were inside on a normal day, you would have been up practicing."
Nan Qiongshuang ignored him, her satin-like hair spread out behind her, without a single movement.
Wu Dao was impatient, made a "tsk" sound and reached out to shake her.
But after turning her shoulders, he was stunned.
Wu Dao: "Fuck, what's wrong with you? Wake up!"
Nan Qiong lay on the pillow with her frosted head, her eyes closed, her face as pale as a scary ghost.
No matter how he shook her, she just lay lifeless in his arms, like a puppet tied with strings but without a controller.
Under a pair of long eyelashes, blood and tears form lines and flood like a river.
Wu Dao became anxious and took out a small silver needle from his wristband and stabbed her in the philtrum.
The next second, she took a long breath, her chest swelled like a hill, and suddenly, she opened her eyes.
Staring at the ceiling, panting, with bloodstains at the corners of his eyes.
Mist Blade: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"
Nan Qiong Shuang was still panting. When she finally had time to speak, she felt her throat was so dry it felt like it was being cut by a blunt knife. Her voice lingered in her throat for a long time before she said, "Pour some water."
Wu Dao went to the table and poured a cup of tea, then brought it over. "I, the instructor, am almost like your servant, and I even have to pour water."
She sat up, took the teacup, and held it in both hands.
Wu Dao looked at her and for some reason felt that her thoughts were in a mess.
A confused state of mind where one is still frightened but trying to stay calm.
He had known her for eleven years and had never seen her like this. She was someone who could remain calm even if she fell off a cliff.
It has never been like this before, uneasy and shaken.
He sat on a chair nearby, his boots carelessly stepping on the seat. "Why are you crying? Why are you still crying?"
cry?
It seemed that she really felt something dripping from her chin, and Nan Qiong Shuang caught it with her palm, not knowing why.
A few round red agate beads dropped down and hit the palm of my hand.
She understood: "It's not tears, it's blood."
Wu Dao laughed: "Speaking of big words, Xiao Hongchun is enough for you to drink a pot, right?"
She said, "It's not Young Hongchun." She sniffed the remaining blood in her palm and said, "I'm afraid it's because of the Seven Black Fragrant Wood."
Wu Dao was also stunned.
"The Seven Black Fragrant Wood is extremely poisonous. When it attacks, it causes bleeding from all seven orifices. And now you're only... two orifices," he slapped his head, understanding. "It's probably from soaking in your body fragrance day and night, I've been poisoned even without medication. It's probably still mild now."
Listening to his relaxed tone, Nan Qiong Shuang suddenly recalled Gu Zhi's words, "The girl doesn't take care of herself at all."
She smiled.
Suddenly, something seemed to break in her brain, and she almost heard a "pop" sound.
I have a splitting headache.
The pain was so severe that it felt as if her skull was shattering into pieces, as if someone was using a long iron nail to hammer into her brain through her ear.
She whimpered in pain, holding her head, and rolled into the quilt in agony.
Wu Dao came over and said as if to watch the fun, "Yes, this is what the Seven Black Fragrance Wood does when it attacks. It's extremely painful. The scent of that thing is an aphrodisiac, but it hurts others eight hundred times and hurts yourself a thousand times. I warned you a long time ago."
She couldn't answer. The pain came so suddenly that even she, who was used to enduring pain, couldn't catch her breath.
Wu Dao listened to her painful gasps, crossed his legs, and said, "Hey, you're not going to die, are you?"
Nan Qiong Shuang buried her face in the quilt, biting her palm to leave a round bite mark. She gasped a few times and said unhappily, "I won't die."
"That's fine." He took a leisurely sip of tea. "That's good. It'll make it easier for you to act miserable in front of that guy. But don't ask him for the map. That guy surnamed Song specifically reminded me of that yesterday. Tsk, this tea's cold. Was it from yesterday?"
Nan Qiong Shuang said coldly, "Are you okay?" She pointed to the door and said, "Get out."
"You are so angry." Wu Dao muttered, put the teacup on the table, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
After the man left, the room became even quieter. The severe pain in her head was like an unavoidable saw, grinding right in the middle of her skull.
Blood flowed uncontrollably from his eye sockets, flowed down his cheeks, gathered in his ears and solidified. Gradually, even the chirping of insects and the night wind could no longer be heard.
She didn't know how long she had been tortured on the flat, hard wooden couch. She only knew that when she was awakened by the vague sound again, her ears were filled with blood and she could no longer hear what the others were saying.
It was bright outside, and three or four people leaned over to look at her. In her blushing vision, their faces were blurry.
The pain was as if someone had stuck two chopsticks into her nostrils and was stirring in her brain. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the sleeve of a maid in front of her, "Master Gu... please, Master Gu, save me..."
When the little girl was caught by her, she was so frightened that she almost jumped onto the roof.
This shows how horrible she looks now.
She was in so much pain that she seemed to be losing her mind, but at this moment, the first thought that popped up in her mind was that her current appearance failed to gain sympathy and instead scared him. What if he avoided her from now on?
Then she wouldn't be able to complete her mission.
no way.
I used the Seven Black Fragrant Wood day and night, went up the mountain with great difficulty, and was hit head-on by a bite of Young Red Spring. I didn't want to stop at this step just because of this little blood and pain today.
She couldn't stop there.
So, she tried her best to sit up, try to push away the person in front of her, and ran to the dressing mirror to look at herself.
When I sat up, my head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.
As a result, she suddenly fell off the bed. Because she looked too scary, the people around the bed didn't dare to get close to her. She fell directly to the ground like a dying bird shot by an arrow.
This fall only made her mind clearer.
Death? Just bleeding from two orifices. She had been using the Seven Black Fragrant Wood for a long time, so she had some patience. She was sure to survive.
She wouldn't die. Never.
Since I can't die.
What needs to be done must be done.
While she was catching her breath and thinking, the others finally recovered from the shock of her sitting up in shock. They gathered around her, supported her, and carried her back to bed.
A young maidservant who was obviously young and had never seen anything like this burst into tears, "Go find the Young Master, go find the Young Master quickly and tell him that Miss Chu is not doing well!"
There was no need to act at this point, as she was naturally drenched in sweat and barely breathing.
But then he heard the servant beside him say, "No, go find Mr. Qu Shu! The Young Master just gave instructions today that from now on Miss Chu's affairs will be handled by Mr. Qu Shu, and he won't ask about it anymore!"
"This is going to cost someone their life, Liu Fang! The Young Master has to come and take a look. There's so much blood. If someone dies in the Young Master's courtyard..."
"No!" the servant said firmly, "The Young Master issued a strict order this morning. No matter how big or small Miss Chu's affairs are, there is no need to report them to him anymore. From now on, the Young Master will not interfere!"
...The conversation has become so urgent, all because of Song Yaojie's two sentences.
She had obviously become so successful, boating on a moonlit night with falling flowers, but he didn't even dare to look into her eyes.
He was so obviously moved, but he completely changed his mind just because of two words from Song Yaojie.
She was in so much pain that she reached out and took a bite. It was sticky with sweat and tasted bitter and salty.
We must think of a way to deal with Song Yaojie.
The maidservant couldn't bear it and insisted that the servant go find Gu Zhi. The servant argued with the maidservant for a few rounds, "I told you, the Young Master is busy today! Senior Brother Xuanbai is coming out of retreat today, and the Young Master is attending Senior Brother's coming-out banquet, so he can't leave!"
He kicked a fat servant cowering in the corner and said, "Go find Mr. Qu Shu!"
What's the use of bending?
Minor illnesses don't need to be treated, and major illnesses don't need to be treated. What she wants is Gu Zhi.
She struggled to stand up, stretched out a trembling hand with all her strength, and accurately grabbed the timid but kind-hearted little maid.
She said, "There's no need for treatment... I know my body well."
In the little maid's panic-stricken eyes, she shed tears, extremely unwilling, extremely heartbroken, extremely sad, and whispered:
"Good girl, I can't do it anymore."
"Please go find Master Gu for me. Just tell him I have something to say before I leave."
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